blood fox

Chapter 48

I know from the bottom of my heart that ghosts and ghosts are all born from the heart.

So they can best perceive the fragility, obsession, and resentment in the heart of the heart...

I also knew that this fake Yang Hui was making me hate Ling Yuan, but when I heard her words, I knew for a moment that she was not lying.

The voice of grandma calling me behind me became more urgent, and even the beef bone stick I put on my knee didn't need me to knock, it started to knock on my own.

Grandma hurriedly said to me: "Miaomiao, come down quickly, don't burn it! Go away!"

Her voice was anxious and anxious, as if those family members who had lost their loved ones came to the house, where did she hide me, the same as when she secretly messaged me.

I felt that the blood in front of my eyes seemed to be shining brightly, but I still tensed my back and slowly burned the paper.

"You used to want to die because you couldn't bear your grandma, right? Now it's you who killed your grandma." Fake Yang Huifu whispered and laughed in my ear again.

I clutched the paper money in my hand tightly, and let the ox-bone stick "bang bang" knock on its own, and I also let Yang Hui's ghost try to fold it upside down on the brazier.

Just throw the paper money in numbly.

At this moment, Yang Hui's blood, just like the night she hanged herself, flowed downwards along her body that was bent upside down to her head and feet.

The entire brazier was filled with bubbling dark red blood.

As soon as the paper money was thrown in, it was immediately soaked and sank into the basin.

I kept numbly throwing it away, pretending that there was no ghost of Yang Hui, and that there was no fake Yang Hui talking in my ear, and I also pretended that there was no grandma calling me behind.

That fake Yang Hui didn't seem to be in a hurry, she just stood aside, watching the blood in the brazier fill up and overflow again.

Dark red blood with froth flowed from the brazier to the bottom of my knees.

Immediately, I felt a cold sticky feeling from my kneeling knees, and then it seemed that the blood was piercing into my knees like ice needles.

Then spread along the calf bone kneeling below, a little bit.

After a while, even the ankle that was on the ground felt the pain of ice needles.

"Did you attract her resentment into your body? Did your grandma tell you about this blood, what will happen if you encounter it?" The fake Yang Hui seemed to squat down next to me.

He smacked his lips, as if his heart hurt me: "You said that you bear so much blood debt, you are the only one who suffers, you are the one who is blamed, everyone shouts and beats you, Ling Yuan has nothing wrong with it. Why bother to hold on? Right?"

There are many ghost things that cannot be touched. After the funeral and burial in my hometown, the funeral house, clothes, and paper money will be burned for the deceased at the nearest river in the evening.

Sometimes people who are weak and negative will dream of picking up money and things in the middle of the night, and then they will have inexplicable blue marks on their bodies the next day. It does not hurt, but it will take a long time to disappear.

The hometown is called the ghost mark, which is to pick up the things of the ghosts and be beaten by the ghosts.

And Yinhun's blood has the heaviest resentment. Now I almost knelt in Yang Hui's blood overflowing from the brazier, my legs were cold and numb.

This kind of pain is colder than soaking your legs in ice water in the twelfth lunar month.

I was in pain and cold, and my whole body was shaking, but I still held on to the torn paper and threw it into the brazier.

"The more you throw, the more blood will spill out and enter your body. You know how much Yang Hui hates you, right?" The fake Yang Hui reached out and pushed Yang Hui's ghost.

Yang Hui never turned her back and appeared directly in front of me.

On the blackened back, written stroke by stroke: Yun Miao.

The bluish-white back, the red to black wound, is like a tombstone.

I only felt something rising in my throat, but I still grabbed my hands tightly, tore the paper and threw it numbly.

"I've been here for so long, but no one cares about you? Ling Yuan didn't come either?" Fake Yang Huifu whispered in my ear again: "Resentment enters the body, like a needle piercing the bone, do you feel pain?"

pain!
But I still pretended I didn't hear it, I just felt that my calf was broken by a needle. Once the overflowing blood adhered to my body, it would wet up little by little along the clothes I was wearing.

Kneeling straight thigh, also began to feel the cold tingling.

Even the abdomen began to appear, and I could feel little by little, the cold and stinging blood, like little snakes, clung to my body along the legs, and then plunged into my body.

But the strange thing is that there is no sound from the magic circles of the two neighboring houses, and even the grandma who kept calling me behind her seems to be silent.

In the past, I could still hear the faint voices isolated outside the community, or with doors and windows closed.

But this time, no matter it was the long whining sound of the snail, the ethereal sound of the wooden fish, or even the sound of sutras and mantras gathered by all the monks, there were no more.

There was silence all around, except for the dripping of blood dripping into the brazier, there was no other sound.

Just like the night when Yang Hui's body was hung out.

"They just want to break through that magic circle and kill me." Fake Yang Hui's voice also became hollow, and she sighed softly at me: "Yun Miao, you don't remember how you died last time, do you? I have done so much for them, but has anyone ever thought of you?"

"Ling Yuan even made you bear the blood debt of a thousand foxes, bearing so many human lives. Seeing you kneel down to people again and again, humbly begging for mercy, but still wanting to let you live, do you really think he is infatuated with you?"

"If he was infatuated with you, how could he let your grandma die here? He had a purpose? He just wanted to come out and leave you. Even the way to get out of contact with you was already prepared in Xilin Temple." Yang Hui's voice also seemed to become ethereal, just like the ringing of the ringing bell that night.

But I didn't have the energy to speak at all, my head was pounding, blood had flowed down my wet clothes, clinging to my whole body, my body was numb from the cold, and then slowly started to heat up, which is called Taiyang Syndrome in medicine.

His hands and feet seemed to be swollen due to heat, and trembling due to tingling pain.

I tried my best not to let myself think about it, but numbly threw paper money into the brazier.

"I advise you not to listen, I'm afraid you will fall into the same situation as in the previous life." The fake Yang Hui seemed to sigh beside her, and walked away with her rivet-covered feet.

But Yang Hui's ghost was still hanging on the brazier, and the blood seemed to drip down endlessly, and my body became heavier and heavier.

The entire altar that was built as a mourning hall was covered in blood, and even the soul-calling flags inserted were dripping with blood.

I don't know how long I knelt, I just felt a bone-chilling cold all over my body, and then my whole body became hot due to the sun syndrome.

There was silence nearby, the sound of the magic circle was gone, and even the sound of vehicles on the road outside Lingyun Community was gone.

It seems that I am the only one left in the whole world, kneeling in the bloody water, burning paper non-stop.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that I felt that my fingers were so painful that they were about to break, and I couldn't even tear the paper money.

After a long time, I felt blood dripping from the tip of my nose again.

I don't know how long I can last, and I don't know what magic circle Qin Yangyu and Xuan Ming formed.

I don't even know if Ling Yuan is still there.

Grandma is gone, I dare not think about it, who will protect me as sincerely as grandma, and do my best.

When I move my ten fingers, I feel pain, swelling pain, tingling pain, and I can't tell the difference.

But still follow what Xuan Ming said, tear up the paper and throw it into the brazier.

Throwing it all the way into the brazier, the blood-soaked paper money was piled up so high that it almost reached Yang Hui's bare feet.

But I still ignored Yang Hui's bare feet touching the paper money and threw the paper money on it.

Suddenly Ling Yuan's soft voice came: "Yun Miao, it's ready. It's dawn, this magic circle is ready."

I was startled when I heard this, and my body, which had been upright all the time, suddenly knelt on my lap, panting lightly.

Slightly raised her eyes to look at Yang Hui who was hanging upside down in front of her eyes, she seemed to be shaking and slowly disappeared.

In the distance, there seems to be a fish belly slowly dyeing, and the sun slowly comes out.

"Get up." Ling Yuan walked up directly and reached out to help me: "Your body is covered with blood, I'll take you back to wash and change your clothes."

When I heard this, my body, which I originally wanted to support up with his arms, suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)