On June 20, 2006, the soul-summoning was held. Video file 00720060620.avi.

When the video lights up, I see the reception room of Aoye Supernatural Office. The people sitting on both sides of the sofa are Aoye and the family of three who look strange.

Wu Ling's facial features were clearly visible. Ye Qing next to her was still mosaiced.

Between the two sofas is a glass coffee table.

A green postcard was placed alone on the coffee table.

Wu Ling held a pottery bowl in his hand, and some powder was contained inside. Wu Ling twisted it with his thumb and index finger and sprinkled around the postcard.

The postcards are circled.

Wu Ling's lips squirmed gently, as if he was reciting some mantra.

After sprinkling three rounds of powder like this, Wu Ling put the pottery bowl aside and took out a tube from his pocket.

That tube looks like a test tube used for testing in a hospital.

Wu Ling opened the test tube and poured the transparent and sticky liquid inside onto the postcard.

She cut her wrist with a knife to let the blood flow to her fingertips, then she fell down her hand, and used her blood-stained fingertips to draw a pattern on the postcard and the transparent liquid.

The red blood smudged on the transparent liquid and turned into a strange and weird skull.

The camera moved slightly and captured the family of three who were nervous and restless. The wife had tears on her face and her body trembled slightly. The daughter had wide eyes, and her expression was more curious and excited. The husband frowned and had sorrow on her face.

"Now, Miss Shen's blood is needed." Wu Ling said.

"What?" the woman screamed, her voice drifting.

"Can I use my blood?" the man asked.

"I received the deposit slip, so I must use my blood, right?" the girl asked Wu Ling.

Wu Ling nodded.

She took the gauze from Ye Qing and tied the wound. Ye Qing wiped the knife that Wu Ling had used, flipped his wrist, pointed the handle of the knife at the girl, and reached out to hand it over.

The girl wanted to take it over, but her father took it first.

"Mr. Shen, this is not up to us." Ye Qing withdrew his hand and said lightly.

The man held the knife and looked very ugly.

"Just a little blood is enough." Wu Ling said, "Let me do it." She stretched out her hand to the man.

The man glanced at Wu Ling's wound.

There is a red blood printed on the gauze, but it is not serious.

The man's expression was loose.

The girl urged, "Dad, I'll do it myself."

"You let them come." The man shook his head, looked at the knife carefully, and handed the knife to Wu Ling.

After Wu Ling took the knife, he stretched out his hand to the girl.

The girl showed some nervousness at this time, and her hand shook a few times.

Wu Ling held the girl's hand and quickly cut the other hand. The blade cut a shallow scratch on the girl's wrist, and blood seeped out.

The girl's parents sat upright and held their breath nervously.

The girl subconsciously vented her breath. Before the breathing was over, Wu Ling turned her wrist over and her blood dripped onto the coffee table.

Wu Ling put it down and tied the girl's wound with gauze.

The girl withdrew her hand and held her wrist, staring at the coffee table without blinking.

The pattern of the skeleton changed, as if there was some kind of chemical reaction. The red skeleton turned into smoke and floated up from the coffee table.

Wu Ling also stared at the smoke, opened her lips and said something.

The skeleton shook for a moment, dissipated in an instant, and disappeared into the air.

The postcard and the circle of powder around it suddenly ignited, scaring the woman to scream, and the father and daughter also leaned back slightly, as if they wanted to avoid this small flame.

Everything on the coffee table disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The girl swallowed and asked, "That's it? Did it succeed?"

No one answered.

Both Wu Ling and Ye Qing in the camera have actions.

Wu Ling and Ye Qing looked up at the same time and looked at the sofa opposite.

The camera also turned around.

Just behind the three of the family, a figure appeared.

It was an old man with thin hair, looking like he was in his eighties or nineties, and he was just a bone-shaped robe. He was wearing a shabby old man's shirt and had several long beards as thin as his hair.

His face was very fierce, giving people the impression of being rebellious and domineering. His eyebrows were full of resentment, his eyes were fierce, and he stared at the family of three on the sofa.

Without warning, he suddenly took action and rushed towards the person on the sofa.

The three of the family just wanted to turn their heads because of the reactions of Wu Ling and Ye Qing on the opposite side. Their movements were stiff, revealing their fear.

But before they could see the old man clearly, the camera swayed.

"Ahhh--" the woman screamed in fear, accompanied by the girl's crying.

A chaotic sound and a chaotic footage.

"Kill you! Kill you!!!" Old voice roared angrily, "Don't think of it! Mr. Rong's things are mine! They are mine!"

His crazy voice came to an abrupt end.

The sound of gasping and choking crying came out of the video.

The camera faced the sofa and the ground, and after a second, it was lifted up again and adjusted to its normal position.

The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried bitterly, both of them were scared. The man pretended to be calm and patted the two of them comfortably.

"This...had it been solved just now? He... died?"

The sound of footsteps came.

Ye Qing walked back to his original position, and the camera also returned to his position.

Wu Ling seemed to have never moved and picked up a piece of paper from the sofa.

"It should be the ghost who sent you the intimidating postcard. We have suspected that someone who sent deposit slips and New Year's cards may be someone else."

Wu Ling placed the deposit slip on the coffee table, repeated the previous steps, and signaled the girl to stretch out her hand.

The girl was still shaking a little, and her hands were shaking violently.

The gauze was untied and the wound seemed to have scabbed. But as soon as Wu Ling tried hard, blood flowed out of the wound.

As before, the skull floated up and the deposit slip was burning.

However, after everything disappeared, nothing happened after the family of three looked around in panic.

Wu Ling frowned.

"Yes, is it the same?" the man exhaled, "It has been wiped out by you..."

"No, the spell succeeded, which means there is another ghost. However, it was not attracted..."

Ye Qing asked: "Does anyone in your family have the word 'rong' in their names?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, there are no relatives I know. I don't know, I don't know what the elders are called... I don't know what the two names of Shen Mingxiu and Shen Mingyi were heard from you. I originally only knew their names... "

“Didn’t you rank seniority in naming?”

"No. In our generation... to my grandfather's place, it seems that this is not the case."

"Um."

"What should I do now?" the girl asked.

Wu Ling took a stack of postcards placed beside him, "Try to see if this will succeed."

After sorting out the same thing, they summoned the soul again. But the result was the same as last time, no ghosts appeared.

"In this case, we need to observe for a while..." Wu Ling said, "We have all the homemade amulets. But I guess we can't deal with that ghost. If you agree, please live with us for a while and see the situation."

The family of three looked at each other.

"Okay." The man agreed.

On June 21, 2006, I lived with the client and no abnormalities occurred.

On June 30, 2006, it was confirmed that no abnormalities occurred. The investigation was terminated.

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Seeing the last word of the file, my eyes suddenly turned black.

The baby was crying in his ears, and he was crying loudly, as if he was about to overturn the roof.

I felt myself moving from one hand to the other.

When I opened my eyes and floated up, I saw what was happening inside the house.

My possession is a newborn baby, and this is a hospital.

I could only follow the baby and be carried out by the nurse.

Before I could see the people around me clearly, the dream scene changed.

I went from the hospital to the hotel. The hotel was very lively, a private room, with three tables filled with people, and they should be relatives and friends.

I saw the man sitting in the main seat at first glance. He looked old, with a yellowish and black face, bloodshot eyes, a gloomy face, and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

My possessed child was carried around and walked around.

People around me praised the children, saying that they looked solid, looked good, had flexible eyes and loved to laugh...
Chapter completed!