Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 817 The Mystery of the Grudge (62)
But I was running out of energy to swing and jump. Suddenly I thought that cockroaches might be afraid of fire, so I hurried to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and put my hands on it to warm myself.

Sure enough, the cockroaches on his hands fell off one after another and turned into ashes instantly when they fell into the fire.

Seeing that this method was effective, I was extremely excited. I climbed directly onto the stove and squatted next to the stove to warm up. After roasting the front and back, I sat down with relief until all the zombie cockroaches were roasted to ashes.

Thinking of Dr. Zong and my little aunt, I ran out quickly. The little aunt had already applied medicine to Dr. Zong’s wound and stopped the bleeding. Doctor Zong became very quiet. The little aunt helped him lie down in the bedroom, and he let himself go. At your mercy, close your eyes and go to sleep.

I was cleaning up the mess in the living room and cleaning the table while grumbling depressedly, "Oh my god, what the hell is this? Even if you use such disgusting methods, no, I have to go home and take a shower immediately. I feel all over my body." It smells like shit.”

I scratched the itch while cleaning it up, and my body and face became more and more itchy, "Oh no, these bugs are so dirty, they itch me to death."

I put down the plate and ran to the glass window to take a photo, "Ah - it's over, little auntie, I have a red rash. I wonder if I am allergic to cockroaches? It's itchy to death."

The more it itched, the more I scratched, and there were red stripes on my arms.

There was no movement in the bedroom, and the little aunt didn't come out. I was so itchy and irritated, "Little aunt, how about I take a bath in your place first, and you give me a set of clothes first."

At this time, someone suddenly rang the doorbell, and rang very urgently.

"It's coming, it's coming." I opened the door while grabbing it. When the door opened, it was my grandma.

"Grandma, why are you here?" I was surprised.

Grandma hurriedly pushed me away and ran in, saying to me: "Where is your little aunt? Where is your little aunt? Stop him quickly."

Seeing grandma so nervous, I was puzzled. Did she know that we were in danger just now? I pointed to the bedroom and said, "It's in the bedroom! It's all right now."

Grandma rushed over without any explanation, and I ran closely behind. At this moment, the bedroom door slammed shut with a loud noise.

I had an ominous premonition, so I slammed the door hard and shouted: "Auntie, open the door quickly."

Grandma was so anxious that she slapped and kicked her, used her hands and feet, and screamed indiscriminately, not knowing what she was talking about.

Seeing that the door remained closed, grandma was so angry that she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and a sudden burst of anger arose in her body.

I looked at my grandma and felt something was wrong. Could it be that the infant spirit had taken over her body again?

The infant spirit is a spiritual medium formed by the mother's longing and resentment. It is difficult to see with the naked eyes of mortals, even onmyojis with yin and yang eyes.

I closed my eyes, united my mind, and focused my thoughts on the yin and yang eyes wholeheartedly. When I opened my eyes, I finally saw the baby spirit.

Grandma's face overlapped with another pale little face. He looked anxious and irritable.

Then, the infant spirit seemed to be exerting force, and its little face was twisted. He gathered all the evil energy on grandma's fist, emitting a faint green light, and then showed his fangs and roared. The evil energy formed a hurricane and blew my eyes open. When it didn't open, grandma punched the bedroom door open.

With a "bang" sound, the door rushed into the bedroom, but was controlled by the infant spirit, suspended in mid-air, and then fell vertically to the ground.

At this moment, two people were overlapped on the bed. Dr. Zong, who had calmed down before, was pressing on the little aunt, holding her neck tightly with both hands. The ferocious face was no longer that of Dr. Zong, but a real one. of the devil.

(End of this chapter)