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Xiaopang's eyes were a little complicated.Uncle Ling said, "What did you hear?"

Xiaopang shook his head quickly, and he also realized that this was his auditory hallucination.Even if he didn't take the initiative, it might have been designed by a ghost.He cannot be shaken.So Xiaopang shook his head to make himself more focused.

Uncle Ling whispered to Persimmon: "It's okay, calm down, start again, we still have a lot of time." Zishi, from eleven o'clock to one o'clock, is only a little over eleven o'clock now.As long as they succeed once, they may complete this task.

Persimmon nodded, and continued to write the talisman again with the blood in the small wine glass standing on the willow branch.

But Xiaopang's situation is getting worse and worse.There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he shook his head from time to time, trying to keep the voice away from him.

His eyes gradually darkened, as if he was the only one in this space.He knew in his heart that this was impossible!How could the headlights of the two cars be blacked out?Even if it really got dark, with so many people around, there should be some people talking, instead of a complete silence.

He knew that he had found his way.Although he may not be able to see it when he practices ghosts usually, it is possible for him to become enlightened under such favorable circumstances.And from the beginning, Uncle Zero reminded him.He knows that he is an introduction, and he acts like a persimmon in this ceremony.All he has to do is to place this fingerprint and pinch the copper coin, no matter what happens, he can't let go.

Finally, the darkness is no longer darkness.He could see the end of the red thread in his hand, gradually lighting up.The red thread was tied to the body of a five-year-old child.The neck, chest, arms, and feet were all bound with red thread.And the five-year-old child stared at him with eyes without pupils.

A sense of oppression and strong fear made Xiaopang almost let go of the copper coin.But he overcame his fear.He yelled at the child: "What the hell are you looking at! Be careful, I'll beat you to death!" [

Sometimes fear is like this. When you scold, people become a lot bolder.Xiaopang continued to curse: "Your mother is awesome! Don't think that you are just a child, I will treat you well. If you dare to come over, I will kick your head off!"

Xiaopang is the kind of person who, when Sadako climbed out of the TV, he dared to hold the folding stool and get his headshot.

The light gradually dimmed, and the child's figure disappeared.Xiaopang could also feel his own heartbeat speeding up, but he didn't know whether it was because of fear, or because he was excited and excited about cursing.

"Why is it still black?" Fatty murmured to himself in a low voice.However, he also remembered his mission and did not relax holding the copper coin.

In the darkness, he heard the voice again.That direction was directly in front of him, and that should be where Persimmon was standing.Persimmon's voice came: "Uncle, it's not right, this stone...ah! Help me! Help me! Uncle!" The confusion at the beginning turned into a scream in an instant, and then it was a cry for help.

"Uncle! Don't! It's going to eat me! Uncle! Woooooo~~Uncle! Fatty! Brother Chen! Uncle Zero! Help me! Help me! Give me a hand, I don't want to be melted by it , It hurts! It hurts! Pull me, pull me, pull me..."

Persimmon's voice went from sharp at the beginning to force later, the feeling of people going to collapse, the raving before coma, Xiaopang let out a long breath, and whispered to himself: "I don't care about anything. did not hear!"

In the darkness, it gradually brightened.The headlights of the two cars reflected the small temple.Fatty saw them.Uncle Ling had passed out on the ground, and Brother Chen was covered in blood, kneeling on the ground with his head in his arms, already screaming in panic.And the body of the persimmon entered the boulder bit by bit.The stone didn't open at all, and his body blended into the stone as if it had been ground.

But now, Persimmon clasped the side of the altar tightly with both hands, his thighs are gone.The blood flowed down from the altar and dripped into a patch on the ground.

Persimmon looked at Xiaopang, his eyes gradually blurred.But he kept saying, "Give me a hand! Give me a hand! Give me a hand!" over and over again, as if begging. "Fatty! Fatty! Please, give me a hand! It hurts, really! I can't stand it! Or you kill me. Kill me."

Xiaopang looked at the three people in front of him, and felt a little shaken in his heart, but it was only a little bit.Since he graduated from high school and went to follow his father, his father told him that to become an excellent special soldier, he must learn to obey absolutely, without any reason, without any reason.

Xiaopang let out a long breath: "No! I can't!" Even though his whole body is shaking now, every cell in his body is clamoring for him to rush forward.But he still forced himself not to move!Never move!

Persimmon looked at him even more desperately. "Little fat, you are my best friend! You are my brother! You... you won't even give me a hand? Then you kill me. Use a knife! Do you have a knife? Kill me Well. I really can't stand it."

As soon as Persimmon finished speaking, Xiaopang's eyes changed.knife?He has always carried a saber on his body, and Shizi knows it.And that saber, Persimmon had already taken a fancy to it.I also mentioned to him several times that I want him to give him the saber before he becomes a soldier.Even giving it to him in advance now will do.So it is impossible for Persimmon to ask him if he has a knife.

"Illusion!" Xiaopang whispered, and then smiled in relief.Fortunately, this is not real, it is just an illusion, these are not real. [

Persimmon was still saying: "You have a knife, come and kill me."

Fatty kept this fingerprint, pinched the copper coin, and smiled even wider: "Okay, then tell me first, what's my name?"

Persimmon was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed his body into the stone again. He let out a scream, and the cold sweat and blue veins on his forehead burst out. "Ah! Ah! Fatty, hurry up! Kill me! Kill me!"

"You tell me my name first." The people here, everyone called him Xiaopang, and never called him by his first name.If all of this was designed by that stone or Guiyi, they would not know Xiaopang's name.Xiaopang, not fat at all, that was just a nickname he had when he was a child.Persimmon called his name, and he could even recognize the tune.

Persimmon panted heavily, and said, "Would you rather watch me die? Fatty! You're not my brother!"

"I'm not your brother at all! What the hell are you pretending to be! You don't even know my name, and you're pretending to be a persimmon! Wait until this thing is over, and I'll use you as a shithole."

Persimmon didn't speak any more, but stared at him closely with those hateful eyes, and kept looking at him like this.

"Look at Mao? Do you think your pupilless eyes are very popular?"

The surrounding area darkened again, followed by a bright light.Brother Chen's big face appeared in front of him, and he even waved his hands in front of his eyes. "Little Fatty?" Brother Chen shouted.

Fatty came back to his senses and looked around.The car was still there, Brother Chen was in front of him, Uncle Ling was standing beside him, and Shizi was still drawing amulets on the altar with his back to him.He also said, "Uncle Zero, is it possible? I look exactly like you, why isn't it right?"

"You concentrate and concentrate. When you draw a talisman, you must only see your blood slowly flowing into this talisman. You must not even see the willow branch in your hand."

"Well... how do you concentrate now?"

"Come again, come again."

"Illusions, fortunately, they are all hallucinations." Xiaopang let out a long breath, shook his head, and let himself put aside the horrible scene just now.

Uncle Ling looked at Xiaopang and asked, "Are you okay? I saw hallucinations."

Xiaopang nodded: "It's okay! I can still hold on." Seeing that kind of scene, he didn't make any mistakes, so he didn't believe it, what else could scare him.

Time passed little by little, and finally Persimmon drew a talisman that Uncle Angling was satisfied with.Uncle Ling Zi said: "Paste the talisman on the stone with your blood."

"Blood is not glue, can it be pasted on?" Persimmon held the amulet between his fingers, and looked quite airy.

"Try it, the surface of the stone is smooth and stained with blood, it can be pasted temporarily. And I guess there will be miracles."

Persimmon looked a little nervous, but he held his nerve and picked up the small wine glass, poured the blood on the stone, and spread the talisman on it.Because of the adsorption force of the water, the talisman paper was stained.

Miracles gradually appeared.The yellow talisman was sucked into the stone little by little, and in the end, only the blood on the surface of the stone was left on the blood-painted talisman.

Although it was a few meters away, Xiaopang still saw this scene clearly. This feeling was the same as the hallucination just now, when the persimmon was sucked into the stone.

He quickly looked away, not looking at the scene.At this point in the ceremony, even Persimmon didn't expect it to be so simple.He also noticed that something was wrong with Xiaopang, and asked, "Little Fatty, are you okay?"

Xiaopang forced a smile at him, and when Persimmon turned his gaze back again, he suddenly asked: "Psimmon, what's my name?" Be sure, now it is this picture that is real.

"Wei Ling. What's wrong with you? Are you all right?" Persimmon said.When Persimmon said the word "Wei Ling", the tone was impossible for others to imitate.In Xiaopang's own words, it's like calling "Wei Ling", a girl's name.

Fatty let out a breath slowly: "It's okay, it's really okay, let's continue."

Everyone stared at the stone, not knowing what would happen next.Brother Chen asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ling, this... is really weird, can it work?"