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A feeling of deja vu hit my heart.

The first time Qin Jiuyin showed his power, in Ji Mo's opinion, was not the time to fool the boy who came over to smash the window in the middle of the night, but in the next village, with a stick of incense, a few handfuls of paper money, and some mantras, Just let the village die and go crazy.

The result of this battle is really too brilliant, and obviously there are no special effects, but it is more deterrent than "scaring" that silly boy.

So, when he heard the words that the sorceress was crazy, the first thing that came to mind was Qin Jiuyin, together with what he did in the old year.

Now Ji Mo already knows how Qin Jiuyin did it, whether it is difficult or not, it is not easy to say.

This kind of practice is mainly for cursing people. When reciting the mantra, they go dark for a moment, enslaving little ghosts to seduce their souls. All old and weak people, and those with light fate and weak horoscopes, have light souls. This "light" refers to weight. It is easy to be hooked away by little ghosts, three souls and seven souls, how many are hooked, and those who are old and unable to bear it will die directly, crazy, and the soul can only be said to be relatively safe Many, only part of it was ticked off.

Now this...

"Their family—" Ji Mo wanted to ask the witch's family if someone came to complain, but suddenly thought of the witch's current situation, so he stopped talking and waved his hand to let the servant go down.

Witches have many fates, and their relatives are weak. Even if they are relatives, if they want to be witches, they will first give up their relatives. If they have parents, they will break the relationship with their parents. Others, in short, it is impossible to have any relatives on the surface, lest they be implicated by themselves.

Because this kind of profession is not good, at least not supported by the mainstream, many witches are like the dust that has to be swept into the corner, they can only accumulate strength in the dark corner, not to mention their relatives, neighbors don’t love intersect with it.

It's like Qin Jiuyin, who obviously lives in the village, and there is a neighbor across the wall next to him, but the neighbor will never come to the door if he has nothing to do. When we see each other every day, he will be cautious and cringe when he greets him, as if he will be infected if he gets close. It's like getting sick.

And only when something came to Qin Jiuyin's head, would he call each other "Auntie" affectionately.

Ji Mo had thought before that Qin Jiuyin's awkward temper was not without reasons. Yesterday he was affectionate and asked her to help, but the next day he was cold-hearted and cold-hearted. You and I don't know each other well. Repeated several times, No matter how good-tempered Qin Jiuyin was, he would put on a show when they came to the door again.

Such a sorceress, if she accepts her disciples, otherwise she will be alone, and no one will stand out for her. Those disciples of hers must have taken the money and dispersed. After a while, you will be able to see a crazy person at the street. old beggar.

Ji Mo sighed deeply, and remembered this incident in his heart, and planned to meet in the future, and if he helped him a little, it would be regarded as friendship.

The next time An Jing came to the door, after asking all the questions, Ji Mo asked about the sorceress, and asked whether it was related to An Jing.

"When people like us go crazy and die, isn't it normal?"

An Jing didn't answer directly, and said something like this, with a hint of sarcasm, "Senior brother has time to care about these things, why not care about when I will be promoted. I haven't congratulated my senior brother, but I got an official position."

The last sentence implied a sigh, and Ji Mo felt very uncomfortable when he looked at him quietly, as if something greasy and sticky had been rubbed against his head and face, bringing a feeling of clammy, cold and sticky, very disgusting.

He moved his body uncomfortably, and picked up the teacup. After many years, the quiet change, not to mention a big one, but...

In the dream, the fluctuations in the gray mist were getting bigger and bigger, and my sister was very disturbed, and finally accepted Ji Mo's opinion and hid in the tablet.

Suddenly one night, a strong wind blew up, and the closed window sash was rattled by the wind. Ji Mo was woken up, only to see the shadow of a tree fluttering on the window paper, hideous like a ghost, and then, there was a downpour of rain, pattering down Come on, the raindrops are like hail, and the movement is great.

"master?"

Seeing Wu Li lit the lamp, the servants outside asked to come in.

"It's all right."

Ji Mo responded, but did not open the window, but moved the table next to the window a little, and the rainwater seeping from the crack of the window gushed in impatiently like it was flowing from a faucet.

After working for a while, it finally looked safer, Ji Mo fell asleep again, and added another quilt, but felt that it was not warm enough.

Early the next morning, the sky that had been thoroughly washed by the rain was exceptionally blue, and it was a fine day.

Ji Mo handled some official documents in the morning, and heard the news of the quietness from the servant after lunch.

"Fortunately, we went to see it, and it was gone last night. If it takes a little longer, it will probably stink..."

In the morning, Ji Mo asked people to go to see how quiet it was. Last night, the strong wind was strong, some dead trees were blown off, and the roof collapsed, causing casualties. What’s more, the tiles were blown away, and the doors and windows were damaged. It was broken, and I had to suffer from hunger and cold.

When it comes to the construction quality of this ancient house, Ji Mo feels that he has a little say. Don't expect any master architect to build it. When a strong wind passes, the beams of the house will collapse and hit people directly.

There are also those buildings that were originally good, and the structure was not wrong, but because of the existence of snakes, rats and ants, the beams were eaten away, and they could not withstand the ravages of wind and rain, and they collapsed directly.

Therefore, whenever there is such a strong wind and heavy rain, as an official, the first thing to worry about is the people's livelihood, and the second is whether the rainwater will cause an epidemic or not. If it cannot be buried or exposed to the sun in time, it may become the source of infection of the epidemic.

These questions are trivial and annoying, but Ji Mo has gotten used to them.

"Why not?"

Ji Mo put down the book he had just picked up, and turned to ask the servant.

"It looks like he got some kind of injury, he vomited a lot of blood, and he just sat there." The servant's answer was not very detailed, and Ji Mo couldn't figure out the reason, so he took his assistant to look again.

It was the first time for him to go to the house where An Jing lived. It was in a remote place in the west of the city, few people lived there, and the houses were dilapidated to a certain extent, that is, they were barely inhabited. Ji Mo looked at it Feeling ashamed, if he had known about this kind of accommodation, he should have stayed quietly in the government office, even if it caused criticism, he shouldn't have let her live alone in such a dilapidated house.

People who have followed Ji Mo for many years already knew how to protect the scene of the crime. No one came here, so they didn't step on it indiscriminately, and it was basically the same.

Ji Mo and Wu Zuo went in and looked at it, but there was nothing suspicious. Wu Zuo replied that "there may be some kind of disease", which ruled out the possibility of killing and poisoning.

Wu Zuo didn't know An Jing's age, and he didn't think much more when he saw her old face, otherwise he might directly say that the other party was sick.

Ji Mo nodded, and went over to take a look. He could see something that Wu Zuo couldn't see. Jing Jing should be doing it at that time. The few "magic tools" on the ground are still familiar, and it should be Qin Jiu. Among the things that Yin left behind in the past, the blood on the blood-stained copper bell has turned black.

There was also a pool of blood in front of An Jing, she should have vomited it out, and she died in a sitting position lying on her side, her wide-open eyes were already cloudy, and an expression of fear or anger seemed to remain on her face , some scary.

His brows furrowed unconsciously, and this situation reminded Ji Mo of Qin Jiuyin's appearance when he died, his heart sank, he drank and pecked, but cause and effect?

"Take it easy."

Ji Mo gave orders like this.

Back in the mansion, Ji Mo went directly to the backyard. There was a room in the backyard, which was decorated by Ji Mo after Qin Jiuyin's hall at that time. In front of him was an altar table with an incense burner on it and a brazier underneath it. There are no chairs at all, if necessary, just do it here.

There is only one more black wooden tablet on the table, on which is written the death date of my sister's name and surname.

The tablet was made by Ji Mo himself, and the paper money for the incense candle placed on it was also made by Ji Mo.

Everyone in the county government knows that Ji Mo has a sister who died young, and Ji Mo is quite concerned about this. The knowledge about Yin walking is not purely for worship.

The brazier was pulled out, incense was lit, and paper money was burned. Ji Mo chanted a mantra, not to escape the yin, but to communicate with the yin, hoping to know something about quietness from his sister, to see if she died normally.

I saw yesterday that An Jing is in good health, so she wouldn't die suddenly in a day, and there are things that can be counterproductive in theory, but it is true that she died so quickly, at the level of those witches in this county. Not too possible.

Ji Mo also wanted to ask the person concerned to clarify this doubt.

"There's no need to look for her, she's already lost her soul, the real kind."

The older sister's face is particularly happy, the ghost king was not born successfully, a big ghost like her who aspires to be the ghost king has escaped again, with time to buffer, maybe next time, she will be the ghost king.

She is stronger, while Ji Mo is relatively weaker.

This is also the reason why Ji Mo dare not use yin walking at all. For such a yin fate, once you go in, you will never be able to get out again. The other end slipped off.

"There is still a fake Hunfeiposan? Why is it Hunfeiposan again?"

Ji Mo frowned.

Although the little ghost is worthless, but before even being a little ghost, his soul flies away, it's too fast, he just died, is there really no problem?

My sister looked embarrassed, and I could see a bit of embarrassment in that ghost picture, "Ahem, before Qin Jiuyin, I thought she was out of her wits, but now it seems that she is not, this time it is completely out of her wits. "

"?" Ji Mo was shocked, what does this mean? !