Have you ever swum? I thought you'd tell me you swam. Then you should still remember the wave-like posture of the feet swinging back and forth under the water. It’s not too much to say that when the ghost’s hand stretched out and shook like this, it was almost the same as that action, except that it changed from feet to hands.
Not only that, her hands felt very soft, so this movement was more like dancing. And her palms were facing down, and every time she shook her wrists, her wrists dropped softly, as if she was waving to me, asking me to come over. But the fast swinging posture, coupled with the scary and weird smile on his face, made me feel that this ghost seemed to be full of excitement at this moment. The reason for the excitement was probably that he was about to kill me.
My hands were weak, my legs were sore and numb, my body couldn't move, I couldn't hide and hit, and I couldn't hit. This helpless feeling left me with nothing to do. I was so anxious that I almost had the urge to cry. If you want to ask me when I was the most vulnerable in my life, then this moment should be considered as the place where the fish and meat on the chopping board are ready to be slaughtered. This probably describes my situation at this moment. I began to feel a little desperate, so I loudly said to Master through the door, Master, there is an envelope under the small bamboo basket that I left at Aunt Xu’s house. I hid some food stamps and money in the envelope. Remember to take it. Go use it...
The reason why I say this is entirely because I feel that my life may be lost here today. But the ghost didn't seem to think so. With its power, it could easily make me curl my hair, but it seemed like it hadn't had enough fun yet and suddenly let go of its control over the bed. The long stalemate and sudden relaxation made me collapse on the ground. I leaned against the wall and fell into the gap between the bed and the door. I struggled to stand up, but found that my feet were already weak. There was no effort at all. So I reached out to grab the iron railing beside the bed, and then I realized that my hands were shaking badly. Chairman Mao once said that to defeat the enemy, we must first destroy their will. I think my willpower at this moment has been completely destroyed by this ghost.
Just as I was grabbing the edge of the bed, my feet were suddenly tightly grasped by a force, just like the force that had just dragged me into Ward 209. While grabbing me, it also began to pull hard. My hands were already weak, so they were suddenly pulled away. I passed under the bed, bumped from one side of the door to the side of the wall, and then from one side of the wall to the side of the cabinet. one side. I was barely awake for a second during the whole process. Every violent impact caused my eyes to suddenly flash white, followed by a suffocating feeling that I couldn't breathe.
Fortunately, I held my head with both hands throughout the whole process, so my head did not hit these things directly. Otherwise, even if Master finally dealt with this ghost, he would have to perform a salvation ritual for me again. Like a rubber ball, I was dragged and hit on the floor in the ward four or five times. The force holding my feet suddenly disappeared, leaving me curled up on the ground, trying hard to adjust the impact and almost suffocating it. Breath of death.
The continuous impact has caused a dizzy feeling in my brain, and my ears are buzzing. Master's shouts outside the door sound to my ears as if they are coming from under the water. , dull, suddenly, I felt nauseated and nauseated, and I lay on the ground and vomited.
At this time, it started to rain outside the window, not only rain, but also lightning and thunder. The wind blew the curtains on the window of the room, making a roaring sound. After vomiting, tears secreted from my eyes, which suddenly made me see more clearly. With lightning and thunder, I saw a man in a hospital gown squatting in the corner on the side of the door, facing the wall.
This scene seemed to be the scene that Dr. Huang was talking about before, but it was changed from the corridor to the room. It squatted there motionless, its shoulders twitching slightly and rhythmically. It looked like it was crying, but the cry sounded particularly happy.
I tried to calm down my breathing, but found that there was pain everywhere in my body. Even near the temple of my head, there was a swelling that seemed to explode from the inside out. Drowsily, I slowly stood up on my legs. At this moment, I already know that there is no way for me to get out of this room except jumping off the building. Maybe this ghost will force me to jump off the building. In this case, I might as well fight with you like this. After standing up, I squeezed Zi Wei Tao and Lei Jue again, limped and slowly walked towards the squatting ghost.
Master kept banging on the door outside, shouting not to go there and to protect himself, but I couldn't listen at all. Now it's no longer a matter of sending this ghost away. This guy has made me so embarrassed. I If I don't give it a few hard chops before I die, I'm afraid it will become my obsession, and I will probably turn into a vengeful ghost after I die.
But as I got closer and closer, the ghost showed no intention of hiding. Obviously, it knows that I am approaching. Although its power is much greater than mine, if I use Ziwei Tao and Lei Jue together, although it cannot kill it, it is enough to make it hurt for a while. Then it doesn't dodge, either it's stupid, or it doesn't take me seriously at all.
I guess it was the second type at that time. Seeing that I was only one step away from it, I raised my hands high and used all my strength to put my palms down, intending to strike them out together. At this moment, the ghost suddenly turned around and stared up at me. There was still a whimpering sound coming from his mouth, but his expression was still the weird and sinister smile I saw before. It looked directly into my eyes, and I quickly turned my eyes away, deliberately not to look at it. Because if my eyes were changed by a ghost, then I would be in trouble. But when I was distracted, I couldn't move my hands at all.
My hands that were originally raised high now looked more like someone had tied my hands and hung me up. I exerted my strength under my feet, but fell to my knees with a plop. After kneeling on the ground, I was about the same height as the squatting ghost. . Even though my eyes were looking elsewhere, I couldn't help but remember the grimace so close to me. Then, it stretched out its hands and grabbed my chest. It wasn't actually a grab, because I didn't feel the grab. When I lowered my head, I saw that its hands had already stretched flatly into my chest, as if they had passed through my body. In an instant, I just I felt a cold and biting feeling coming from the center of my chest, and this feeling radiated very quickly and spread throughout my body.
I started to have difficulty breathing because the point where it penetrated my chest was my Tanzhong point, which is one of the places I need protection the most. So I no longer cared about the taboo of ghosts changing eyes, and just stared at its face. I clearly felt that my air output was greater than my air intake. Soon, I felt as if I was drowning. I bulged my eyes and started to open my mouth wide, trying to take in more air. I was so desperate that I could not die. At this moment, this ghost He actually began to repeat the wave-like gesture of swimming with his hands.
This time, I no longer felt cold, but a sharp pain. I have never felt pain like this in over twenty years. This feeling was as if someone had inserted a blender into my stomach and turned on the switch. I couldn't bear the pain, so I started screaming in pain, but before I could finish my scream, I felt a sweet sensation in my throat. , and then my voice turned into a choking sound.
I know that is not water, that is my blood. I have never felt that ghosts can use their own power to cause obvious trauma to people. In most cases, if a person dies in the hands of a ghost, the ghost will control his mind, thus creating a feeling that he is being hurt. the illusion. I have experienced this kind of feeling in my previous work, so I know that as long as I remind myself that all this is caused by the influence of ghosts, I will be able to break free soon, but this time I can't, no matter what No matter how I remind myself, this severe pain that is not far away from death seems so concrete.
I'm not willing to accept it. I've never done anything harmful or bad. Why should I become the person who died at the hands of this evil spirit? The anger and despair in my heart made my anger swell to the extreme. I couldn't care about the severe pain in my chest or the blood spurting out of my mouth. I spat at the ghost's disgusting face and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood. Spit in its face.
Originally this was just my last ditch effort, and this method was indeed indecent. I was just like the little bully who used to bully Di Baotian when I was young, but every time I saved Di Baotian, he couldn't treat him one-on-one. , I couldn't beat him, and I couldn't afford to lose, so I could only spit to vent my anger. I think I probably felt the same way when I spat it out. Because the ghost was so close to my face, less than two inches away, it had no time to dodge the spittle, and spit it firmly on its face, passing through it.
Who knew, this move actually had a miraculous effect. Its expression changed from the initial smile to one of horror in an instant. Then I suddenly remembered that Master once told me that spitting is an act of disdain and humiliation. When facing a ghost, if you spit at the other party, it means that you do not approve of what it has done and that you have stated your position. manner. When you have an attitude, you will be more confident, and at the same time, the other party will become weaker accordingly. So after that sip of saliva, the feeling of being hung up on my hand suddenly disappeared, and the ghost's hand also retracted from my chest. While screaming as if being scalded by boiling water, it began to move crazily on my face. As it wiped the ground, its hand retracted, and the pain in my chest suddenly disappeared. At this moment, I suddenly became sober.
Although my hand was still hurting, I didn't think much about it. While it was still smearing my face, I concentrated and tried my best to close my left and right hands together like a funny clap. With a snap, I hit the left and right hands at the same time. On this ghost's head.
