Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

[The sphere behind the female ghost should be an impermeable fetus, either the female ghost's own fetus, or the fetus conceived by something else has entangled the female ghost. ]

He returned the jar to the village chief, turned his face and walked towards the single cabin arranged for him in the village.

Exorcism talismans were pasted on the doors, windows and bedside, Ling Huang simply took a shower and fell asleep.

But in the dream, there is always a big basketball-sized water polo dangling in front of him. If you look carefully, the ball is translucent, and it seems to contain a small baby?

Don't melt into bones? !

Realizing that it was a nightmare, Ling Huang instinctively began to struggle, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

After calming down a bit, Ling Huang recited the Night Cat Mantra three times.

After chanting, I remembered that this mantra must be chanted before going to bed to ensure a good night's sleep without dreams, and chanting it now will definitely not work.

Use the ghost order instead.

"Heavenly Master has an order!" After Ling Huang finished reading in his dream, he should point to the door to invite the dreaming ghost out of the house.

But he looked around and couldn't see the door.

It didn't take much thinking to know that it was Ling Huang's eyes that had sprouted from the bones.

Seeing ghosts in dreams is very dangerous. If it is mild, it will startle the soul and cause you to be unable to get out of bed for ten days and a half months. If it is serious, your soul may be taken away by ghosts, and people will become crazy or die suddenly.

Since I can't send it away, I can only use a curse to wake myself up first.

Bite your right hand and write the word "wake up" on the palm of your left hand.

He was concentrating on the two eyebrows, and was about to slap his left palm on his head, but he felt something grabbing his right hand.

"Mother..." A very light and anxious voice came from the right side of his body.

Bite the bullet and open his eyes, he thought he would see some horrible ghost grabbing his hand or opening his bloody mouth to eat him.

Unexpectedly, it was a soft and glutinous little doll wrapped in a water polo. It reached out from the water polo and grabbed Ling Huang's right little finger.

A pair of big black and white eyes blinked, and the pink lips opened again, calling Ling Huang, "Mother, mother..."

"I..." Ling Huang was afraid of ghosts, but what he was afraid of were hideous and ugly ghosts that would not pay for their lives.

Now he clearly saw a kid, but the kid was so cute and endearing.

"I'm not your mother." Ling Huang's voice softened, and the little finger of his right hand hooked the little baby's palm, "Sorry, I'm really not your mother."

"Hmm." The little baby's originally shining eyes suddenly became sad, her mouth was deflated, and she began to cry, her voice was as soft as a mosquito flapping its wings, "Uh... woo... I want a mother... Yin'er misses her relative……"

Yin'er is probably the name of this ghost doll, and the doll should be full-term old.

Ling Huang temporarily gave up the idea of ​​waking him up, and took a closer look at the water polo wrapped in the doll.

This was in the mother's womb, but she died tragically in her womb before being born at full term.

Poor kid.

Ling Huang's heart was soft and distressed, and he twirled his fingers in the little baby's palm again, "Yin'er, don't cry, be good."

"Yes, it's mother." The little baby stared at Ling Huang again with big eyes, "Mother, her name is Yin'er."

"It's not my mother..." Ling Huang didn't know how to explain to the cute ghost doll that he was a man with handles, and scratched his head with his left hand in distress, "Mothers all have long hair, you see I have short hair."

"Hmm..." The little baby raised her bright eyes, and pointed at the top of Ling Huang's head with her other little hand in the water polo, "Long hair, it's mother."

Ah, the unlucky original owner prefers to have his ear-length hair permed with tin foil.

Silently, he felt that he was too sleepy, so he yawned.

"Well, mother is sleepy." The little hand was retracted from Ling Huang's hand into the water polo, and the doll and the water polo rose a little higher and suspended, "Mother is tired, mother is sleeping. Yin'er, find a red dress, sister, Play. My sister lost her head, it's fun."

"..." Ling Huang thought that the doll had no malicious intentions, and tried to reason with him, "Don't scare the living, don't harm the living, you know?"

"Well." Wawa nodded, "Yin'er, I got it."