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The woman's laughter made me angry and disgusted, but I was in a very strange situation. I returned to the state of being unable to move, and the sound of chanting and calling filled my brain. I could see twelve scenes, take in all the movements of the twelve girls, and clearly see every detail.

The next second, I felt my heartbeat.

The heartbeats were very neat, but I could tell that they belonged to twelve people, gathered together, like a chorus, beating in my chest.

The evil ghost's ecstatic mood also spread, speeding up the beating of his heart.

I felt unbearable and didn't want to have to endure it anymore.

Just like when I met Chu Run, I struggled, wanting to break through the restrictions and kill this evil ghost now.

I didn't think much about the consequences of this. How would reality change if someone who was supposed to be dead twenty years ago came back to life? Even if like Gu Mo, I pull them directly back to the "present", what are they going to do? What should I do? Please ask Chen Yihan to apply for false identities for them?

This is something I only thought about after I failed.

I failed.

No matter what, I couldn't break free of that imprisoned feeling. The sound of chanting the mantra echoed louder in my ears, as if all my resistance had been suppressed.

One girl after another fell dead.

Bu Xiaodan is dead.

Chang Ying is dead.

Then we arrived at Yang Yang.

The evil ghost lay on the ground, unwillingly looking up and glaring at Yang Yang who was taken away.

The calling did not stop, but the sound of the mantra changed.

I can't tell what kind of change this is. I didn’t understand the previous incantation, it was like listening to a heavenly book, and the same applies to the current one. I could not remember a single syllable of the spell, but I could tell now that the spell had changed.

The evil spirit still refused to give up and shouted angrily: "Come back!"

Among the twelve pictures, ten have disappeared, the eleventh is Bu Xiaodan, and the twelfth is Yang Yang.

The spells and calls stopped abruptly.

Something suddenly happened to Bu Xiaodan. The evil spirit turned into flesh, then turned into powder and dissipated. The screen disappears. All I can see is Yang Yang's side, the scene in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants.

The evil ghost got up from the ground, cursed and cursed viciously, and was about to leave, but found that he could not get out.

She was trapped in this room. She couldn't leave. She even saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

It's that girl, the girl I saw in the mirror in my dream, the female ghost I saw in this room.

The evil spirit scratched her face, screamed in terror, and rushed against the wall here wildly, but she couldn't even get out of the open door.

She screamed and cursed at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't change the situation at all.

In my doubts, I felt a sense of joy again.

Without that spell, I can be separated from the evil spirit. I stood aside and watched her sink into despair, unable to break free.

She didn't know how long she had been having trouble, but she slowly accepted the reality.

Chang Facai's son came back, looking sad and sad.

The evil ghost stared at him, wanting to make some noise and harm a living person just like he did in her home, but as soon as she touched Chang Facai's son, wounds appeared on her body.

Necks broken, arms dropped, disemboweled, legs broken.

Her death form appeared on her body. She lay on the ground, unable to even scream hysterically. Death pain filled her body and lasted longer than her death.

I felt pleasure again and looked down coldly at the evil ghost lying on the ground.

But now I can think more calmly.

Ye Qing definitely didn't do this kind of thing. Ye Qing has never appeared. Even if he can distance such evil ghosts from thousands of miles away, he will also use the methods he once mentioned to refine ghosts. It wasn't Ye Qing, and there was nothing else in this house.

I couldn't figure out the reason for all this for a while, and suddenly I remembered what Gu Mo had said.

He said: "I don't believe that old monster dares to enter the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants."

My heart skipped a beat.

In addition to what Gu Mo said, there was also Zhou Kaiwei's dream. Zhou Kaiwei dreamed that many ghosts of ancient deaths entered the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. I also saw with my own eyes that a ghost messenger sent Director Zhou’s ghost here.

There's something wrong with this place...

Many people have said it, and many things have proved that there is something wrong with this place.

Is the evil spirit trapped in this land?

Did Master Tianyi stop casting spells because of the Six Workers and Peasants Village?

This seems to be the most reasonable explanation now.

However, there have been supernatural incidents within the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. Isn't that cornucopia a scourge? That thing has stayed here for decades.

I can't understand the underlying reason for this.

The evil spirit didn't think about it at all.

It took her more than ten days to recover from the serious injury and death, and she no longer dared to provoke Chang Facai's son. Instead of attacking people directly, she thought of attacking things in the room.

She reached out to grab the lamp on the table, lifted it up, and smashed it to the ground.

Bang!

The lamp shattered and glass flew everywhere.

The corners of the evil ghost's lips were wiped away by the ejected fragments as soon as they raised their lips.

"Ouch-"

She covered her eyes, which were pierced by shards of glass, and screamed miserably. Unsteady, she fell directly onto a fragment of the lamp.

Regardless of the light bulb, even the plastic fragments were like sharp knives, piercing into her body easily.

The pain made her roll on the ground, and this movement caused more fragments to pierce into her body, creating a vicious cycle.

I watched all the pieces of the lamp enter her body, and the floor became spotless. Those fragments seemed to be living things. After entering the body, they were not stuck in the flesh, but instead wandered and gathered in the body.

I can relate to evil spirits. I can move now, but I deliberately suppressed it and didn't feel the heartbreaking pain. But I could feel that those fragments were put back together again in the evil ghost's body.

My mood became strange and subtle.

The evil ghost was covered in blood, clutching his stomach and screaming. She finally couldn't stand it anymore, and she was pretty smart.

Chang Facai walked in at this time, seeming to help his son pack his things.

The evil spirit struggled to get up from the ground and pounced on Chang Facai. The moment her hand touched Chang Fa Cai, the wound when she died reappeared.

puff! Crash - plop, plop...

The evil ghost lay on the ground, enduring the pain, and stretched his intact hand through the wound on his stomach with difficulty. The internal organs, flesh and blood were stirred and made a "chirping" sound. It took her a long time to pull out the complete lamp.

Bang.

Chang Facai was startled when he heard the noise. He turned around and saw the lamp dropped by the desk and exhaled. He had no idea what had just happened, so he picked up the lamp and put it on the table, tied up the old newspapers and magazines in his son's room, and carried it out of the room.

The evil ghost was lying on the ground dying, and he didn't have much of a bad temper anymore.

She has learned her lesson and will no longer do these things. She huddled in the corner of the room, staying there year after year, day after day, watching indifferently what happened in the room, suppressing her violent and angry heart.

I saw Chang Facai’s son leave, and I saw tenants arrive and move out. The dream was fast-forwarding, constantly fast-forwarding, spanning twenty years.

The place where the evil ghost squatted changed from the corner to under the desk.

Changing positions has become the only thing she can do in the past twenty years.

A new tenant arrived, this time for someone I knew, Zhou Kaiwei.