Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling walked faster and faster, and the copper bell in his hand shook accordingly, jingling continuously.

This sanqing bell was Zhao Xunchang's personal magic weapon. It has been used for many years and has a strong evil spirit. Ordinary ghosts would run away when they heard the bell.

Today is good, not only do not hide, but also follow all the way.

Chen Ling took several deep breaths in a row, and told himself repeatedly, to be calm, to be calm, in case he lost his footing and fell in a panic, not to mention spending money on treatment, it would also affect his business expansion.

And judging from the current situation, the other party has no intention of harming him, otherwise he would have pounced on him long ago, why would he follow so quietly.

After figuring it out, Chen Ling's walking movements were no longer stiff, and he arrived at the small courtyard safe and sound with the ringing of the bell.

There was a light left in the yard, and the light in Zhao Xunchang's window had been extinguished, and the snoring sound came out from the crack of the window presumptuously, like thunder.

In just one day, he ran into ghosts twice, and Chen Ling didn't have the time to clean up his personal hygiene. He hurriedly took a hot shower, climbed onto the bed quickly, and wrapped himself up like a cicada pupa with a towel, only his eyes and nose were exposed.

Zhao Xunchang's snoring sound is the best hypnotic agent at night when he can't fall asleep due to fear. Chen Ling only feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and his messy thoughts are quickly overwhelmed by sleepiness, turning into a dark, irresistible nightmare .

In the dream, Chen Ling felt that his body was bound and his surroundings were cramped, like being trapped in a container.

The impenetrable air, with unspeakable coldness, invaded his skin from all directions, and penetrated into his mouth and nose.A hand brushed past calmly and rested on his exposed thin neck.

Chen Ling's eyes widened, his lips and teeth were parted, and his Adam's apple was moving up and down, betraying his intention to call for help.

Then the hand moved suddenly, covering his mouth almost fiercely.

The unfamiliar breath brushed over the chin and cheeks, all the way up, skipping between the young man's brows.

In an instant, Chen Ling was sure that the one who suppressed him at this time was the "person" who suddenly appeared in the study before, and was also the one who followed him home before.At this moment, the thing was sniffing around him, like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for a long time and was eager to eat.

Chen Ling was conscious, but he couldn't open his eyes to wake up.

This is another encounter with a ghost press.

After nearly two months of barely stable days, Chen Ling almost forgot how vicious and bloodthirsty these things are.

He struggled desperately, and as soon as his hands and feet moved, they were fixed, as if there were invisible nails, firmly nailing his limbs to the bed.

A strange and terrifying aura hovered over his face, Chen Ling held his breath and closed his eyes tightly, as if as long as he couldn't see it, he could treat it as nonexistent.But the appearance of self-deception will be exposed sooner or later.

There was only a "hiss", and the collar of the T-shirt hanging on the collarbone was torn, and the breath slid along his neck to the collarbone, with a faint tendency to go to the heart.

The danger was approaching, and Chen Ling could clearly feel his heart beating faster.

The violent pulse hit the ribs violently, ready to pop out of the chest cavity at any time.Chen Ling couldn't hold back anymore, his breathing became thick and heavy, scorching hot, with fresh breath, spraying all of it into the invisible hand.

There was a slight chirp in the air, and the cold male voice pressed against his ear, with a soft tone, "Why are you so afraid?"

Chen Ling: "..."

Terrifying, terrifying.

In the same way, if ghosts scare ghosts, they should also be able to scare ghosts to death.

Why are you scared like this? You will know if you try it yourself!

Chen Ling was full of complaints and couldn't speak out. He mobilized all his strength to save himself. He closed his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue.

Master said that their professionals pay attention to the three-pointed blood to exorcise evil spirits, and the three points refer to the fingertips, tongue and heart respectively.The blood in these three places is human essence and blood, which contains pure yang energy.If the situation permits, taking blood from the fingertip is the most convenient and least painful.

In the current situation of being unable to move, Chen Ling only had a middle option.

The tip of his tongue was cut open, and sweet blood gushed out immediately, but luckily he couldn't make a sound, otherwise he would have to let out a futile ouch.

It was inevitable that the blood on the tip of the tongue would be wasted by swallowing it carelessly, Chen Ling opened his mouth and was about to spray it out.

In an instant, the opened lips were pinched by two fingers and closed again.

Chen Ling stared in shock, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, half of the blood in his mouth was swallowed.

The most frightening thing was that the thing actually squeezed two fingers into his mouth, hooking his tongue that was still bleeding.

The cold air spread all the way down the base of the tongue, and the voice that had just spoken sounded again.This time, the voice was directly opposite him, and the strange breath flowed slowly along the pried open lips with a strong sense of abuse.

Chen Ling has heard many short stories since learning the law with Zhao Xunchang, especially the one about the female ghost in the mountain sucking human spirit.Unexpectedly, he met a male ghost version today.

Just when he shouted "It's over, it's over", the breath on the other side suddenly stopped attacking.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang in the air.

Chen Ling was shocked and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Zhao Xunchang put away his feet kicking the door, and rushed to the bedside with a lightning strike wood seven-star sword. He looked around vigilantly, and the vigilance between his brows gradually turned into bewilderment.

Chen Ling wiped the dense sweat from his forehead, grabbed the torn collar button tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master."

Zhao Xunchang didn't respond, he squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly, walked around the house, and finally squatted in every corner to sniff, but found nothing.

He walked back to the bed, put the sword in his hand on the bedside table with a snap, and sat down firmly, "I just clearly felt that there was something in your room, why did it disappear as soon as I came here?"

Chen Ling didn't have the nerve to say that his mouth was molested by the other party's fingers, and picked two important points: "The ghost presses the bed, but it doesn't seem to work for you to give me Sanqingling."

In this way, this is the third time that San Qingling has misfired!

Chen Ling hurriedly told about what happened in the study in the evening, and what happened when he went home on a rainy night.

As soon as the Sanqing bell rang, ghosts arrived.

Sanqing bell rings again to drive away evil spirits and avoid evil spirits.

Zhao Xunchang was very confident in the magic weapon that the patriarch used, which contained the evil spirit, so he passed it on to his only little apprentice. What's going on now, has he been slapped in the face!

He reached out to grab the brass bell that was placed next to the pillow by the little apprentice, and with a light shake, the room was full of crisp bells.

Nothing is broken, it's fine.

Zhao Xunchang rubbed the center of his brows, he didn't want to think in that direction, but the facts were in front of him, there was only one possibility for Chen Ling's current encounter——

The evil thing is unfathomable, San Qingling has no reaction to it, and has no effect.

The situation was a bit tricky, so Zhao Xunchang, who had experienced many battles, paid attention to it, and immediately left the room of the little apprentice, moved his big magic pusher over and tried it one by one, and after seeing no response, he used all kinds of exorcising evil spirits to suppress the house. Talismans are posted all over the house.

After finishing all this, he put the Sanqingling, which was blessed with talisman paper, back next to the little apprentice's pillow, "The room is clean now, there is nothing else to do, go to sleep."

Chen Ling didn't even want to sleep. When the master left, he quickly sat up on his knees and turned on the small bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light provided a bit of warmth to the dark room. Chen Ling didn't get out of bed, leaned over and opened the drawer, and took out two yellowed ancient books bound with threads that had been roughened.

The dark blue cover of the ancient book has decayed, and it will rot if the action is a little focused.

Chen Ling carefully flipped through the pages, keeping in mind the key points while reading.The knowledge was exciting, and it was midnight, but he became more and more awake when he looked at it. The little bit of fear that had sprung up in his heart before had disappeared long ago.

At 05:30 in the morning, the distant sky glowed a faint red, and half an hour later, the first ray of sunlight broke through the horizon.

Going to the kitchen to steam the Xiaolongbao bought in the supermarket for Master, Chen Ling pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked up the mountain.

On Yuhe Mountain, the workers got up to work before dawn. At this time, one or two were shirtless, carrying the large dryer out of the tomb.

The pit that was drenched by the heavy rain yesterday has dried up. Someone nearby is mixing the cement according to the proportion, and some other people are going down the mountain, planning to move the natural marble slabs that have been cut and polished overnight.

Eight thirty minutes in the morning is the auspicious time calculated by Zhao Xunchang.

The marble slabs were properly placed into the pits that had been waterproofed, and the gaps were fixed and sealed with cement. In an instant, only the appearance of the loess tomb rose.

Chen Ling was very satisfied with this newly developed mountain view mansion, so he turned around and called Mrs. Jiang.

This time, the call was connected quickly.

I heard that my phone was disconnected last night, and Mrs. Jiang apologized over there, saying that my phone had been flooded and turned off automatically.

Hearing that the young man said that the pit had been enlarged, but he would not add any money, Mrs. Jiang thanked her repeatedly, and then asked, "Mr. Chen, when will you come over? I will buy everything you asked me to buy."

Chen Ling said, "09:30."

He still has one thing to do.

According to the request of the little boss, the head contractor took people to the village to get two large bundles of straw, and then divided them into seven small bundles.

Chen Ling borrowed a lighter from him, lit a bundle and threw it into the grave.

This ceremony is called warming, just like inviting relatives and friends to warm the house before officially moving into a new home.The picture shows that it is booming, and the people who live in it can feel happy and have normal luck.

The bundles of straw were burned to the ground, and Chen Ling jumped down himself to sweep the ashes out.

As he was climbing up, the contractor looked at the tomb decorated with bright marble, and suddenly said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, this tomb is really nice. Not to mention the bright atmosphere, it is so spacious. It is said to be a single tomb. In fact, lying down is more than enough for two people."

For some reason, Chen Ling suddenly remembered the dream from last night.

Isn't that suffocating dark space like lying in a dark tomb!