The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing Gods and Playing Ghosts Chapter 140: Young Master Jiang: "Just rely on my fingers."

Ke Tingrong had never seen such a scene before, he took a breath, choked so hard that he couldn't make a sound, subconsciously took two steps back, stepped on the ground, and almost fell down the stairs.

Standing next to him, Zhong Sheng noticed Ke Tingrong's strangeness from the corner of his eye. As soon as he looked over, he saw him fall backwards without warning. He grabbed Ke Tingrong's hand and pulled him back by chance.

"Why..." Zhong Sheng said, and immediately noticed the doll in Ke Tingrong's hand. At some point, the doll turned around, with its head facing his direction, twisting 180 degrees with its body, straight look at him.

Bao Qiwen also noticed it, and he gasped: "Why is this doll so weird...who twisted its head upside down?"

"No one twisted its head." Zhong Sheng lowered his eyes.

Bao Qiwen gasped, if he hadn't controlled his mouth rationally, he really wanted to call Jiang Yiming over.

Hearing what Bao Qiwen said, Ke Tingrong looked over, and as expected, his legs went limp again, and if it wasn't for Zhong Sheng's tugging, he would have almost slipped down again.

Zhong Sheng dragged Ke Tingrong to the side next to the corridor, lest the man's legs go limp and fall down the stairs again.

Mr. Ke's lips turned white, and he threw the doll far away. He shook his lips and asked, "What's the matter with this doll? How could it be like this?"

"The technique of witchcraft is a trivial skill." Jiang Yiming's voice came from the bedroom.

Hearing the sound, Ke Tingrong looked over, and saw him unhurriedly put his finger into Ke Yuheng's mouth, lowered the coating of his tongue, pressed his knuckles against the place under his chin, pressed it inward lightly, and immediately withdrew his hand , Ke Yuheng suddenly grabbed the edge of the bed and turned over to retch as if he had woken up suddenly.

A coin-sized object spit out from his mouth like a black cocoon.

Jiang Yiming's eyes turned sharp, and he quickly picked up a yellow talisman and flew towards it. The black cocoon wrapped in the yellow talisman rolled straight on the ground, making a buzzing sound, as if there were countless tiny tentacles crawling in it. , It made my scalp tingle.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming quickly recited the ground fire formula, and a ground fire rose from the ground, wrapping the yellow talisman and the black cocoon.

The black cocoon was roasted red by the ground fire, and there was a crackling scorching sound from inside.

When the fire was exhausted, Jiang Yiming gently crushed the black cocoon with his toes, and the black cocoon broke open with a "boo", and densely packed charred insect corpses fell out from inside.

Ke Tingrong's face changed when he saw it. It was the little spiders that he saw crawling all over the wall and coming in and out of his young son's mouth when he opened the door for the first time.

All these things are actually hidden in the mouth of his youngest son? !

Ke Yuheng, who had coughed up the black cocoon, gradually regained consciousness. He lay on the bed in a daze, staring at the insect corpses on the ground, and froze on the spot. When he thought that these things were all vomited out by himself, his stomach suddenly It was a turmoil.

Asked him if he still remembered what happened before and what he said, Ke Yuheng didn't know anything, and he didn't remember that he had made such a sensational prediction.

His face was pale, and he asked Jiang Yiming with trembling lips: "I said those words? Is it really me?"

Jiang Yiming nodded slightly.

"How could I say such things? How could I know these things? That person is not me! It can't be me..." Ke Yuheng kept shaking his head, muttering self-denial.

"It's really hard to say whether the person who said this was you." Jiang Yiming said, if he wanted to see, there might be another "person" who said these words through Ke Yuheng's mouth at that time.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom attached to the bedroom to wash his hands, and when he came out he glanced at Ke Yuheng.

Although Ke Yuheng kept denying that the person was not him, when he heard Jiang Yiming say this, he seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Yiming in disbelief: "But who else could that person be if I wasn't me?!"

Jiang Yiming paused, and looked at the man amusedly: "You said that person is not yours, but you. Now you say that person can only be yours, and it's you again. Then what answer do you want?"

"I, I..." Ke Yuheng couldn't answer.

Jiang Yiming ignored him, walked out of the room, and went straight to Ke Tingrong. Behind him, Ke Yuheng hurriedly got off the bed and followed him closely.

"Hey, why are there so many extra stones on this wall?" When Ke Yuheng walked by the wall, he noticed a row of stones on the wall that Jiang Yiming shot into. The distance between each stone seemed to be the same. It is equidistant, which seems random, but upon closer inspection, it seems that there are rules to follow.

Jiang Yiming replied casually after hearing the words: "Well, it's just breaking the game."

"What kind of game is broken? Then these stones are... what are they called stones?" Ke Yuheng seemed a little interested, and he picked around the stones with his fingers, as if he wanted to pick out the small stones.

He thought about it, listening to the man in front of him, this stone seemed to be useful, he wanted to pick one out of it and put it next to his body, thinking that it could be used as a jade pendant to ward off evil spirits.

Jiang Yiming had a panoramic view of his little movements, he chuckled, amused, and smilingly bent his beautiful caramel-colored eyes, looked at the man and said: "It's your lost soul that was broken, as for the stone? It was randomly picked up from the garden of your villa, and it should belong to your Ke family, so you can call it whatever you like."

"The important thing is not the stone, but the person who put the stone." Young Master Jiang raised his chin slightly, with a proud expression on his face.

Treat a few broken stones as treasures?So what is he, a real person?

It must be regarded as a rare treasure, the kind that is unparalleled in the world.

Ke Yuheng listened, put down his hand that was still quietly digging at the wall, and then looked at Jiang Yiming with a different look, eager to walk next to Young Master Jiang: "You said that my lost soul game was broken. What do you mean? Then you know what happened to me tonight? Can you help me finish this?"

"Tsk." Jiang Yiming was annoyed by the question, so he glanced at him and got angry, he just didn't want to answer a single question.

Ke Yuheng still didn't know about Jiang Yiming's temper. Seeing that he didn't answer, he thought it was because he didn't understand the question, so he changed his words and asked Jiang Yiming behind him.

Jiang Yiming pretended not to hear, and walked straight to Ke Tingrong's side, his eyes swept over the broken doll that was thrown on the ground, he picked it up, took a look, and said softly, "Why did you turn your head 180 degrees? Are you here to scare people?"

As he spoke, he straightened it out casually. The meaning in his words seemed to be casually chatting with that doll. Ke Tingrong, Ke Yuheng and his son listened to it with trepidation in their hearts.

I heard the creaking sound of the puppet's head and neck, as if it was very difficult to be broken by Jiang Yiming.

Ke Tingrong and Bao Qiwen both watched Young Master Jiang's violent straightening. Bao Qiwen swallowed twice and reminded, "Didn't you see the blood on this baby's face?"

"I see. Tsk, I don't wipe it off." Jiang Yiming said, took out a napkin with him, and wiped the doll's face. The blood was not wiped off, but it was slapped all over the face. The blood, it looks more oozing.

Ke Yuheng trembled, for some reason, he always felt that Jiang Yiming seemed to have moved the doll closer to him.

Looking at the blood on the doll's face, it seemed to faintly overlap with some scenes in his nightmare.

He shivered all over, subconsciously dodged.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and let out a silent snort.

Ke Yuheng belatedly discovered that the doll had his birth date attached to it and had been pierced by eighteen steel nails, he couldn't help but shuddered, and shouted: "What is this? How could there be such a thing at home?!"

"Are you asking about this doll?" Jiang Yiming raised the doll and shook it twice.

Ke Tingrong looked at the doll, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion. He felt that the doll was in the hands of Young Master Jiang, and it seemed that it was not as arrogant and chilling as before. Those black bead eyes were gone. The kind of aura that is very human.

Now it's like a real rag doll, being held in someone's hand and being slaughtered.

"This thing, some people call it a witchcraft doll, and some people call it an Ibrahimovic boy, it's all the same thing."

Ibrahimovic comes from the transliteration of a certain ethnic minority, and Ibris means ghost, so the child ghost is called Ibrahimovic.

"The horoscope of birth date affixed to the doll means that it is the living person corresponding to the horoscope of birth date. Eighteen steel nails imply the eighteen levels of hell. The steel nails seal the soul, implying that it will never escape." Jiang Yiming explained .

Ke Yuheng's previous situation was because his soul was imprisoned, so he was muddled, and was taken advantage of by other things, so he did something that he didn't even remember.

"What?!" Ke Yuheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "Who did it?! Why did you hurt me like this!"

Jiang Yiming looked at him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked back: "Why did you do this, you don't have any idea?"

Ke Yuheng was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"What have you done, how did you attract these things, who wants to harm you, don't you know?" Jiang Yiming asked, pointing to the doll in his hand.

It would be strange if Jiang Yiming ignored the clear birth date above.

With the birth date, all the absurd things Ke Yuheng has done are in Jiang Yiming's palm.

He sneered and asked Ke Yuheng, "How long have you and Tang Guo been together?"

"Why did you mention this all of a sudden?" Ke Yuheng frowned, and subconsciously glanced at his father. Ke Tingrong has always opposed him getting together with small entertainers in the entertainment circle, but the young entertainers in the [-]th line of the entertainment circle are very beautiful And sweet, how could he resist this temptation?

"Answer what I ask you!" Ke Tingrong scolded.

"...It's been four months." Ke Yuheng replied reluctantly.

"Four months, almost." Jiang Yiming murmured and nodded slightly.

"What's the same?" Ke Yuheng wondered, "What charades are you talking about? Can't you explain it more clearly?"

"Four or five months ago, you saw blood in your life. You must have been involved in some life lawsuit?" Jiang Yiming asked him.

Ke Yuheng's complexion changed, and he immediately replied: "Don't spout blood! You are spreading rumors and slandering people! I can call the police!"

"Ke Yuheng!" Ke Tingrong immediately lowered his face, and called out to his youngest son in a cold voice. He turned to look at Jiang Yiming, and asked with an ugly expression, "Why does Young Master Jiang say that?"

Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes and grinned: "Let me count."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ke Yuheng was still so nervous that his face turned pale, but he immediately calmed down when he heard such nonsense, and arrogantly pushed his nose to his face, pointing his finger at Jiang Yiming, "Give me evidence if you have the ability !"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Sheng took a step forward with a cold face, took Ke Yuheng's finger that was pointing directly at Jiang Yiming's eyes, folded it back fiercely, and listened to Ke Yuheng's "hey yo yo" The screams of screaming were indifferent.

"If your father never taught you etiquette, let me teach you." Zhong Sheng said coldly.

Seeing this, Ke Tingrong wanted to take care of it but couldn't. After all, the current situation of the Ke family is still counting on Jiang Yiming.

"Speaking so confidently, is it because you feel that you have kept everything a secret?" Jiang Yiming looked at Ke Yuheng with a smile, and asked back.

Ke Yuheng was in so much pain that he didn't have time to talk to him.

"But there is a saying, have you heard it?" Little Young Master Jiang shook his head, looked at Ke Yuheng, and smiled softly, "The sky net is well-established, and it is not missing."

"You want evidence, and I will give you evidence later." Jiang Yiming said, "But now, don't you want to know who harmed you? You still can't guess such an obvious answer?"

Ke Tingrong's expression changed.

"Tang Guo?"

Bao Qiwen thought to himself, it's impossible, the young master said just outside the villa that he made a wrong judgment, and this matter has nothing to do with Tang Guo.

"Ah."

Bao Qiwen:?

Jiang Yiming noticed Bao Qiwen's expression. He looked over and raised his eyebrows: Withdrawing the foreword, it is impossible for this young master to make a mistake in judgment.