Daoist has facial paralysis

The prisoner uncorked the bottle, and the black thread fell on Zhou Yibei's lap.The man laughed again, stretched out his hand and cut a hole in his leg, and Heisi quickly got in, "Scream, scream as much as you want... Hahahahaha..."

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei gritted his teeth tightly and did not cry out. There was a sharp pain in his left knee, and he felt that the bone had been penetrated by black silk. After suffering for a few minutes, big drops of sweat ran down his jaw It dripped down and mixed with the blood on the pants.

"If you don't bark, you won't have a chance to bark in the future..." The man picked up the scissors and approached, he wanted to cut off his favorite flesh before the hair gu penetrated into his stomach, "Hehehe..."

"Ah!" Zhou Yibei heard a scream, raised his head, and saw that the man's hand was half cut off by his own scissors, and the cyan figure was holding the blade of the sharp scissors, and exposed his bloody mouth to him.

"You...you..." The man sat down on the ground in panic, looking at the blue figures that appeared around him one after another, his face getting more and more ugly.

"Now you know how to be afraid?" The dirty plastic sheet at the door was lifted by a ghost king, and a man in a black coat walked in. The broken light bulb on the roof flickered and struggled to light up, giving off a gloomy yellow light. A strange paleness was reflected on the prisoner's face.

"Didn't you know who will back him up when he hurt someone? You are really not soft when you move..." The Southwest Taoist came in and squatted next to the man, full of gangster aura, the man was too scared to speak out by the ghost king around him Then, the Taoist priest coldly brushed off the burn marks all over his body, "Has he been burned? Why didn't his face get burned? Then don't waste it, burn it up and let me see it."

During the words, the man's face was covered with a blue will-o'-the-wisp, he screamed and covered his face, rolled on the ground, stood up from Dongxinan with disgust in his eyes.

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei was in a daze from the pain, staring blankly at his uncle coming over to hug him, his eyes were hot, and his voice was filled with involuntary grievances.

"It's okay, uncle will take you away." Dongxinan looked down at the legs of his little nephew, frowned, and looked at the man still rolling on the ground, his voice was cold, "give me both of his legs Knock it off, be careful not to kill it."

"Yes, Taoist priest," five or six ghost kings responded in unison.

……

ten days later

Tsukishima

28 Changjiang Road

Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhou Yibei flipped through the news on his mobile phone. The serial murder case in Yanchao had been solved. The culprit was a metaphysics lecturer who was disfigured by a fire two years ago. I passed several students in my metaphysics class.

However, there is still a mystery in the case. The owner of the black-haired scalp has not yet been found. Could it be that someone lost a scalp, and the family members couldn't find it when they were buried?

There was no clue about how to send Gu, Zhou Yibei still couldn't forget those mysterious Gu techniques. After finding out in the news that the man had been sentenced to death, he sighed regretfully, and a cat's paw suddenly stretched out to block the phone screen.

"Wubai," Zhou Yibei scratched the short fur of the black cat that jumped onto his lap, Wu Bai raised his head and let out a cry, rubbing his small head against his palm.

"Ding..." The doorbell rang suddenly.

Zhou Yibei watched the Ghost King run past and back, and let out a muffled voice, "I don't know..."

After struggling to push the wheelchair, he opened the door, and a familiar round face appeared, "Beibei, hello... hey? Why are you in a wheelchair?"

It was the female classmate who persisted in chasing him and instead took the brotherly route... What's her name?Zhou Yibei tried his best to recall, "Little Huang?"

"Beibei, did you hit your head? My name is Cookie," the round-faced girl curled her lips unhappily, and stuffed a bunch of carnations hidden behind her back into his hands, and looked down at Wu Bai who was following behind the wheelchair. , "Ah! Your cat? So cute..."

The girl stretched out her hand to touch the cat, but Wu Bai shrank back, and hurriedly disappeared, "Ah, why did you run away?"

Zhou Yibei looked at her, "How do you know I live here?"

"I followed you," said the girl solemnly.

"..." Zhou Xiaodao looked at the female classmate speechlessly, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"You haven't come to school for a long time, and the class teacher said that you took sick leave. I'm worried about you." The girl glanced at Zhou Yibei's gauze-wrapped legs, "What's wrong with your legs?"

"I fell down the stairs," Zhou Yibei blocked the door and did not let the girl in.

"Oh..." Cookie nodded, and stood for a while, as if he hesitated to speak.

Zhou Yibei glanced at her, "Is there anything else?"

"Beibei...I seem to have encountered a ghost..." the girl looked around and said in a low voice.

……

Cookie went out to play a few days ago on vacation. When she was staying in a hotel, she picked up a mahogany comb at the door of her room. She asked the front desk and no one wanted it, so she took it back to school. Suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, unable to move his body, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see a woman with long hair in white clothes sitting on top of him combing her hair.She threw the wooden comb once, but just after throwing it away, she would find it in her bag in a blink of an eye. That night, she was pressed even harder, not only could she not move, she even had difficulty breathing.

Encountering this situation, she was frightened to death, remembering that she had accidentally seen many strange spell-like hand-painted patterns in Zhou Yibei's book, based on a woman's intuition, she felt that this strange classmate with facial paralysis must understand Regarding this matter, without thinking too much, I ran over to ask Mr. Zhou Xiaodao for help.

"Have you brought the wooden comb?" Zhou Yibei stretched out his hand towards her after hearing the story.

Cookie rummaged through his bag, "Hey, this is it."

Zhou Yibei brought over the exquisite mahogany comb, "You can go."

"Ah? I..." Cookie was stunned for a moment. Classmate Zhou pulled back the wheelchair and closed the door with her head lowered. walked away.

Sticking an evil-repelling talisman on the wooden comb, Zhou Yibei casually put the thing on the table.

"Click..." There was a sound of unlocking the door, Zhou Yibei turned the wheelchair, and the sound of footsteps coming in had reached the entrance of the hall on the first floor.

"Master Uncle..." Zhou Yibei looked at the Southwest Taoist Priest who just came back from the outside and was still looking cold, and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

Dongxinan walked over and held him down, "Sit down honestly, do you want to break your other leg?"

"Want to eat?" Considering that the little nephew was injured and it was inconvenient to cook, the Taoist priest bought some edibles on the way back after watching Feng Shui for others.

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei stared fixedly at Dao Chang's face not far away, and the blurry but beautiful outline fell into his eyes. It would be fine if it was night, but now I can't see clearly...Zhou Yibei looked back God, the Taoist reached out and hugged him.