What a strange dream. Fu Bao washed his face to clear his mind. This was the first time he dreamed of his father after receiving the news that his father was dead. What does this dream mean?
Does it mean that dad is indeed dead?
Fu Bao couldn't sleep anymore, so he turned on the computer, trying to find some data on how to deal with ghosts, and help himself. He saw that the guardian of the big cat clan had already given a reply on the supernatural forum, but the answer from the guardian of the big cat clan only had two simple words. ——
"Run away."
"Escape to where?"
Fu Bao asked another question, but did not expect the other party to reply. "The sacred mountain of the big cat tribe."
The guardian of the big cat clan answered immediately.
Fu Bao looked at the weather outside. It was probably early in the morning. This guy was still there. He must be a homebody.
"Can the Holy Mountain kill servant ghosts?"
Fu Bao asked. "No, but you can send the devil back to the devil world. Don't you want to do something good before you die?"
"I..." Fu Bao couldn't help but cursed again, what was this guy thinking. "I'm asking you if you have any way to deal with the servant ghost. What do you think of my life? Do you understand?"
Fu Bao typed on the keyboard. "...just a little bit."
"Now that you know, tell me quickly!"
Fu Bao urged.
"Servant ghosts are humans who have eaten human flesh, so they have lost their sense of autonomy and become servants of evil spirits. As long as they spit out the human flesh, they will regain their freedom..." The guardian of the big cat tribe finally gave something that seemed concrete. suggestions.
"Is it that simple? Don't you have any other Taomu Sword, Bagua, or innate Tai Chi skills that you can lend me?"
Fu Bao felt that this method was unreliable. "Who do you think I am?"
The other party was angry. "Okay then, bye."
Fu Bao entered text. "Wait a minute, when will you come to the Holy Mountain of the Great Meow Tribe?"
The other party is in hot pursuit. "In a dream."
Fu Bao answered perfunctorily.
Ignoring the very angry guardian of the big cat clan, he logged out and began to think about a problem.
Assuming that his mental state is normal, the situation he may face is that he will be chased or kidnapped by two servant ghosts.
The solution is to let the servant ghost spit out the eaten human flesh, but after such a long time, it should have been digested long ago, right?
If it were all his persecution delusion, no servant ghost would come to harm him at all...
boom.
Bang bang.
Someone was knocking on the door. The sudden knock on the door made Fu Bao feel frightened all over. It was early in the morning. Except for the police, terrorists and ghosts, no one would knock on the door at this time, right?
And there were two knocks on the door with different strength...
Fu Bao was so nervous that he swallowed hard and moved step by step to the door. The closer he got, the more painful his head became. It was the severe pain he would feel when he bumped into the beautiful mother next door.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The knock on the door suddenly became louder as Fu Bao approached. The entire security door shook due to the huge impact, and even a fist mark appeared. Of course, Fu Bao would not be stupid enough to open the door. He hurriedly pushed a table over to block it. The door is about to be broken.
Fu Bao tried to see what was outside through the peephole, but the moment he approached the door, the security door made a loud noise, and the entire door seemed to have fallen off.
Fu Bao's head felt terrible pain. He squatted on the ground holding his head, feeling like he was about to collapse.
The knocking on the door lasted for a full ten minutes. During the entire process, Fu Bao continued to suffer from severe headaches.
The knocking on the door finally stopped, and Fu Bao thought it was over, but his headache did not ease. Suddenly, another abnormal sound appeared - crackle!
The window closest to Fu Bao was suddenly broken, and a hand reached out from the window, scratching around to unlock the window.
"Depend on!"
Fu Bao was stunned. He roared, picked up the bat and hit the hand hard. After a few strikes, the hand retracted.
Fu Bao gasped loudly, what's going on?
It used to be threats, but now he finally comes to the door in person?
The guy outside was quiet for a while, and then began to look for a breakthrough again. Fu Bao kept hearing the sound of breaking from the window. While feeling sorry for his wallet, he unceremoniously knocked the hand away with a bat.
Half an hour later, Fu Bao was so tired that he almost vomited blood. He lay weakly on the sofa and gasped for air. At this time, he heard a non-stop voice, "Brother, are you very tired?"
Just as Fu Bao was about to nod, he realized something was wrong. He sat up suddenly and looked at the little boy standing quietly not far away. "How did you get in!"
Fu Bao picked up the bat and pointed at Xiaojie nervously. "Grrrrrrrr."
Xiaojie didn't answer, but just laughed horribly, but there was no smiling expression on his face. Only his mouth was open like a puppet, and his wide-open eyes were blood red, like a cursed puppet.
Fu Bao remembered the data he had found on the Internet. If you eat human flesh, your eyes will turn blood red. This is a sign of being abandoned by the gods.
The sudden appearance of the little boy made Fu Bao look at the door. At some point, the barrier at the door had been blown away, and the security door opened crookedly. In other words, not only Xiaojie, but also his father Maybe already inside the house? !
Thinking of this, Fu Bao became even more nervous. He waved the bat, pointed at Xiaojie and said, "You, don't come over, or I'll blow your head off."
"Brother, you are so scary."
Xiaojie's blood-red eyes were gloomy, and his laughter was heartbreaking. "Obviously you are the scarier one!"
Fu Bao couldn't help but complain, even though it was such a tense moment. "What on earth do you want to do?"
He asked fearfully, taking out the black doll that had appeared at some point from his pocket, "If you want this, just tell me and give it to you. Why do you want to create so many things? Killing a little girl is too much." ”
Seeing the black doll, Xiaojie showed an expression of extreme longing, like a hungry wolf seeing food. His blood-red eyes glowed strangely, and he continued to giggle as he approached Fu Bao step by step.
Although Fu Bao said he would blow the little boy's head off with a bat, it was still difficult to do so when he actually faced him, so he hurriedly avoided while shaking the black doll in his hand.
"Glow, shine."
Fu Bao hopes that like the last time he knocked down the beautiful mother, the black doll can shine again and bring down the little boy.
But this time the black doll didn't react at all.
Fu Bao was a little panicked, but thinking about it again, servant ghosts are human beings controlled by evil spirits, which means they are not ghosts at all. If the black doll can only affect ghosts... it would be really bad!
Fu Bao ran away in a panic, but Xiaojie jumped up suddenly, crossed the distance of several meters, threw Fu Bao down on the sofa with great force, opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth, and bit Fu Bao viciously. on his arms, while a terrifying laugh was still coming from his mouth.
"ah!"
Fu Bao screamed and hit Xiaojie on the forehead with the bat reflexively.
Xiaojie fainted, and Fu Bao took the opportunity to break away from the restraints and rush to the door. As soon as he ran to the door, a shadow appeared in front of him. It was the father next door, holding a stick that came from nowhere.
boom.
Fu Bao was hit by a stick and fell to the ground. His vision went dark, and Fu Bao felt himself being dragged and tied up again. When he regained consciousness, his hands were tied behind his back and thrown to the floor.
Fu Bao's head hurt. This time it was purely due to trauma. Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, covering his eyelashes, and the world in Fu Bao's eyes was covered with a layer of blood red.
The father and son next door stood in front of Fu Bao, the older one holding a stick and the younger one holding a black doll.
"I got the stuff."
The father next door said that his tone of voice was as calm as that of a little boy. "Um."
Xiaojie nodded.
"Kill him."
The father next door waved the stick in his hand stiffly, making a terrifying whirring sound in the air, and Fu Bao immediately flinched.
Is he going to die?
Fu Bao looked at the stick being swung around and the two weird human beings who were like puppets on strings. He was very unwilling to die like this and struggled desperately, but he was tied very tightly and couldn't do anything at all. Break free.
The father next door raised his stick with expressionless hands and swung it down at Fu Bao. Not only did he not hesitate on his face, his eyes also shone with excitement, as if what he wanted to kill was not a human being, but just a ball.
"stop it!"
Fu Bao closed his eyes and screamed.
At this critical moment of life and death, he couldn't remain calm. He didn't want to die here, at the hands of two servant ghosts, let alone lose his life because of a puppet!
At this time, Xiaojie suddenly stretched out his hand to block the stick.
"Not yet."
Xiaojie chuckled, still expressionless.
"This thing has a contract with him. If you kill him, the thing will escape."
"oh."
The dad next door seemed to feel pity and nodded.
Fu Bao held his breath and widened his eyes. Was his life saved?
"Grrrrrrrr."
The little boy came closer to Fu Bao. From his eyes, Fu Bao seemed to see a face with a ferocious smile, "Goodbye."
The father and son next door just left, leaving Fu Bao tied up like a rice dumpling. He looked at their leaving figures without daring to speak, for fear that the two guys would suddenly change their minds and turn around to kill him. When he was on his own, Fu Bao began to struggle hard. It took him half an hour to loosen the rope, and his hands were bruised. By this time, Fu Bao's vision was blurred and his whole body was weak.
Fu Bao felt strange that the bleeding from the wound had stopped, but he felt indescribably weak. After breaking free from the rope, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
He could only slowly crawl to the phone, call an ambulance, and was sent to the hospital ten minutes later.
