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Xiao Yue told me again that her grandmother had come up to chop firewood early last year, and that in the evening she had been found lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Seeing that Xiao Yue's family was in poor condition, he selflessly helped them out, saying that to cure her grandmother's illness, they had to use blood to refine the medicine. This was not easy to find, and Xiao Yue happened to be a girl, so he asked if Xiao Yue had come for him. Afterwards, Han Xiaotian would come once every two or three days after Xiao Yue's aunt was done.

I lit up a cigarette. Han Xiaotian must have known about Xiao Yue's pure Yin character. He estimated that Xiao Yue was about to have her first tidal wave, so he hurt her grandma and took her meridian blood.

"Alright, thank you Miss Xiao Yue for providing me with so much information. I will organize it properly and see if there is any way to help your grandma recover faster." I said.

Xiao Yue said shyly, "Thank you brother, it's so late, why don't you come to my house for dinner?" He lowered his voice again. "But there's no food in my house."

"I still have things to do, so I'll head back first." I looked at the porridge in the pot beside me and said, "Feed the congee to Grandmother first!"

"Yes."

I got on the motorcycle and went back. Han Xiaotian was not a righteous man, and the mute ghost had nothing to do with him. Now, he had to find out the identity of the mute ghost, find out why he had to deal with the mute ghost that way, and then untie the mute ghost's mental knot and send him on his way. As for Han Xiaotian, he had to slowly take care of him. This person couldn't be left behind in the village.

However, there was only a day and a half left. Would it be too late to slowly investigate the mute ghost's identity and the relationship between him and Han Xiaotian?

I stopped the car, smoked a cigarette, and looked off into the distance.

I said to myself, "Anyway, sending the mute ghost on the road requires him to recover his consciousness. It would be better for him to first recover his consciousness so that he can say what he has to do with Han Xiaotian."

But even grandpa couldn't make the mute ghost recover its consciousness!

I turned on my phone and searched the internet for ways to bring people who were unconscious back to their senses. It was the same for humans and ghosts anyway, so a post caught my attention. The host considers the issue from two aspects, internal and external.

If it was caused internally, then there might be some kind of subconscious problem, need for hypnosis, and so on. If it was caused by an external source, it might have injured the nerve due to external injuries, or it might have had blood clots pressing down on the nerve.

I perused the post, but there didn't seem to be any more viable options. Or the ones that do the surgery, but there's a reply that makes my eyes light up. The man said, Direct stimulation. He will use whatever he is afraid of to constantly stimulate him and allow him to repair himself.

"Direct stimulation? Was this move effective? The mute ghost was nailed to the spirit gate by teak, it is a wounded person, it is not easy to deal with from the outside, if you let it experience a strong stimulus, and cause it to repair its own wound, maybe you can give it a try! " I said to myself.

Never mind, let's do it. I drove to the fastest speed possible and sped towards Han Xiaotian's home. As soon as they entered the living room, the people in the back room on the east side opened up.

"Master Han — I'll f * * k you!" When I raised my head and saw Han Xiaotian's face, I jumped a few steps back in fright. My face was as white as a ghost's, devoid of any trace of blood.

Han Xiaotian glared at me. I hastily waved my hand. "Master Han, don't misunderstand. I'm not scolding you. I was just frightened. How did you become like this?"

"Alchemy requires a lot of energy." "I need to rest for a bit. I'll be up at noon tomorrow. You can go ahead. But remember, this black clothed deity statue definitely can't be unwrapped. Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"Oh, then Master Han go to sleep!" I pointed to his room on the west side as I said that. Han Xiaotian waved his hand and said, "No, I don't have time to go to the attic to pack up my blankets. You can sleep on my bed tonight, I'll sleep here. If you're afraid of the tablet inside, go to the hotel and sleep. "

As Han Xiaotian said this, he violently coughed and returned to the east wing.

After he had been in there for ten minutes and made sure nothing had happened, I entered his bedroom. I found a few strands of his hair on his pillow and slipped them into my pocket.

After I left Han Xiaotian's house, I immediately went to the willow tree, broke off a few pieces of paper, weaved them into a smiling cage, and went to the mute ghost's grave.

The mute ghost was afraid of being bullied by other ghosts, so it was only after midnight when the other ghosts had finished eating that he went out to look for food, and he was still hiding in the corpse. Seeing me go, he immediately crawled out of the corpse.

"Mute Bro, do you want to eat?" I asked.

Laughing, the mute walked up to me and shook himself.

I pulled out the wicker cage as fast as lightning, put the mute back inside, and closed the lid.

The mute ghost was wailing inside, not knowing what to do.

"Don't be afraid!" As I said this, I turned around and plucked a few grass stalks. After I stuck a simple straw doll in, I stuffed Han Xiaotian's hair in and wrote the name and the name of Han Xiaotian on yellow paper before pasting it onto the straw doll.

I opened the wicker cage a little and shoved the straw doll inside.

As soon as the grass doll was stuffed in, the mute ghost jumped up and down, screaming non-stop. After leaping for a long time, I finally stopped. I stuck close to the grass doll and looked at me with pleading eyes. My body continuously trembled.

"Are you afraid of him? His name was Han Xiaotian! "Han Xiaotian!" As I said this, I poked the grass doll lightly with my stick. The grass doll pounced towards the mute ghost, who shrieked even louder. I simply stretched out a thin thread and made a sheath. After wrapping it around the grass doll's neck, I hung it in the cage so that it could shake non-stop.

The mute ghost's cries were too pitiful. However, in order to recover his consciousness, he could only give it a try. It wouldn't do him any real harm anyway.

I turned my back on him, smoked, and switched on my cell phone, trying to find someone to talk to to to pass the time, but there was no one to talk to.

Rivers and Rivers Branch's profile picture was lit up, and he wondered how she was doing right now.

I sent a message over. "How are things going? Are you tired of the supplementary lessons in school? "

River Branch replied: "Send me a red packet. I've missed you."

I frowned and replied, "You aren't the real person, are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend. Who are you? Why do you use such an ambiguous tone to talk to her? "

River Branch had fallen in love. I raised my head and could not help but feel sad. "I'm his cousin. You're finished!" I immediately told my uncle that Shui Zhi was in love at school! "

The other party begged for mercy. I chuckled and thought to myself, "Bastard! I used my life force to save the cabbage and ended up getting humiliated by you!" And you even treated me with such a vile attitude! "

I ignored him and recalled the past. I felt that Tang Le was still the same person. She should be one of those people who doesn't easily fall in love, but every time she falls in love, it would be for the rest of her life.

Slowly, I suddenly realized that the mute ghost was no longer shrieking. Could it be that it has already regenerated?

I hurriedly turned my head around. The scene before me stunned me. The grass doll in the wicker cage had already been torn to pieces. The mute ghost was huffing and had a ferocious expression. The turbid air on his forehead had turned into a thick black infernal energy.

"Brother, Brother, don't be like this. Can you speak now?" I asked, trembling.

The mute ghost barked at me like a dog, then desperately grabbed the wicker cage and shook it, ignoring the fact that his hands had turned white from the wicker ice.

"Mute Bro, don't rock around, this will hurt you!" I said quickly.

However, the mute ghost didn't care that much as he pried open one of the eyes of the wicker cage. However, after coming out, he suffered a heavy injury. Even though there was still a baleful aura on his forehead, his spirit energy was already very weak. He stood before me weakly, trembling non-stop.

"Big brother, you're injured." "No," I whispered.

The mute suddenly turned his head and yelled at me, "Awoo!" He actually threw himself at me.