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Looking at the man who just walked out of the door, maybe he is my life-saving straw, I can't let him go. Thinking of this, I hurriedly chased him out and told him that I can do ghost patterns. Sure enough, the man immediately turned back and looked at me excitedly. It's really strange to say this. As soon as he came back, the gloomy wind stopped, and those weird laughters disappeared. I nodded and said that I have learned all the ghost wheel techniques, and I am honest and trustworthy. As for not telling the truth just now, it was because I had concerns. Then I told him everything about Wen Xuelian. After listening to it, the man sighed deeply. The white snake is psychic, killing it is a great country, and selling it to a restaurant for people to taste, how can it not be retribution? I can understand the weirdness of Wen Xuelian's death, but that was all about him and the snake. I have no grudges with him, why did he come to harm me? The man said that Wen Xuelian died with his eyes open, so he thought of using ghost patterns to restore the fetus, but he didn't know that ghost patterns cannot be done to ghosts. The man's last sentence immediately made my eyes light up, and I hurriedly asked him how he knew. The man said that he had heard about ghost tattoos, but he didn't know why they couldn't be done for ghosts. But he had heard of one thing, about a ghost tattoo artist who tattooed a ghost, and in the end, he was eaten alive by a white ghost, and his internal organs and brain were eaten, leaving only an empty shell of flesh, and his death was extremely tragic. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. If that's the case, wouldn't I also be eaten by the white ghost? The man shook his head, and then stared outside with his eyes like a conspiracy. Today is Ghost Festival, and you should be facing more than just the white ghost, but the legendary thousand ghosts in the house. He said something that struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I knelt down in front of the man with a plop, and hurriedly shouted for help.
This man is definitely not ordinary. My grandfather said he could save my life. The man helped me up and said he would save my life, but the premise is that I have to save him first. I remembered that he came to ask for a tattoo. At this time, he turned down his collar, and I immediately saw circles of creepy red hair on his neck, and patches of wet spots on his neck. I was so scared that I quickly stepped back a few steps. Aren’t wet spots only for dead people? And would this scary red-haired man have this thing? The man hurriedly explained and told me not to be afraid. He said he was definitely not a ghost. He became like this because of the three corpses. The man said his name was Liu Fugui, and he was a Taoist priest who ate ghost food. A week ago, someone dug up three coffins in a deep mountain forest. The coffins were weird. People who touched them either went crazy or died. No one dared to open the coffins. Originally, this kind of coffin was to be buried back, but some rich people did not believe in evil, so they paid Liu Fugui to open and close it. After Liu Fugui cast a spell and opened the coffin, he found that the three bodies inside were intact and not rotten at all. The three bodies were two men and one woman, an old man and a middle-aged man and woman. The veterinarian found that the coffins were modern coffins. After research, it should have been buried for about 20 or 10 years. The bodies were not rotten, which was really weird. And who were these three people when they were alive? Why were they buried here? When Liu Fugui was thinking about these questions, suddenly the three bodies in the coffin jumped out, scratched Liu Fugui's arm, and fled into the mountains and forests. Since then, Liu Fugui has never found these three bodies again.
Considering that the corpse may have been dampened and scratched wounds would have dampness and poison, Liu Fugui hurriedly used glutinous rice to treat the wounds to remove the dampness and poison. But what Liu Fugui didn't expect was that although the dampness and poison had been completely removed, his neck still had red hair and wet spots. Obviously, either this kind of dampness and poison was beyond Liu Fugui's ability and he couldn't completely get rid of it, or this was not dampness and poison, because Liu Fugui didn't have dampness. No matter which one, it was the same for Liu Fugui, and he couldn't cure himself. So, he thought of the ghost pattern. After all the hardships, he finally stood in front of me. He wanted to use the power of the ghost pattern to eliminate the red hair and corpse spots on his neck. After Liu Fugui finished speaking, the cold wind suddenly blew in again, this time it was stronger than before, and many things on the table were blown down and fell crackling. I quickly picked up a photo among the many fragments. It was the only family photo in my family. It was also in this photo that I could see my parents whom I had never seen before. My mother was holding me in her arms, and my grandfather was standing behind my parents. This photo is extremely precious to me. However, Liu Fugui was so frightened when he saw the photo that his face was extremely strange. Liu Fugui suddenly said to the photo, "It's those three corpses, corpses." What is Liu Fugui talking about? These are my grandfather and parents, what does it have to do with poetry? Seeing my unhappy face, Liu Fugui hurriedly explained that the three corpses he dug up in the deep mountains and old forests looked exactly like the people in the photo.
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