The sound was so loud that my eardrums stung.
My body froze before I realized that the cold things in my hands were rimless glasses.
The natural and smooth movement I made earlier was to put on my glasses...
Staring at his glasses, the chill in his heart became even worse.
Counting the fact that I woke up only after dark that day, this was the second time that I was silently guided and controlled by the glasses...
"Let's deal with this ghost. Let's go see Uncle Huang as soon as possible."
Tsubaki Ying's face also showed uneasiness.
I took out another talisman from my pocket and covered it directly on the lens.
That's all, he squeezed the wound on his index finger again and drew a bloody streak across it!
The blood-stained index finger can only be sensed if it touches the object directly. These glasses are not the object. I can use the blood with the talisman to suppress it!
But something strange happened. When my finger reached the end of the symbol, my elbow suddenly trembled, as if it was pushed by something invisible, and my fingertips pressed against the edge of the frame.
My instinctive reaction was to retract my fingers as if I was electrocuted, and to throw the glasses out with my other hand.
A stinging sensation came over me, like a row of steel needles pricking my index finger.
Then came the cold feeling again, starting from my index finger. It felt like my body was not mine, it was like I was out of control!
"Luo Xianshen!"
Chao Ying approached me in panic, her face kept swaying and enlarging in my eyes.
My body trembled again.
The face in his eyes was still enlarged, shaking slightly.
However, it was not Tsubaki Ying, but a clean old man's face. He was almost glued to the mirror and kept observing his eyes.
There was a slight clicking sound as his fingertips tapped on the glass.
His demeanor and expression were extremely patient.
The next moment, a smile appeared on his face and expanded instantly.
"I saw you!" The old excited voice was still kind, but became extremely harsh.
Immediately, he dug his fingertips into his eyes!
A slight popping sound came, and I suddenly felt a tearing pain in my consciousness, as if something had been separated.
I bit the tip of my tongue fiercely, and the sharp pain superimposed at the same time made me wake up with a groan.
What I saw before me was Tsubaki Ying. Her hand pressed down on my philtrum in panic, and she pinched it hard.
My hands were empty, and the pair of glasses was no longer in my hands.
Instinctively, I grabbed Tsubaki Ying's wrist.
Chuying groaned in pain, my hand trembled, and I quickly let go.
"No...I'm fine..." I covered my right eye and said hoarsely.
The look in Chuying's eyes that looked at me was completely uneasy and worried.
After breathing heavily for a few seconds, I let go of the hand covering my eyes. The vision in my right eye was a little blurry, but it soon returned to normal.
I still feel empty, like something has been ripped off my body.
However, my whole body was in good condition and I was not injured.
"It's so weird... You seem to have sensed it, but the thing you're inhabiting is obviously just the dead man's clothes, and the glasses too?"
Tsubaki Ying's voice was full of uneasiness.
I turned my head and stared at the wooden table.
The clothes of the deceased were piled in the middle of the table, and the glasses were on the corner of the table.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
"I don't know... Logically speaking, there is one ghost and one body, how can there be two... This is obviously Zhao Kang's body..." I answered hoarsely.
Chuying didn't say a word, her eyes were also blank.
The talisman paper on the glasses became curled, which was caused by the erosion of Yin Qi and resentment, making it useless.
I suddenly thought of something, turned around and hurried towards the east room.
Entering the house, I picked up the suit bag on the ground. I returned to the main room and avoided touching the dead man's clothes with my index finger. I stuffed the clothes inside and put them away. After a moment's hesitation, I took out a roll of cinnabar rope and tied the glasses into A rice dumpling.
"Is this...useful?" Chuying asked still unnaturally.
"This is how clothes are dressed in vintage stores. If there's going to be a problem, it will be the boss first."
"Glasses should not be placed together, otherwise the two objects may catalyze some unknown changes."
"Take a step and take a look."
I was silent for a moment and shook my head in reply.
This thing is indeed beyond the scope of what I can handle.
"I'll take this." Tsubaki quickly took away the glasses wrapped in rice dumplings and put them in his pocket.
I didn't immediately lift up my suit bag, but took out the chamber pot from the pit.
After thinking for a moment, I pasted three more talismans on them, and with the blood on my index finger, I quickly drew them three times.
A puff of blackened smoke rose from the chamber pot.
Pulling out the mourning stick, I then threaded a copper coin through the rope, wrapped it around the mouth of the chamber pot, and then wrapped it back and forth a few times.
Biting the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood sprayed out. The cinnabar rope gradually sucked down the tiny blood drops, and the copper coins were covered with a faint bloody light.
This is the soul-locking method in the hag technique. Unless the caster dies or is seriously injured and is on the verge of death, it will be difficult for the locked ghosts to condense out again.
Even if he can come out one day, he will lose consciousness and become a wandering spirit because of too many collapses.
"Bury it at the City God's Temple?" Chu Ying suggested softly.
"Okay." I nodded.
Originally, I came back to Tang's house to explain some things to Chu Ying and Tang Quan, and then I had to get down to business.
But what happened to the dead man's clothes, this back and forth took a lot of time, and Tang Quan was still unconscious at this time.
Moreover, this dead man's clothing is too weird, and the matter cannot be delayed.
After going through the thoughts in my mind, I left a message on Tang Quan's phone, roughly explaining my current plans. When the time comes, I will let him leave Jin Yang, and I will ask Cha Ying to pick him up.
Then, while I explained this to Chuying, I walked out of the Tang family's old house with her.
After getting in the car, she drove straight towards the suburbs.
Even if Tang Quan has never met Chu Ying, I have already explained everything and nothing will go wrong by then.
Even worse, there is Tang Qianqian.
She still came out at the critical moment and told me a lot of information. If necessary, she would also come out to explain.
The car quickly drove out of the urban village.
The night was dark, and the cold wind kept pouring in through the cracks in the car windows.
Normally, I'm not afraid of the cold, but now I can't help but shiver.
"You seem a little weak." She was driving the car seriously, but she suddenly whispered.
"I used too much Yang Sha blood." I spat out a thick breath.
"Oh...that's good." Chuying nodded.
I frowned slightly and glanced at Tsubaki Ying.
When I turned back, I happened to look in the rearview mirror.
It was clear that the night road kept receding in the mirror, but I didn't know why, but I saw a square passage, dark and deep, and it kept getting closer, as if it was close to my eyes.
Pat pat pat, I seemed to hear the sound of rapid footsteps and the pounding of my heart.
With a jolt, I shook my head and my vision returned to normal.
In the rearview mirror, it is a normal night road.
All I could hear in my ears was the howling of the wind, but no footsteps or heartbeat.
