Come out of the room.
Shen Jian was thinking about something.
According to the reward of 10% shares for conquering a ghost, if he wants to fully own the supernatural copy of Sweet Home, he needs to conquer 10 ghosts to reach 100 points of favor.
One for the ghost mother-in-law, one for Xu Xiaolan, one for the wife, and one for the sister-in-law? That sister-in-law?
It’s all worth it, so these are only 5.
We are still halfway to the goal of 10.
Shen Jian was thoughtful.
It seems that we need to continue to broaden our horizons.
So far, only my mother-in-law has reached 100 points of favorability.
While thinking.
Shen Jian has arrived at the floor where the spiritualist is.
In the aisle, the smell of sesame oil and paper money was very strong.
There were two bowls of rice placed at the door, with two quills sticking straight out of them.
Like making an offering.
There was also a faint voice of a woman nagging from inside the door.
"The soul is back~"
Shen Jian thought for a while, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.
The sound inside the door suddenly stopped.
After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged young woman with huge breasts stood there. Her figure was even thinner, but it did not affect the splendor of other places.
Maybe, this is talent.
In addition, there was a faint sight of a pile of unburned paper money.
"Who are you?"
The spiritualist wondered.
"It's like this. I heard that you are here to summon spirits. Today happens to be my seventh day. What do you think of me?"
The Spiritualist:? ? ?
I'm fucking spiritualizing, not recruiting.
"lady?"
Shen Jian waved his hand in front of the dull woman.
"Don't be stunned. Weren't you just summoning spirits? Congratulations, you summoned the golden legend and summoned me here."
The Spiritualist:…
The woman was a little confused.
On the one hand, she was indeed summoning souls just now, but every time she summoned souls, she could only vaguely feel the existence of souls, but never saw them.
Therefore, she can be sure that her husband and son are still here.
She believed that as long as she persisted in summoning souls day after day, she would be able to bring back the souls of her family members one day.
But this time.
She really lived a long time.
The evil spirit she summoned actually knocked on the door and asked her very politely if she could do it. This gave the spirit spirit the illusion that he was recruiting.
The other party came to apply for a job.
a long time.
The spiritualist reacted.
This fellow creature was playing tricks on her.
However, the spirit ghost did not choose to expose it, but said enthusiastically: "Yes, I am the one who summoned you. Come in."
Sweet Home has rules, no hands on.
Unless the other party has used supernatural power, then they have the authority to fight back.
or……
Lure the ghost into your residence.
Here, even if a member of the same species disappears, no one will notice.
The husband who was recalled had a broken soul and couldn't eat without being fed. Now that a similar creature came in that didn't know whether to live or die, her husband could finally have a full meal.
She was very enthusiastic.
"good."
Shen Jian nodded and walked in.
and locked the door.
The Spiritualist:?
Why did you lock the door?
Do you know that my husband is hungry and can’t wait to be his food?
I’ve seen people giving away people’s heads, but I’ve never seen people do it so proactively.
A dark smile flashed on the spiritualist's face.
The chest is turbulent.
Inside the house, the light is dim.
There was a pile of burned incense ashes and half a bowl of sesame oil. Cotton wool was used as a wick inside, and a faint light was lit.
To summon spirits, do you still need to use these?
Shen Jian was thoughtful.
Pointing to a locked door, he asked: "Madam, I heard that your husband has come back. Why don't you let me meet him? I was also summoned by you. Maybe I even knew you during that time. Where is the husband?"
The spiritualist was silent: "He is a little sick."
After listening.
Shen Jian's eyes brightened even more.
"That's great...Oh no, what a pity, but can I go and have a look? I am a professional doctor who is best at diagnosing and treating various difficult and complicated diseases. My best record is that I saved a whole building at once The evil ghost of the manor."
The woman was stunned.
How much medical skill does it take to diagnose and treat a manor's evil ghosts at once?
Maybe her husband really can be saved.
When I thought of this, the woman immediately hugged Shen Jian, and I felt pity and said, "Please doctor, please save my husband."
"It's okay to take action." Shen Jian paused, a little embarrassed: "But the cost of diagnosis and treatment..."
"Doctor, I have nothing left. If you like the things in your room, just take them away. I just hope you can save my husband, doctor."
The woman has tears in her eyes.
"Isn't it obvious what I'm looking at?"
Shen Jian looked at the spiritist's magnificent mind and said with a smile.
The Spiritualist:…
She was stunned.
I thought it was a sheep among wolves, but I didn't expect that she was the sheep.
But the other party threatened her with this, and she had no choice but to give in.
"Doctor, as long as you can save my husband, I, I am willing."
The woman said, pulling open her clothes, revealing a large area of white snow.
Well, he was still as pale as he had been after he had been dead for three days and three nights.
As a gentleman.
Shen Jian quickly stopped him.
"Ma'am, don't do this."
"I'm not who you think I am."
The more Shen Jian tried to stop him, the more confused he became, and finally he had two more pieces of underwear in his hand.
The Spiritualist Vacuum goes into battle.
He looked at Shen Jian with resentment on his face.
gentleman?
Nonsence.
…
Crunch.
The bedroom door was pushed open.
An ordinary middle-aged man was sitting in the corner in despair, covering his head with his hands, as if thinking about something.
On the walls of the room, there are all kinds of strange words everywhere, which look like ghost drawings, but they seem to hide certain rules.
Seeing her husband's appearance, the woman also became sad.
Sobbed: "From the moment I recalled his soul, he became like this. He suffered from very severe amnesia. Even I can't remember it. I suspect this is because the soul I recalled was incomplete. s reason."
Shen Jian nodded.
No wonder women are still summoning spirits, it turns out to be this reason.
It seems to be another castrated version of The Conjuring.
It's the same as the evil ghost tattoo.
After thinking about it, Shen Jian walked over and patted the other party on the shoulder.
"I am the doctor who treats you."
The amnesiac ghost turned around and glanced: "Where is this?"
Shen Jian:......
"You are at your home now. Don't you remember your wife?"
"Yeah?"
The amnesiac ghost glanced at the woman with a worried look. There seemed to be fragments flashing across his eyes for a moment, but he was still confused and said: "I don't remember, and I can't remember anything."
Shen Jian shook his head, "In other words, you have no memory of yourself now?"
The amnesiac ghost nodded numbly: "Yes, I can't remember anything, my mind is blank."
As he spoke, the amnesiac ghost buried his head in the corner.
"How's it going? Doctor, is there any help?"
The spirit ghost said eagerly as if he had grasped the last straw.
"It's a bit complicated. I haven't seen your soul-calling supernatural power before. It's difficult to judge the specific situation. I'll learn more about it."
Shen Jian frowned.
He patted the other party on the shoulder: "Do you really not remember anything? Don't you have any scattered memories in your mind?"
The reason why it is so troublesome.
Naturally, Shen Jian also wanted to know the answer.
He wanted to know where the source was.
The news that dead ghosts can be reborn by recalling their souls is too shocking.
If the spiritual ghost hadn't pulled his crotch on his own, the upper limit of this supernatural power would actually be very large.
Especially suitable for controlling evil ghosts.
Not only can you perform unlimited soul summoning rituals, but you can also recover all the summoned ghosts.
It only takes a period of dormancy for the Ghost King's secrets to emerge.
This was also Shen Jian's original thought.
Now, the idea is dead.
As long as the evil spirit pulls the crotch enough, the supernatural ability will be reduced to a dog.
The amnesia ghost in front of me is the best explanation.
The amnesiac ghost slowly raised his head, his expression numb: "Where is this? Who are you?"
Shen Jian:? ? ?
no.
Are you forgetting this?
The memory of a fish is only seven seconds, right? You just turned around and forgot?
"I am the doctor who is treating you. You are at home. This is your wife. Also, this is the second time I have introduced the situation."
"Yeah?"
The amnesiac ghost still had that numb look on his face, "Why don't I remember?"
Shen Jian:......
Seeing that the other party was about to turn around again, Shen Jian stretched out his hand to stop the other party: "Don't rush to spit bubbles, come and chat with me for a while."
"OK."
The amnesiac ghost nodded, and then fell into confusion again: "But can I ask first who you are?"
Shen Jian:?
As the saying goes.
Where there is one, there are two, and there are three.
When the other party encountered this situation for the third time, Shen Jian gave up the idea of negotiation.
But suddenly.
A bold idea came into his mind.
The symptoms of this amnesiac ghost are not caused by triggers, but because his own memory cannot be stored. Once the brain capacity is exceeded, the memory will overflow.
In other words, no matter what he does next in this room, the amnesiac ghost will eventually forget it.
Shen Jian turned his gaze to the surging figure of the spiritualist.
"come here."
Shen Jian waved.
The spiritualist came to Shen Jian with doubts.
"Remember, everything that follows is part of the treatment. I need to use some special methods to stimulate his spirit and let him awaken his memories of you."
Shen Jian pointed...
The voice was low and said:
"Come on, try it first."
