It is said that to be a little devil, you need to find a fetal corpse or a child corpse, carve a child statue with wood, and then use a special fire candle to grind the corpse chin. The dripping corpse oil soaks the wood, and you can restrain the little devil.

Moreover, the more resentful the little ghost is, the more capable he is. Some evil ways deliberately torture the child to death and then refine it.

People who go to the wrongdoer fight for their lives and pursue fame and fortune. In the past, Lili was also a host who was Mu Yunliang fooling her to raise a ghost. In fact, she was raising the real Mu Yunliang's soul to refine her. When it was necessary to have blood, Lili was the first victim.

The blood in the room, the face, chest and lower abdomen, and the strange tools that pierced the stomach, made me deeply remember it.

Nowadays, some young people think raising ghosts is cool, or they want to raise one to play with, but they are all backfired.

Before we returned to our hometown, we had a family meeting. My dad, my brother, and I sat on the sofa and discussed the current situation in detail.

Qingcheng Hospital is an important point. Now we don’t even know how many patients are being sucked or filled with soul refining.

After their incident was discovered, many employees were fired. Now they are acting extremely low-key. The hospital has banned casual visits and only one day a week can make an appointment for visits.

But who is visiting? The family of a mentally ill patient was tortured and wished shelter.

The sanatorium is closed and has little impact on Qingcheng Hospital; I introduced Cheng Banxian to see Xu Yaqi, but Cheng Banxian has not replied yet.

The hunchbacked guide had signs of burns on his face. Could it be the "master" who escaped by chance when Jiang Qiyun destroyed the village of the corpse refiner?

Is the huge tongue behind the black hole a monster he raised?

The monster eats everything, doesn't let go of the corpse or soul, where is this kind of thing locked up?

"Actually, they will come to us sooner or later. They are just severely injured last time. They are just turtles with their heads. We must strengthen our strength now." My brother curled his lips and said, "What trouble did not happen when the two little ancestors were born."

"You can't be careless when you are born! You must be more cautious at that time. Maybe they will attack your children!" My dad frowned deeply.

He reached out and knocked on the white paper on the table, with a relationship diagram: "Three ghost Taoists have been wandering around the world for fifty or sixty years. The Situ family is under the control of evil ways, with huge power and can also influence decision-making. Now we can only rely on the power of the Lin family to compete with it."

I lowered my head and was speechless. Indeed, the Lin family has helped us a lot. They are very important to clean up the aftermath, provide information, open the back door, etc.

My brother and I really don’t want the Lin brother and sister to misunderstand that we have some plans. We really want to draw a line with them and be polite to be ordinary friends.

But it is really contradictory to have to bow your head when you have something to ask for.

"Okay, I don't want so much for the time being." Dad patted the table and said, "At present, Qingcheng Hospital should not dare to do anything in the hospital. After being swept by ghost soldiers, they were also worried about traitors, so they customized a bus route to transport the ghosts to the nearby death gate... This was also destroyed by us. They should temporarily stop hiding and take advantage of this time to go home to meet the great-grandfather and tell him the situation."

Dad sighed: "Great Grandpa should hand over it... Yunfan, please do what you want. Dad is optimistic about you."

"Go to you, you are also the eldest son and grandson. Why are you so unconfrontational? Just thinking about giving up the offer!" My brother complained.

My dad smiled: "I once thought about being the head of the Mu family."

"Ah? Then why are you handing it over to my brother again now?" I asked.

My father took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, showing a little tiredness and a sweet smile.

"At that time, in order to be worthy of your mother, I once thought of being the head of the Mu family. I thought that even if I could not show off my power in the circle, I could still marry her with money, or let her be respected as a wife, or help her not to help her when she was hurt..."

His voice was a bit vicissitudes.

"But she left, everything was meaningless, and she left you two little villains to me, so that I could not follow her, alas..."

He smiled bitterly and reached out to my brother for cigarettes. My brother patted his hand off: "You have to quit smoking, too."

"I'll bite it, Xiao Qiao is here, I won't smoke."

"Bit a lollipop." My brother took out a lollipop and gave it to my father, who was so angry that he cursed him.

My heart was thumping. My mother's affairs were the pain that my father could not touch. Now he took the initiative to mention a few words—

Can I ask a question or two?

I asked hesitantly, "Dad, mom...when did you die? I can't remember it, and you never tell us your death day."

My father was stunned for a moment: "What kind of death day? She lives in my heart every day. What kind of death day should I have? I kowtow twice in the morning and evening, and three incense sticks in the morning and evening. I offer this ancestor every day."

My brother said, "I have a little impression. It seems that when I was seven years old, or eight years old? Xiao Qiao was only two or three years old at that time?"

I felt relieved in my heart.

So, I am not the coffin that my mother gave birth to after she died?

At least not the kind that my brother saw that day!

It’s not that I can’t accept the coffin. When I heard Shen Qingrui say that I was a coffin with four pillars and pure Yin, I didn’t feel that it was too difficult to accept.

Such children have been around since ancient times and can be explained scientifically, and are not extremely terrifying.

But that day my brother refused to let me see it, and Jiang Qiyun said that I was thinking too much, which made me care a lot.

There must be extremely strange and terrifying scenes in the small coffin, which scared a few people crazy.

I'm afraid... I'm so unacceptable to them.

"By the way, Dad, why did you name me Xiao Qiao? People who don't know thought I had a sister named Da Qiao." I asked with a smile, trying to change the somewhat sad topic.

My dad was stunned for a moment.

He scratched his head and said, "Because your mother is Shen Junqiao, I will call her Xiao Qiao... I think the most beautiful woman in the world is called Xiao Qiao, and I can't think of any other name."

Just one sentence, I cried.

I don't know why tears suddenly overflowed my eyes.

It turns out that Xiao Qiao can carry a person's lifelong love and madness, his reluctance and longing.

Didn’t it mean that all people in our industry are responsible for five disadvantages and three disadvantages?

Why do men in our family still remain extremely determined even if they know that there will be widows, widows, orphans and disabled people?

My brother said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of love is the stinky old man? He made Xiao Qiao cry again!"

"Didn't I explain this when Xiao Qiao asks me... Who is your little bastard called? Your name was chosen by your mother, it sounds nice?"

My brother curled his lips: "They are all from the Yun generation, so I took the word Fan. What's the point of not good or bad?"

My father kicked him: "The word "fan" is so meaningful, you are a rebellious..." hf();
Chapter completed!