"I think you really want money and live." I frowned and said, "I dare to sign the ghost slave contract!"

When Zhao Wangcai heard the three words "Ghost Slave Creek", he became even more nervous and stammered: "Mao Po said that Ghost Slave Creek was just to make the hungry ghosts coming from all directions not harm me. As long as I signed a contract, I could keep my safety. Therefore, I didn't even let my wife and son come in in this kitchen."

"Hmph, do you still believe that old woman until now?" I said angrily: "Have she told you that after the signing of the Ghost Slave Contract for a hundred days, you will die? No one can see your image again, no one can hear your voice again, and you will disappear completely in the world from now on."

After saying that, I stretched out my hand and pointed to the corner of the kitchen and said, "Did she not tell you that those who offer to hungry ghosts will be killed by their descendants, and the whole family will die violently. In the end, even the soul will be sacrificed to hundreds of ghosts, and it will be torn to pieces?"

"Also, has she told you that your family of three helps ghosts and harm people like this, even if the soul returns to the underworld, the dead will not let you go? It will cause you torture for a hundred years and will not be reincarnated and become adults."

"Really...really?" Zhao Wangcai was so scared that his body was as scared as a sieve. His hands that were protecting his chest continued to tremble.

"You don't believe it. Anyway, you can calculate the time. You can experience it yourself in a few days." I sneered.

"No, no, no, I believe, I believe! Big brother... you must save me." Zhao Wangcai kept kowtowing at me.

Since he has signed as a ghost slave, he naturally knows the terribleness of hungry ghosts better than ordinary people. His psychological defense has been broken by my series of questions, and he lifted his clothes with a thud, revealing his skinny chest.

I looked down and saw a purple-black mark the size of a palm printed on his chest.

The mark seemed to be a twisted face. At first glance, it was extremely gloomy!

This is the Ghost Slave Creation!

The ghost contract is separated from the heart, and the yin energy is connected to the body.

Judging from the shape and color, the Ghost Slave Creation has reached its late stage. In a few days, Zhao Wangcai will die. It’s ridiculous that he is still kept in the dark and treats this harmful thing like a talisman.

I turned around and picked up a bowl, grabbed some minced garlic and coarse salt, took out another talisman, and lit it on the fire. Then I poured some water, stirred it with the paper ash, and handed it to Zhao Wangcai, "Drink this."

Zhao Wangcai took it without hesitation and drank it dry in one sip.

As soon as the spirit water was inhaled, Zhao Wangcai's face twitched sharply, as if in great pain. But he was afraid of arousing his wife's suspicion, so he did not dare to shout loudly. He reached out and pulled the dirty black towel off his shoulder and bit it tightly in his mouth.

Zila...

A stream of white smoke suddenly appeared from the mark of his heart. He couldn't help but reach out to grab it. The place was suddenly covered in blood, but Zhao Wangcai's movements were still constantly, as if he wanted to take out his heart and lungs.

"Don't move!" I stepped forward and held him down.

Sizzle...

The white smoke continued to rise, and the air was filled with a stinking smell of flesh.

The blue veins on Zhao Wangcai's neck burst out, his eyes were covered with blood, as if they would burst and break at any time!

I held his hands tightly, feeling his whole body was spasm, as if he had reached the limit of suffering.

He stared at me with pleading, although he didn't say anything, I also understood. He wanted me to let him go and let him die! He could no longer bear it!

Although Zhao Wangcai harmed many people, he still had his conscience after all, and I also wanted to pull the details of the Mao Po from his mouth. He immediately advised: "Perseverely, you have your wife and son. What should they do if you die? Persist for a while and it will be over immediately."

Upon hearing this, a ray of light appeared in Zhao Wangcai's desperate eyes and nodded fiercely.

He kept trembling, and his cold sweat flowed, soaking his clothes.

The white smoke sizzled, and a stream of black and smelly pus flowed out from the scratched flesh. The whole kitchen was filled with an indescribable smell, which was extremely disgusting!

After five or six minutes, Zhao Wangcai's hand suddenly loosened and he fell softly to the ground.

I looked down and saw that the black marks on his chest had faded, but there was a little red and swollen place, black pus and blood mixed together, and the flowing clothes were all covered.

In just a few minutes, he endured indescribable pain, went through life and death, and finally got rid of the shackles of the ghost slave creed and regained his freedom.

Zhao Wangcai gasped heavily, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

I turned around and poured him a glass of sugar water.

After resting for a while, he started talking intermittently without waiting for me to ask.

It is exactly the same as what Zhong Xiaopang secretly investigated. His grandparents and grandchildren have been farmers who are mediocre and rely on the meager income in the field to support the family and live a very difficult life.

Because of the sudden disasters at home over the years, Zhao Wangcai was forced to have no choice but to have an evil thought: dig a grave!

Not far from his house, there is an old graveyard. It is said that the funeral objects inside are very valuable, with many gold earrings, gold rings, etc.

One night, Zhao Wangcai secretly walked over with a hoe.

Maybe he was really forced to do so, so he plucked up his courage to dig an old grave under the moonlight. But what disappointed him was that there was nothing in the grave except a broken coffin.

He wiped his sweat and was about to dig other graves, but suddenly he found a cat standing on the coffin.

The white face blushed and was staring at him with green eyes!

He was startled and threw a stone to kill the cat. Unexpectedly, the cat didn't move, but opened his mouth and said, "What are you doing to dig a grave? Do you want to exchange for money?"

Zhao Wangcai was so scared that he was scattered and collapsed to the ground.

The cat said to himself: "How much money can you make by digging a grave? Maybe you will be entangled with ghosts. If you really want to make money, just follow me." After that, he turned around and left.
Chapter completed!