I use ghosts as cash machines

My vision became increasingly blurry, and when I woke up again, the scene in front of me was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiarly, this is the exact room I was in before I died.

But what's strange is that from my current angle, I can just see the woman tied to the pillar, with her head lowered and bloodless, and at the woman's feet is a copper basin filled with blood.

Behind the tied woman, a middle-aged man in a purple robe was still mumbling something.

The man's hair was already graying, and he looked to be in his fifties. From time to time he would shake the bell on his hand, and the sound of metal collisions echoed in the room.

Since I am still in the empathy of this female ghost, what I see and hear is also everything this woman has experienced.

After the death of the physical body, the soul without obsessions and worries will usually return to the gate of hell on its own initiative.

But now I obviously have no sign of going back, but have been lingering in front of this dead man who had been drained of blood.

Wait... in front of me?

Before "I" died, there seemed to be only that weird statue in front of me!

As soon as I realized this, I suddenly felt a chill in my neck and my soul was shaking.

Move...can't move...

"Eh hee hee hee hee..."

A child's laughter came from behind, the laughter was shrill and full of malice.

At first it was just one sound source, then two, then three, and soon, I felt like my whole body was filled with laughter.

I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't move.

The laughter penetrated my eardrums. Gradually, I could no longer tell whether it was laughter or a sad cry. I just felt dizzy.

I instinctively wanted to cover my ears, but my hands and feet seemed to be shackled, unable to move at all, so I had to close my eyes tightly.

Suddenly, the laughter around them suddenly disappeared.

Even the sound of the bell on the old man's hand disappeared.

For a moment, it seemed as if even the air was still, and the feeling of every pore on the body was infinitely magnified.

I tentatively opened my eyes.

The scene in that room was no longer in front of me, the surroundings were dim, and an enlarged child's face suddenly appeared in front of me.

The first thing that caught his eye were his eyes, which were all white.

My heart trembled.

The child's round face was glowing with an abnormal blue-gray color, the scrawled hair on his head was dry and split, and the smile with exposed teeth made the face even more eerie.

Looking down his neck, he saw a body that didn't match the size of his head at all. It only made people fear whether his slender body could support his huge head.

"Oh, I like this!"

The corners of the child's mouth curved wider, and the smile on his face became more obvious.

This child... is clearly exactly the same as the one on the statue just now!

"I" felt like a drum beating in my heart, but I still managed to ask: "What are you...? Why am I here?"

The child was still smiling: "Of course it's me! As for why you are here, of course it's because you were sacrificed to me! I like you very much, you look... very delicious... …”

The child's nose moved slightly, sniffing around my body, as if he had indeed smelled some delicious food, with a satisfied expression.

My heart seemed to be lifted up: "What are you going to do?" The child's laughter sounded again: "You will know what I am going to do in the future..."

The child's scary face gradually became transparent and then disappeared. The dim scene around me changed, and I could see everything in the original room again.

"My" body has been lowered from the pillar.

The old man who was ringing the bell was writing and drawing on the yellow straw paper with a brush dipped in blood in the copper basin.

Yin Zongyang stood aside and watched.

I don't know how many talismans I drew before the old man finally stopped what he was doing.

The sun that had been hanging slanting in the west outside the window had almost completely set. In the dim sky, the old man handed the talisman in his hand to Yin Zongyang who was standing on the side.

"This woman has a tough heart. The strength of the kid fed by her will definitely increase a lot, but be careful of the backlash on yourself.

Remember to bury this woman in the place I selected. The seal of the coffin needs to be covered with these talismans. In addition, just in case, remember to plant a locust tree on her grave. The locust tree is also called the ghost tree. Inviting Yin Qi to suppress her, this should be foolproof. "

Yin Zongyang nodded, with a respectful look on his face, took the talisman from the old man's hand with both hands, and responded repeatedly.

Yin Zongyang: "Master, how long does it take for this spell to be effective?"

The old man: "The little devil I am raising now is not capable enough. This bit of resentment can only temporarily affect people's fortunes and make things difficult for them..."

Yin Zongyang: "That's not possible. It's just that things don't go well. How can you relieve the hatred in my heart! I spent so much money, you can only do this!"

The blame in Yin Zongyang's words was no longer concealed, and his address to the old man changed from "master" to "you".

The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Young man, don't be so impatient. I'm just saying that the ghost I am raising now is not capable enough. It does not mean that it will not be enough in the future."

Yin Zongyang immediately lowered his body and bowed: "I was too impatient just now, so please forgive me, master. I also ask for master's guidance on what I need to do next."

The old man snorted softly and took a full stance: "If you want that family to see blood, you must pay the same price. The life of this woman is definitely not enough to make the little devil I raised have such great abilities. You More people need to be found to sacrifice. Preferably women."

"no problem."

The sun dipped below the horizon, the last traces of light disappeared, and the room blended into the night like a speck of dust.

Two dark people, discussing dark things in a dark corner.

In everything he said and did, he didn't care about human life at all.

It's as if this is something they can manipulate at will.

The stone statue was covered with a red cloth, and I couldn't see anything.

The door creaked, opened and closed, and the two people had left the room, leaving me alone, oh no, a ghost, trapped in this stone statue, invisible to the sky.

My pain has just begun...

This dark space is filled with resentment and hostility, attacking my soul day after day, and my memory and reason are being erased bit by bit. I know that when I lose the last trace of reason, I will become the best nourishment for this brat...

Every once in a while, the red cloth covering this stone statue will be lifted off, and every lift means that a person's soul will be sacrificed.

"I" watched helplessly as these people, just like me, were swallowed up by resentment and hostility, and finally lost themselves and could no longer maintain their human form and soul appearance. Finally, they turned into delicious "food" and were swallowed by the little devil in the stone statue. .

At first I could still compete with this kid, but as one soul after another was devoured by the kid, I... gradually couldn't resist him.

The kid held his chin in his hands: "Sister, let me tell you, why are you resisting like this? As long as we become one, you will be able to realize how powerful these grievances can be. When the time comes, we can do whatever we want together. Just do whatever you want, isn’t this good?” (End of Chapter)