Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

It took He Chuanhua a lot of effort to convince the cleaning lady that she is not a pervert who likes to peek at men going to the bathroom.

He has already realized that the city is no better than Hejia Village, most of the people here do not believe in ghosts and gods.When talking to the cleaning aunt, He Chuanhua deliberately blocked the yellow talisman on the door, so as not to be caught as mentally ill.

Taking advantage of the closing of the public toilet, He Chuanhua quietly hid in the toilet.He tentatively tugged at the locked door, making sure no one would disturb him.

After nightfall, He Chuanhua set up a formation on the floor of the men's toilet.This formation can invite the ghost messenger over, and He Chuanhua squatted beside him while writing his diary while waiting for the ghost messenger.

He waited for more than an hour, but the ghost messenger did not come.

The men's toilet at night was unusually quiet, only the sound of running water could be heard from time to time in the cubicle.

He Chuanhua put away his notebook, looked down at the formation he had set up, and made sure that every step was correct.

As time passed by every minute and every second, He Chuanhua's heart also sank.

Holding the talisman, he walked vigilantly to the last compartment. The ghost-suppressing talisman he had posted was still there.

Although he had made all the preparations, He Chuanhua felt flustered inexplicably.

He Chuanhua is born with yin and yang eyes, and can see things that ordinary people cannot see.

In his eyes, the last compartment was almost completely enveloped by Yin Qi.Those yin qi were faintly red, becoming more intense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only the yellow talisman on the door exuded a faint golden light. I don't know if the yellow talisman he pasted on the toilet seat can still work.

He Chuanhua took a deep breath, took out the amulet around his neck and hung it outside.

He walked to the front of the formation, chanting the mantra over and over again, but he couldn't invite ghost messengers no matter what.

Just when He Chuanhua was about to fight, he felt a slight movement behind him.

He turned around sharply to look for the source of the sound, but saw a female ghost emerging from the mirror fragments scattered in the corner.

"Monster." He Chuanhua said in a cold voice with a formula in his hand.

The female ghost is weak and seems to have just regained her form.

She ignored the Taoist priest in front of her, glanced at the last compartment in horror, walked around He Chuanhua and the formation on the ground on all fours, and was about to run out the door.

She said she was a female ghost, but after being hammered by Song Yanqing, she was no longer capable of harming others, and now that she was in greater trouble, He Chuanhua didn't stop her.

But as soon as the female ghost slammed into the door of the men's toilet, she let out a painful scream, and disappeared almost instantly.

At the same time, the wraith hiding in the women's toilet seemed to have noticed something. There was a burst of flushing sound from the women's toilet, and then the water pipe burst.

It was the wraith who was saving himself, and He Chuanhua's heart sank completely. He took out his flip phone and made a call.

A hoarse and deep male voice came out from the phone, and He Chuanhua stared at the last cubicle and said, "Brother, have you seen Sha?"

There was silence on the phone for a while before replying: "I was knocked out, so I didn't see clearly."

Before He Chuanhua could speak, the faint yellow light on the compartment disappeared.

The ghost-suppressing talisman he drew with his own hands slowly fell down, and before it hit the ground, it was torn to pieces again.

He Chuanhua's hands froze, and the male voice on the opposite side asked worriedly: "Chuan Hua, what's wrong."

He Chuanhua didn't answer, he walked carefully to the cubicle, opened a crack in the door and looked inside.

There was nothing in the compartment shrouded in Yin Qi, the toilet seat stood upright, and the sound of running water could be heard continuously.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, and the water in the toilet slowly overflowed.

He Chuanhua's yin and yang eyes seriously affected his vision, and he could only vaguely see something flowing out of the black air.

Even if he couldn't see it, He Chuanhua could guess what the liquid almost flowed to his feet when he smelled it.

He Chuanhua closed the door of the compartment, took out a ghost-suppressing talisman and slapped it on the door.

As soon as Huang Fu touched the door panel, it turned into ashes. The phone in He Chuanhua's hand heard a burst of busy tones, and then he saw a scarlet yin energy coming out of the compartment.

Yin Qi grazed his face, like an ice pick scraping his skin fiercely.

The scarlet Yin Qi circled several times over the men's bathroom, and rushed straight towards the glass shards in the corner.

The female ghost hidden inside was torn out, she struggled to escape but was tightly wrapped in Yin Qi.

The female ghost was soon eaten up by Yin Qi, and He Chuanhua's eardrums were in pain from the miserable wailing. He pulled out the red rope in his satchel, stepped on his feet, and said in his mouth: "The big mask method, the small mask method, bestowed by the Jade Emperor." My Maoshan cover covers 33 days at the top and [-] levels of hell at the bottom... The unrighteous spirits do not move, I obey the order of the Supreme Lord!"

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he chanted the spell forcefully.With a wave of his arm, he threw the red thread towards the cloud of Yin Qi.

At the moment when the red thread entangled Yin Qi, there was a rattling sound from the compartment not far from him.

A festering, bloody hand slowly protruded from the toilet.

He Chuanhua looked back and thought, it's over.

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Song Yanqing swore that he had never run so fast before.

I don't know if the little anchor's obsession with the live broadcast is too deep. Even when she was running, Song Yanqing didn't forget to raise her selfie stick so that the people in the live broadcast room could clearly see the situation behind.

The girl who was lying on the window watching him didn't come after him, and behind him was the foul-smelling thing.

Compared with ghosts, Song Yanqing prefers to call her a refined papa.

Papa blocked behind him, Song Yanqing couldn't get back from the hole he had come from.

Fortunately, that thing moved slowly, and Song Yanqing, who was wearing small sandals, had a chance to make it to the main entrance of the teaching building alive.

The teaching building of the primary school has a total of six floors. The walls are full of dirt and the original color cannot be seen. There are some thin and long things stuck to the walls. Song Yanqing thinks that it may be moss.

"I, ha, I'm alive." Song Yanqing leaned on the pillar in front of the main entrance, and after making sure that the baba monster hadn't followed, he panted heavily and said to the live broadcast room: "You don't know, I, I ran away. Work harder, I haven't run in a long time."

The messages in the live broadcast room were all urging him to leave quickly. Song Yanqing thought about it and felt that since he was chased by ghosts and ran for more than 100 meters, then the effect of his live broadcast should have been achieved.

But the place where he got in was behind the teaching building of the primary school, the baba monster was in the outdoor toilet over there, and the little girl who screamed when he didn't agree with him was also guarding over there, the way he came had been blocked died.

He wiped the sweat off his face, and said to the phone: "It's over, I can't go out, the ghost is watching me outside."

Someone in the live broadcast room had already called the police, and they suggested that Song Yanqing choose a place with a wide view and wait for the police to rescue him.

This was similar to what Song Yanqing thought, he took a breath, looked around, and fell in love with the flag-raising platform on the playground not far away.

There is nothing else there except the flag-raising platform and the flagpole, and you can clearly see the situation of the two teaching buildings of the two primary and junior high schools.

He said something to the live broadcast room, got up and walked towards the flag raising platform.

He was very careful along the way, for fear that something would appear on the way.But I don't know if it was a change of luck, until he sat safely on the flag raising platform, he didn't see anything unclean.

"Then I'll just sit here and wait for the police to come." Song Yanqing touched the red cloth on his wrist, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and he pretended to say to the phone: "I'm so scared by myself, you must stay with me Ah, thanks to 'Go to your Meowcoin' for sending me two big fireworks, I hope to be the top of the list today, let's compare my heart!"

He was laughing and rubbing his fingers in the live broadcast room.

The little anchor is addicted to smoking. Song Yanqing's mood fluctuated a lot just now, and now she wants to smoke.

He took out a lollipop and bit the plastic stick in his mouth to relieve his addiction.

Song Yanqing looked around vigilantly and surveyed the surrounding environment. The school was still a little famous at the beginning. The playground was connected to the basketball court, and there were a few goals on it, which could be regarded as a football field.

The public fitness equipment is placed next to the fence on the side of the school gate, which should be for elementary school students. The seesaw and swing are constantly shaking, making harsh sounds.

There are seven floors in the middle school, and the top is the rooftop. Song Yanqing squinted his eyes and looked up, feeling that there was something standing on it.It's just that it's late at night, and he really can't see clearly.

The primary school is built like a castle, with a big clock on the tapered top.

Song Yanqing looked up, the clock was still running, and it was already past eleven fifty in the evening.What time is it, the distance is too far, Song Yanqing can't see clearly.

He cuts to the phone camera, and immediately someone asks a question.

How can this long-abandoned clock still go, and will something happen at twelve o'clock.

Twelve o'clock in the morning often arouses people's infinite reverie, or in other words, blind imagination.

Many ghost games and ghost legends are often linked to the twelve o'clock, but Song Yanqing killed a lot when she was Zuo Dharma, and now she is not very afraid.

Song Yanqing's mood improved a lot after fighting with the system.He glanced at the time, 23:59.

"How about it." Song Yanqing said: "Anyway, I have nowhere to go now, let's count down the last ten seconds and see what will happen."

Time passed little by little, and Song Yanqing began to count down.It may be a psychological effect. He felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower. By the last three seconds, he had already exhaled white air.

"It's so cold..." Song Yanqing rubbed his arms and muttered.

Before he finished speaking, it was 0:[-].

Then he heard the bell, and the dull bell sounded particularly loud in the empty playground.

Every once in a while, it seemed to smash into Song Yanqing's heart.

The screens had already been swiped in the live broadcast room, but Song Yanqing didn't have time to reply to them.

Song Yanqing vaguely heard a slight sound coming from behind him. He looked back and saw that the lifting rope on the flagpole was sliding slowly, as if someone was raising the flag.

Then the dark teaching building was lit, and the playground was illuminated like daytime. Song Yanqing saw that the window of the teaching building, which was empty before, was full of people.

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