C131 Ghost Killers (Replenish 121)

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Taking a body from an old man is like asking a tiger for its skin. You think I can do it? "

Mr. Zhao pulled me to the side, avoiding everyone, and said in a low voice: "Eldest Nephew, I have a way, but I don't know if you are willing to do it."

Puzzled, I asked, "What method?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Aren't there a group of Wuzhong students here? Adding Ma Ke and the teacher surnamed Zhou, there are barely seven people. "

I curiously asked, "And then?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I can use the seven of them as your substitute and place them next to the old man. Since he can't see, I can guarantee that the substitute can deceive the old man. "When he is unable to tell whether it is real or fake and is confused, the two of us will rush up and snatch his body back with extremely fast speed."

Mr. Zhao asked me: "How is it? Do you dare to do it? "

I said hesitantly, "If we do this, are those seven dead?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "There will definitely be casualties. For those kind of evil spirits like the old me, even if they were to fly around randomly like headless flies, some of them would still be killed by him. "

I shook my head and said, "These people are all students. To put it bluntly, they are flowers from the motherland. I can't bear to harm them. "

Mr. Zhao's face revealed a weird smile, "Look at them, they look like flowers!"

I turned around and saw several people with dyed hair, tattoos, and profanities, and several with knife scars on their faces.

I sighed. "That won't do. After all, they didn't do anything bad. Even if their private lives don't meet the standards of a good child, I still can't harm them."

Just as I said that, I heard the group of students laugh shamelessly. I pricked my ears to listen, they were discussing which female teacher was beautiful and which drug was effective …

The Mr. Zhao sighed, "We are not out of danger yet, but these people are already joking around. "Even I, Zhao, would feel ashamed if I were to face death with such optimism."

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Is there any other way?"

Mr. Zhao said, "There's a way, but it's a little dangerous."

I urged him, "Hurry up and tell me. After a while, the old man's eyes will recover. We won't be able to escape."

Just as Mr. Zhao was speaking, a little yellow-hair came over and asked Mr. Zhao, "Big brother, are you not going to leave?"

Mr. Zhao said, "I still have some matters to attend to."

"Oh, then let's go," said the little yellow hair. "This place is too fucking scary. When I return to Cypress City, if there is anything you need to say, state my name. My name is Wang Hao, I'm in second year. "

Mr. Zhao agreed. The little yellow hair then led those people out. In the end, only Ma Ke and Teacher Zhou were left. It looked like they wanted to keep us company, but they probably saw it too. We had something to say, so we didn't come over.

At this time, Mr. Zhao took out a small box from his bosom. When the box was opened, half of the box was lying on the ground, providing incense.

I curiously asked, "What is this?"

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "You have seen it before, this is bewitching."

I suddenly understood. "Something that can cause a person's soul to sink into a nightmare? "Where did you come from?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I asked the ancient head for it. Even though this old man was just a projection of his real body. However, his true body was so powerful that the projection had already formed a soul. Wait until he's bewitched, then we'll think of a way to get his body back. "

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "How do I take it? Take out his soul? "

Mr. Zhao slowly shook his head: "I can't take it out. We have to enter his dreams and kill his soul. " At this point, he added, "You must go in. Because if he were to dissipate in your body, it might cause your body to die. You must take over your physical body immediately and not waste even a second. "

I nodded before saying worriedly, "Can I kill an old man in my dreams? What's more, I don't know how big his dream is. What if I can't find him? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "You don't have to worry. This projection has always been at the side of this small temple since birth. His world is just this big. As for how to kill him … Hehe, why don't you just disguise as your real body? "

My heart skipped a beat. I felt that this was a really good idea.

Taking advantage of the elderly being being unable to see, Mr. Zhao chased Ma Ke and Teacher Zhou out and ignited his bewitching spirit.

After that, Mr. Zhao drew some symbols on my body and kneaded my face for a while, saying that he wanted to change my facial features.

A moment later, he nodded his head in satisfaction. "It is enough to pretend that you are real. Right now, your appearance and aura are very similar."

I reached out and touched my face. I felt that my face had become even more angular. It really did look like a middle-aged man in a mural.

At this time, I suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said to Mr. Zhao, "Quickly extinguish the smoke."

Mr. Zhao looked at me in confusion, then he pinched the cigarette. "Why?"

I said, "The old man's dream is indeed not big, but mine is not small. We were both bewitched at the same time. Dreams are linked together. "

Mr. Zhao slapped his forehead. "I forgot about that."

At this time, I feel a wave of dizziness, I sorrowfully think: infatuated, there is no cure, even inhale a little bit will fall into a deep sleep. Besides, I don't have a physical body, so I can only enter my dreams first.

I didn't even have time to say a few words to Mr. Zhao before I fell to the ground.

I woke up, and I knew it was a dream, but I was still scared, because it was a very strange world.

There was no sun or moon in the sky, and the light was dim, like dawn or dusk.

There were a lot of people on the street, and they were walking aimlessly. However, everyone only has one back. No matter how I change direction, I can't see their face.

This really is a nightmare, putting in the thing I fear the most.

I bundled up my clothes and walked faster, looking around to see if there was any sign of the old man.

Unfortunately, I looked at many people and couldn't find him. Then I remembered that I had never seen an old man.

At first, he hid inside the statue, but later, he hid inside my body. I've seen his soul before, but it's just a mass of black gas. Even though it's formed into a human shape, its face is still a blur. I had seen his real body, too, but only one back.

I suspected that the old man was hiding in the crowd around me, leaving me with only my back.

Thus, no matter who I met, I would always circle around him. In my nightmares, a person has no face. If I could see a person's face, then that person would be an old man.

After looking around in this manner, someone suddenly tugged at the corner of my clothes and whispered, "Give me some money. Give me some money."

I turned my head and saw that it was a beggar. The beggar's rags were dirty and smelly. His face was covered with a thick layer of mud that covered his features, and all I could see were his eyes, staring at me blankly and blankly.

"This guy has face?" A thought struck me and I waved my hand in front of his eyes.

The beggar did not have any reaction. He repeated the same words mechanically, "Give me some money, give me some money." It seemed that he was blind.

A beggar with a face, plus a blind man, I knew his identity in an instant. Then I pulled out the dagger and stabbed him in the heart with a thud.

The knife went in, and my hand shook. Even though I know that this is a dream, even though I know that these are not living people, I still feel like killing someone.

I pulled out the dagger. There was no blood on the dagger. I looked at the beggar's chest and saw that it was rapidly healing.

I was stunned. He was also my dreamer?

The beggar sighed, "It's fine if you don't want to give me the money, but you still want to hurt me." Now, rich people are getting worse and worse. No wonder they don't have the face to meet others. "

As the beggar turned to leave, I grabbed him. "Why do you have a face?"

The beggar muttered the words, "Who is this kind person? Give me some money …"

I reached out and wiped his face, trying to see what his features looked like under the dirt, but it wiped his eyes away. I screamed and took a step back.

Then I realized that the eyes were fake and glued. I rubbed again and found the beggar was bald, and what I had just seen was still the back of his head, but there was a picture of his face on the back of his head.

I asked a little angrily, "Why did you paint your facial features on your body?"

The beggar spoke softly, "The people of this world no longer have the face to see others. I, this old beggar, have never done anything shameful in my life, so I can still meet people."

Then, he muttered as he walked forward, "Who is this kind-hearted person? Give me some money …"

I sighed and walked on. After walking for a while, I realized that I recognized this street. This place was near the Wuzhong.

I hesitated and suddenly thought: Was the old man's dream in the graveyard?

Thinking about this, I sprinted towards the Wuzhong. I ran across the campus and directly arrived at the corner of the sports field. There were no more graves, only courtyards. They were independent, like yurts.

I walked among them, found the little temple, and stood panting.

That's it. The old man was in the small temple. I drew my dagger and walked slowly to the door of the temple. I tapped the wooden door with the tip of the knife and it creaked open.

I looked inside and was stunned. It was empty. Not only was there no one, even the deity statue and the clay figure were gone.

I walked in, puzzled. "Why is there no one here?" Where's the old man? Didn't the Mr. Zhao say that this old man would stay in this temple all his life? Even in his dreams, he wouldn't go beyond that? "

I picked up the candle from the altar and walked over to the wall by the light of the fire. I wanted to see if there was anything wrong with the mural.

However, the mural had disappeared and was replaced by a large mirror. Inside the mirror, there is another me, holding a candle and smiling as I look outside.

It was a strange thing to see one's own face in a place like this, so I turned my head away from the mirror.

But when I looked away, I felt scared. It was as if I was still staring at me in the mirror.