Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

Then, Wu Zhi ran to the corner of the wall, until the prison guard knocked on the door. During the whole process, Wu Zhi was the only one in the cell, and there was no other figure in sight.

"Where the hell did this female ghost come from, are you crazy about women?" the prison guard on duty cursed on the spot.

"It's impossible, there is obviously a female ghost in white clothes!" Wu Zhi stomped anxiously.

"Hehe, I think it's because you have done too many bad things and have hallucinations?"

"I didn't sleep most of the night, yelling and yelling woke us up, and now I've shown you the surveillance, you kid can't say anything good or bad today, don't blame me for calling you!"

"This this this..."

Wu Zhi stared at the surveillance screen in bewilderment, he clearly saw it so clearly, why didn't he?

"Sir, there really is a female ghost. Believe me, she has a skeleton face and long fingernails. She wants my life!"

Listening to his explanation, the two prison guards almost took out their rubber clubs and beat him, talking nonsense about Nima.

"Even if what you said is true and there is a female ghost trying to kill you, how did you survive?" the prison guard asked.

They are also practitioners in special industries, and know some inside stories that ordinary people do not know. Once a supernatural event occurs, the first victim has no chance of survival. According to the current domestic statistics, there is no precedent for survival anyway. This guy Why can live?
"I thought I was going to die, but I remembered what the kid who just came in today said that ghosts can be restrained with blood from the tip of the tongue, so I bit my tongue and sprayed blood, and the female ghost really ran away. If you don't believe me, look!" Wu After signing, stick out your tongue.

The tongue that was bitten just now is still bleeding. The two prison guards couldn't help but look at each other, and then looked at the surveillance screen. When Wu Zhi was hiding in the corner, it seemed that he really spit out something.

What did the guy named Zhang Yang say, the blood on the tip of his tongue is called Long Yang's salivation, and he can restrain ghosts, could it be true?

"Impossible, the warden said that the kid is a good spreader, and he came in because of nonsense, how can he believe what he said, I think this guy can't close the game, he deliberately used this as an excuse." After thinking about it , one of the prison guards shook his head and said.

Another prison guard thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and then looked at Wu Zhi: "You are talking nonsense at night, and you will be fined to clean the floor of the hall for ten days, and if you dare to spread rumors and make trouble, I will make you eat and walk around! "

Injustice!
Wu Zhi almost fainted, but the prison guards stepped forward and grabbed him and wanted to send him back to his cell.

"Wait a minute, my tongue is hurt, can you take me to the infirmary to buy some medicine?" Wu Zhi said hastily.

"What the hell are you dreaming about? You need to go to the infirmary if you bite your tongue. You think you are outside, and you call an ambulance if you have a broken hand. Get the hell out of here!" Take Wu Sign back to the cell.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhang Yang followed the rest of the people to the cafeteria for breakfast, still thinking about how to get out early.

This world is similar to the previous earth system. In addition to reforming and striving for a reduction in sentence, prisoners also have opportunities if they can make huge social contributions, such as making some outstanding contributions in technology, building a lithography machine or something.

But Zhang Yang in his previous life was just a salesman, so asking him to research something, wouldn't it be a fairy tale... So this way is not going to work.

After receiving the breakfast, Zhang Yang sat down at the table dejectedly.

Suddenly, a thin figure walked towards him, and then sat on the seat beside him.

"Brother, do you know me?" Wu Zhi asked after sitting down.

Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at him, and immediately recognized that he was MJ's underage trash, so he said coldly: "I don't know you, but if you dare to stick your face over, I'm sure I'll give you a kick !"

"Don't, don't, brother, please save me." Wu Sign pleaded.

Zhang Yang still said in a cold tone: "Are you afraid of death? Then don't do those disgusting things. It's useless to be afraid now. You deserve it."

Hearing this, Wu Zhi's face was extremely ugly, and he hated Zhang Yang in his heart, but now only Zhang Yang can save him, so he still endured the hatred in his heart, and his tone was full of pleading.

"No, it's not about this. It was a female ghost who wanted to kill me yesterday. I listened to you and beat her away with blood from the tip of my tongue. I'm afraid she will come to me in the future. I want to ask you to save me. Is there any way I can do it?" kill her?"

female ghost?

Did this guy run into a ghost?
Zhang Yang looked at him with weird eyes and asked, "Is what you said true?"

"Exactly!"

Wu Zhi nodded vigorously, and explained: "Yesterday, I watched the surveillance with the prison guards. I don't know why, but I can't see the female ghost in the surveillance, but I can't be wrong. There is really a female ghost who wants to harm me. !"

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Yang immediately believed what he said was true. As for the female ghost not being seen in the surveillance, this is normal, they are all ghosts, isn't it normal to have a little trick.

"That's it, then you can ask for blessings, I can't help it." Zhang Yang shrugged and said.

He has mastered the anecdote of Maoshan, and there are many tricks and methods to deal with ghosts. If it is someone else, he will definitely not be stingy to help, but this guy, then he can only say hehe...

The resentment in Wu Zhi's eyes increased a bit, but he still held back and begged: "Brother, I knew you were not an ordinary person as soon as you opened your mouth yesterday, and you must know a lot of supernatural things, please help me? As long as Help me, how about I give you [-] million?"

"You're talking about money with me, a lifer in prison, aren't you crazy? If you say you can get me out, maybe I can still consider it." Zhang Yang gave him a white look and said.

Wu Zhi smiled bitterly on the spot: "Brother, I am also in prison for life. If I have the ability, can I still stay here?"

"Then what's the point of chatting, you have to figure out your own way, and don't keep your mouth shut brother, people like you don't cooperate with me to call you brothers." Zhang Yang got up and went to eat elsewhere with his job bowl.

When Wu Zhi saw this, the resentment in his eyes completely burst out, and he stared at Zhang Yang viciously.

After breakfast, the prison guard came over with a dark face, took Wu's sign and asked him to mop the floor in the hall, and then organized other prisoners to work. There will be some manual work in the prison. Prisoners can earn some money by doing manual work to buy daily necessities and meals .

Zhang Yang was an Internet troll before, and naturally there were not many poor ones. As a result, Zhang Yang is also very poor now, so he can only work with the majority of people to earn some money for food.

Working all morning, after noon and lunch, there is a time for wind at around [-]:[-] pm, and it is dinner time at [-]:[-] pm.

"Finish within 15 minutes, and I will still show you a movie tonight." The prison guard shouted from the second floor.

In this prison, apart from the occasional group watching a law-enhancing column, there are no entertainment activities. Now I heard that there are movies, and everyone eats at a much faster speed.

"Although some of them are good to watch, but what kind of thing was that performance yesterday, I don't know why, apart from being scary, what is there to watch?"

"What do you think? I feel that this movie is not as good as the brother who just came in yesterday, 9527, right? It's not as fun as the story told by the big brother."

"Who says no, that kid is a good storyteller at first glance, why don't show the movie, let that kid tell us horror stories."