Chapter 736

Although I was glad to escape from death, my gentle body still made me swing in my heart. Ling Weihong struggled to the ground with a red face. She didn't blush. Fortunately, I was suddenly a little embarrassed and hurried to find words to cover up myself: "where's the suitcase?"

"In your hand." Ling Wei turned and said.

I was stunned. I looked down and saw that the suitcase was really in my hand. When Ling Wei jumped down just now, she first threw down the suitcase. This made the man more embarrassed. His face was hot and dry, so he said again: "it's very dark here..."

Black wool, that's the darkness in my memory. Now in broad daylight, several windows are installed on the backstage wall, and the light inside is still full. I looked at the bright space and was speechless. What happened today? How did it become so two?

I didn't dare to speak again. I just wanted to squat down and open my suitcase. Unexpectedly, Ling Wei rushed over like a gust of wind and rushed into my arms. Suddenly, she almost pushed her down.

"You..." I was very surprised and felt a sudden jump in my heart.

"You what? Clearly like each other, but they don't admit it. Now, lonely men and women, make out quickly! " Lingwei's face was suddenly a kind of evil smile, and her voice was not hers. It sounded very familiar.

My heart said bad, the little girl was on her body. It's probably Anlin's ghost!

"Wait, I didn't admit it just now..." I procrastinated and quietly touched Ling Wei's wrist in my hand.

"Speak back! Just now you all blushed, but you said irrelevant bullshit... Oh, you bastard's black hand, damn it! "

At this time, I had grasped Ling Wei's wrist pulse, and at the same time, I controlled the ghost woman, making it angry and rude.

"Now in the sun, you know what will happen if you are forced out by me. So tell me, who killed you? " I pushed Ling Wei out of my arms, but my right hand tightly clasped her pulse door. At the moment, the little girl is a puppet and has become a platform for me to fight with ghost women.

"Yes, who killed me? Who am I?"

At first I thought the ghost women were playing with flower guns, but when I heard the last three words who I was, I was surprised. This is Yu Xinyue!

No wonder it sounded familiar just now. It turned out to be it. But why did it lose its memory and run to a dead woman? Did Li Xingxiang do all this? Then he overturned the idea. Li Xingxiang only knew a little about the witchcraft of voodoo dolls, and didn't know the magic of banning ghosts on corpses. Besides, Yu Xinyue was so smart and cunning that I didn't care about it, not to mention Li Xingxiang? Also, if Li Xingxiang knew two kinds of witchcraft at home and abroad, there was no need to use my strength to deal with Li Xingyu. Wouldn't it be better to have a bone wrapped baby spirit?

But it's still strange. Li Xingxiang vowed not to marry again for Yu Xinyue. They are so loving. If yu Xinyue is missing, why doesn't he come to me to help find it? Besides, Yu Xinyue lost his memory again, which is more puzzling. Won't he drink Mengpo soup again?

When he was thinking hard and puzzled, suddenly a woman called in her ear: "Bai Yu... Bai Yu..."

My heart trembled. This is my mother. Why is she here? It sounds like the source of the sound is the lobby outside. Is it possible that she was taken hostage by the enemy and coerced me? But in either case, I have to go out to see her right away. It's too unsafe here.

Just answer first and suddenly wake up. It's a trap. Because the sound is so strange. According to common sense, shouting in the lobby will produce an echo. How can it be so quiet and thin? No, I'll see if it's my mother first, or I'll be caught if I promise rashly.

Fortunately, I had more heart, otherwise I was really fooled.

I walked to the front desk with my suitcase in one hand and Ling Wei in the other. Now I know that the female ghost is Yu Xinyue, so I can't force it out, otherwise I will be hit by the sun and it will be easy to disperse my soul.

When I came to the front stage, I put down my suitcase and shone around with a flashlight. There was no half figure in the empty lobby and silent seats.

"What are you looking for? Apart from you two, here is a ghost. No, I'm two ghosts! " Yu Xinyue's tone was full of contempt.

"Where is the ghost?" I don't dare to release Ling Wei now, for fear that Yu Xinyue, who has lost her memory, will harm the innocent.

"In... It's floating around. I can't tell you the exact location, eh..."

It suddenly eh, Ling Wei opened her mouth, um, and suddenly she was thrown away by her clenched wrist. Immediately following her, the whole jumped up from the stage and flew into the darkness ahead. I was not surprised. I rushed forward with an arrow, but the speed was still a little slower. The tip of my fingers rubbed Ling Wei's back.

I quickly stabilized my body to avoid falling off the stage. Then I illuminated the flashlight in front of me, but I found that Ling Wei disappeared strangely. She jumped to the stage. With her ability, she jumped up to five or six meters, but she searched all over the range. There was no trace of Ling Wei.

This must have been done by the dead ghost who called my name. If I had just promised, it would be the same end as Ling Wei. Then he jumped off the stage, took out his sunglasses and put them on. After a tour, he didn't find a ghost.

Just in surprise, I suddenly heard something behind me. I quickly turned around. In the hazy line of sight looking out through sunglasses, a dark figure stood on the stage and couldn't stop swinging. From this shadow, thick black air came out. It's it, it's it!

I took off my sunglasses, but I was stunned. On the stage was a Huadan wearing a costume, wearing armor and dancing a red tassel gun. It was just a pair of white canvas shoes exposed from under the costume, which made me recognize that this was Ling Wei!

Which song is this? Why did Ling Wei suddenly become a playwright? Is the ghost in the theater haunting her?

"What are you doing? Come up and help me. I don't play anymore. I want to leave this body!" Yu Xinyue shouted at me.

I haven't seen what's going on yet. I don't dare to do it rashly. Turning his eyes, he asked, "how did you become like this?"

"Fool, it's a bag ghost!"

Hearing this, I was shocked. Bag ghost is a very strange evil, which comes from bag play.

Puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet puppet. Although it originated in Fujian, cloth bag refining ghosts are raised everywhere. It is said that a cloth puppet was soaked in blood for seventy-nine days, and then a young woman was killed. Her soul was sealed into the puppet and buried in the place of yin and extreme evil. After three months, it was dug up and sealed in the heaven and earth bag for soul melting and cultivation.

The so-called soul melting is a very cruel sorcery. Under the oppression of yin and Yang, the dead ghost will be dispersed first. The heaven and earth bag is a sealed utensil. After the soul is broken, it can't get out. Under the pressure of yin and Yang, it naturally integrates with the cloth bag puppet. This process is quite painful, which is equivalent to a thousand cuts to the ghost.

Therefore, it is not called scattered soul, but called melted soul. Although the soul is scattered, it does not disappear, and its resentment is more profound. The bag ghost developed by this method is not only fierce, but also difficult to deal with. It is basically an immortal dog skin plaster. As long as it is pasted, you can't get rid of it.