Peerless Little Mommy: The ghost baby is cute

Chapter 518

Seeing this scene is enough to scare a person with heart disease to death.

I was called Wang Daudao in the police academy, and I was famous for being bold in the school.But at this moment, my little heart is also beating endlessly, and it is about to jump out of my throat.

"Oh my god... this... this woman is really a ghost, her head was blown off, and she's still alive!" Police Officer Chen exclaimed, I could see that his calves were trembling.

But my grandfather and I didn't have time to stay. One person shouted: "Run!", and ran away in one direction with oil on the soles of our feet.Officer Chen came with us, and he didn't know how to deal with ghosts at all. He didn't have any opinions, so he could only follow us and run around without thinking.

In this ghost market, there are seven turns and eight bends back and forth, all of which are stalls of cemeteries.

At a glance, among the blue and green lights, there are various irregular trails running through.The lines listed are all from the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes, and the formations are varied. It is almost impossible to calculate the route based on the current situation in a short period of time.

Although my grandfather is proficient in this way, he is just a mortal after all, and at this moment of rapid change, it is too late to figure out the way out.The three of us ran around in the ghost city based on our feelings as if we were dead.

You know, Police Officer Chen and I are both young people, and my grandfather is quite old, although he usually has a lot of strength in morning exercises.But at this time, he ran away with all his strength, and after running for a while, he couldn't run anymore.

The ghosts chasing up from behind are about to approach our position.For some reason, these ghosts obeyed Yuanyuan, she stood beside her and said coldly: "Go, go and kill Wang Qiong."

Those ghosts, just like being possessed by evil spirits, came chasing and killing us.

I supported my panting grandpa, his face was already very pale, and his hands and feet were shaking.Now, I can't run any longer, even if I run out, it will take half of my grandfather's life.

I took a deep breath and said to Officer Chen next to me, "Officer Chen, run away first. My grandpa can't run anymore, so leave us alone..."

Police officer Chen didn't know whether he really respected my grandfather, or he was afraid that he would not be able to escape alone.He refused to leave even if he died, and said firmly: "No, Mr. Zeng has been kind to me in the past, how can I leave your grandparents here and leave by myself."

Now it's a matter of life and death, I don't know why he still insists on talking about the kindness of supporting him hundreds of years ago, I guess my grandfather has forgotten it himself, but he still refuses to leave.

It seems that Police Officer Chen is going to die with us because of a moment of confusion.

I didn't have time to persuade him, so I asked my grandpa in a low voice, "Grandpa, are you able to walk? Those ghosts are about to catch up. Is there any way to deal with them?"

Ever since I got to know Xuan Qing, my attitude towards ghosts has always been very friendly.

Think of them as humans, but they're not, Yuanyuan, and these ghosts who are crazy enough to take our lives told me.

No matter how kind a person is in life, he must be crippled after death.Those qualities that should be present in life are likely to cease to exist after death.

It is what it is, and it can never be him.

"If only... if only I could have paper money. At your uncle's funeral banquet, if I knew it, I would have brought a pile of it with me. Money can make ghosts grind, and these ghosts just took people's money. It's just doing things for others." My grandpa had an annoyed look on his face, he coughed a few times, and just stared at the ghosts surrounding him.

"Paper money, are you talking about this paper money?" I took out a stack of thick paper money made of rough paper in the shape of copper coins from my pocket.

No one is okay and will carry paper money with him.

It was my grandma who asked me to carry it with me, saying that there is a custom that when a young man dies, it is a fierce spirit, and he will come back and take away the children around him.

If I adopted my uncle, I would be in danger of being taken away.

Therefore, before my grandma asked me to take it with me, I could bribe the ghost messenger and my uncle's soul if it was convenient.But I believe that my uncle loved me so much when he was alive, even if he died incompletely, he would not come to harm me.

My grandfather held the copper coins made of paper, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Joan, you have to be optimistic about what I'm going to do next. Maybe you can use it in the future."

Before my grandfather grabbed the pile, he led us in the direction of the ghosts, grabbed a handful, and threw them into the sky.This method of throwing money is very powerful, and the yellow paper money is scattered from a height like a goddess scattering flowers.

Unaffected by height and wind direction, the technique is extremely sophisticated.Ordinary people throw paper money, there is absolutely no way to spread it so beautifully.Not only is there wind in the air, but you want to spread the paper money evenly, how can you do it without some skills?
Those ghosts who were chasing us slowly disappeared around us, became extremely transparent, and honestly picked up the valuables on the ground.

In this way, these vicious things were sent away.

Yuanyuan was still as good at playing by ear as she was when she was a child, and at this time, she quietly followed these ghosts away.It's because I don't know how to deal with ghosts at all, otherwise, how could it be so easy to let Yuanyuan, a harmful ghost, leave?

"In folklore, there is a profession called papermaker. People in this profession specialize in pasting paper under the beams of Yangzhai. Of course, they only do this work, and there are times when it is finished, so they will tie some paper with their skillful hands. Human paper horses, yin houses and so on. These paper paper craftsmen are very skillful, as long as you can name it, they can tie it out and make it lifelike. A paper paper craftsman at the entrance of the alley next door can also tie mobile phones." My grandfather While leading us the way, he told me about a paper craftsman's business.I have sharp eyes, and I can tell that the paper money in his hand is not scattered casually.

It will only be sprinkled at intersections or corners.These places seem to be very cloudy, and there will be ghosts blocking the way.

Once the money is sprinkled, the yin will slowly dissipate.So the stack of valuables in my grandfather's hand is not much, and there are still a lot left, which should be enough to take us out.

I think this line of business should basically be in decline.

Although there are still people who have died and need to make paper, the demand is definitely not as much as before.But what does this have to do with my grandfather throwing paper money?

I heard my grandfather say again, "When I was a child, I was an apprentice to a paper maker for two years. In addition to making paper, that old master also folded paper money, helped spread paper to show the dead, and earned some extra money. If you want to Bribe the ghosts on the side of the road to open the way for the funeral procession, when the paper money is scattered, the force must be steady so that it can be scattered, and the paper money is scattered beautifully."

I was dumbfounded when I heard it. From my grandfather's actions, I knew that this business is very particular, so I replied, "Well, I can see it too. You will throw money at corners and intersections. Don't People in this industry should know where to sprinkle and where not to sprinkle, right?"

I haven't finished my words yet.

The few of us came out of the ghost city and went straight to a suburban community.It was already late at night, and the neighborhood was very deserted, only a few dogs barking occasionally.

Cats and dogs bark when they see something unclean.

This dog, who didn't know whether it was startled or saw something unclean, kept barking in the community.The few of us followed Police Officer Chen and arrived at the residence of my father and the mistress according to the address we found out from the investigation.

The room was still lit, and the sound of the TV could still be heard through a door.

(End of this chapter)