At the same time, I found an old man in black squatting across from me.
This old man has a monkey face, a broad forehead, and flat cheeks. He burns paper just like me.
Suddenly, he raised his head and smiled at me.
The orange firelight reflected on his bark-like face, making him look a little more ferocious.
However, in the blink of an eye, the ghost baby hanging on the tree disappeared!
The old man with a monkey face squatted silently opposite me, burning the paper somewhat mechanically.
For a moment, the only sound in the huge intersection was the sound of burning paper.
"I'm here."
The child's voice sounded behind me again. I looked around and saw no one at all.
However, when I lowered my head, a hand, not much bigger than a chicken paw, was hanging on my shoulder.
He's on my back!
I rolled to the ground, and the ghost baby immediately jumped up and landed in front of me.
We were only a few steps apart, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning paper invaded my nostrils.
"You want to get rid of me?"
As soon as he spoke, the blue-grey skin quickly turned red, and maroon blood seeped out along the sesame-sized pores. The folds of the skin were like pools of water, with blood seeping out and then accumulating inside.
Although his appearance made me shudder, I knew that now was not the time to be afraid.
I swallowed and pretended to be calm and asked: "Now that it's out, let's speak clearly!"
"What on earth do you want to do?"
The ghost baby half lowered his head and looked at me slyly: "You raised me, and you ask me what I want to do?"
"Are you afraid you will regret it?"
"Wait a minute!"
I quickly jumped in front and asked, "Did *** admit the wrong person?"
"Hey hey hey"
There was another frightening laugh, but this time it was not coming from the ghost baby.
I looked back and saw that the monkey-faced old man was squatting behind me, still burning paper.
A childish girl's voice actually came out of the old man's mouth: "If you lie to me, I'm afraid the sky will strike me with thunder."
While talking, the wind suddenly started blowing again.
He moved behind me, which was definitely not a good sign. If a fight started, it would be a double attack from both front and back.
I began to move towards the wall calmly, making sure my back was safe first, before doing anything else.
In this way, one person and two ghosts formed a three-legged situation.
"I don't know why you insist on pestering me, but I am very responsible to tell you that I have never promised you anything, let alone any regrets!"
Guiying took a few steps forward unhurriedly: "So, you just don't admit it?"
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, the ghost baby rushed to me, hugged my thigh, and opened its mouth to bite.
This thing is not big in stature, but not small in strength.
I wanted to pull it out for him, but it felt like he was welded to my leg.
"Hold!"
I exerted all my strength and pushed forward. The moment I broke away from him, I pulled a branch from the willow tree next to me.
At this time, he staggered forward again. I increased the speed of my hands, turned over the flowers with both hands, and twisted the willow branches into a wreath.
The moment he pressed against my chest, I reached forward with both hands and put the wreath directly around his neck.
I took this opportunity to control his neck with one hand and whipped hard with the wicker in the other.
The wicker was like a tight spell, controlling it so that it couldn't move at all, but he was not the least bit ferocious, and he almost bit me with his sharp teeth.
Only then did I see clearly that his mouth full of teeth looked like centipede legs, thin, pointed, and densely packed.
"Hula la."
At this time, a large group of black butterflies appeared out of nowhere and flew over my head.
There are butterflies in summer, which is nothing unusual.
The problem is, this group of butterflies covered the sky and the sun, completely covering the few street lights above my head.
Butterflies descended one after another and landed on the ghost baby.
This thing was originally very eye-catching, but now the black butterfly is like a huge cloak, covering it directly, making my scalp numb...
