Demons Resurrected: I! As a ghost hunter, I have no choice but to take on the responsibility

Father Han clapped his hands, sighed, followed Mother Han, muttered"Don't show off your wealth", and walked into the house.

Su Han followed in.

As soon as he entered the house, his attention was first attracted by the white-haired old man wearing glasses and brightly dressed.

Needless to say, this man should be the so-called expert who was going to collect the jar that Father Han picked up.

Similarly, the white-haired old man kept his eyes on Su Han, which made Su Han feel a little uneasy and even began to doubt him.……

"This old man is not an old glass, right?"

At this time, Han's mother spoke, pointing to a clay pot on the table, and said to Su Han:"This is the pot that my family picked up."

Su Han looked down.

On the worn marble coffee table, there was a clay pot with a diameter of about 20 centimeters.

The height of the pot was about the same as the diameter, with a lid, and the overall shape was not too big, and the shape was round.

""Wow!"

Su Han couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the whole picture of the pottery jar.

No wonder he was possessed.

He must have picked up an urn!

"Young man, do you recognize this jar?"

The white-haired old man saw Su Han staring at the jar without speaking for a long time, and then asked.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Han's father and mother turned to look at Su Han.

Su Han's expression was a little solemn, his sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned, and said:"Uncle Han, tell me the truth, did you pick up this jar or dig it out?"

As soon as these words came out, Han's father's face suddenly changed slightly.

They both raised their eyes and answered as if they were lying:"Of course I picked it up!"

Su Han stared at him intently and asked again:"Uncle Han, are you sure you picked it up?"

Han's father said:"Yes, I picked it up!"

Su Han raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"In this case, I have no other options."

The white-haired old man asked doubtfully,"Young man, is there any difference between picking it up and digging it up?"

"The difference is huge!"

Su Han explained in a serious tone:"This is an urn, and there is a very scary thing inside."

"Fortunately, the lid of the jar has not been opened since it was picked up, otherwise Uncle Han would not be just possessed by evil spirits!"

When these words came out, Han's father shuddered:"What should we do now?"

Su Han continued:"If we bury the jar back to where we dug it out, then everything can still be saved."

"But Uncle Han said that this jar was picked up……"

"Then there is nothing I can do!"

"No, no, no!" After Su Han finished speaking, Han's father, who felt a chill on his back, waved his hands quickly."No, no, I dug this jar out, I dug it out!" When

Han's mother heard this, she immediately went crazy again.

"Well, you old bastard!"

"You still dare to tell lies"

"You picked up an urn. Are you planning to turn our entire family into ashes?"

"I'll chop you into pieces!"

Su Han saw that they were about to fight again, so he waved his hand to stop them.

"Okay, auntie, there’s no time left!"

"The most urgent thing now is to bury the urn back to its original place before dark!"

It is already past 6pm.

It gets dark later in the summer, but there is only one hour left before the sun sets.

There is no transportation to go up the mountain, only on foot.

So this hour or so is not enough time at all.

""Yes, yes, yes, hurry up the mountain, up the mountain!"

When Father Han heard this, he hurried to the coffee table, picked up the pottery jar, and echoed Su Han.

"You old fool, wait till you come back and I will skin you alive!"

Su Han was surprised by the ferocity of Han's mother.

But what surprised everyone even more was that...

Han's father shuddered when he heard Han's mother's threat.

It was also because of this shudder that his hand slipped and the pottery jar in his arms fell to the ground with a snap and broke into pieces!

In an instant, the whole house fell into a deathly silence.

"It's over!"

Looking at the fragments of the urn and the ashes that had turned into charcoal on the ground, Su Han turned around and put on a bright yellow Yin-Yang Taoist robe and a hat before everyone could see clearly.

He held the paper in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, and wrote three talismans in succession.

These three talismans were all ghost-suppressing talismans.

He held the three talismans between his four fingers and threw them forward. The bright yellow talismans automatically fell on the pitch-black ashes without wind, forming a Chinese character, which was the Three Talents Formation of Heaven, Earth and Man.

But the pottery jar was broken.

Even if the Three Talents Formation was formed with the ghost-suppressing talisman, it would be difficult to suppress it!

In an instant, the sky became darker and darker. In a few breaths, it was pitch dark in the room!

Then, gusts of cold wind began to blow wildly in the small room.

The wind was so strong that the few people who were blowing could not stand steadily. The clothes and quilts scattered on the bed also flew up.

"Jiejiejiejie……"

A strange laugh sounded faintly from all directions near everyone's ears!

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