I came to the world of the heavens

Chapter 115 The Gumanthong in the Shrine

It was four o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, there was dew, and it was very cold.

An old bicycle is parked outside the old bookstore.There was a dim orange light in the window of the bookstore room, and there was a figure swaying. I saw an old man wearing a plaid shirt, glasses, wrinkled face, and disheveled hair. He was probably in his 60s lying on the old desk. Before, he opened a blank book page, holding a pen in his right hand and drawing something at a very fast speed, his eyes were bloodshot as if he was going crazy...

This is a new "Ten Laws of Hell" book with blank content.

The old man was writing about the operation method of "Cup Immortal" in the ten methods of hell, and then on the other page he drew six young men and women around the table playing with "Cup Immortal"...

If there are a few people here, they will definitely be able to recognize them at a glance when they see the painting. The painting on it is exactly how they play Cup Immortals.

After the old man finished drawing the images of the six figures, he pricked his finger with the tip of the pen, dripped blood into the ink bottle, stirred it a few times, and sucked it up with the pen pouch...

He stared at the blood-red eyes, and traced the outlines of everyone from left to right. When he was about to draw Changgui, he stretched out an old and dry hand like a branch to cover Changgui's image: "Ovi De, are you drawing a little too fast..."

The old man exhaled slowly.

Covered the new "Ten Laws of Hell", and said gloomyly: "Those young people from abroad, are there any accidents? The book that was taken away by Chang Gui has the ghost haunting spell written by me personally." , there is no reason nothing happened! Are you really sure that your son Changgui took out my book instead of the used one?"

Sitting on the wicker chair next to the desk was an old woman who was about sixty years old. She was none other than Changgui's mother. When she heard the shopkeeper say this, her face became pale: "Ovid, Your illness has dragged on for 20 years and you haven’t died yet, use your brain to think about who helped you for so many years?”

Seeing her angry, the boss raised his hands: "Okay, okay, it's meaningless for you to talk about it. You helped me survive for 20 years, and I also helped you to blame 30 years ago. In the next 30 years, I will be disfigured." Shrunk down in a poor place like the countryside with such an ugly face, without even descendants, how can you show me face?"

Changgui's mother reached out and grabbed a few pieces of paper with stick figures of the children on the desk, lit them with a lighter and threw them into the copper basin next to them to be burned to ashes.

Her eyes fell on a small shrine on the bookshelf in the room. There were dark red electronic candles and an incense burner, enshrining a black lump no more than the size of a palm, with traces of a head faintly visible.

She said coldly: "Ovid, you Gumantong has been raised for 20 years, and you have absorbed the vitality and good luck of those young people with the haunting ghost. Your ability is getting stronger and stronger. I am afraid it is about to take shape. You are sure to suppress live it?

Gumantong takes babies as the best, with complete consciousness and can understand human language. You use embryos as seeds to cultivate them, no matter how connected they are, they are still just monsters that don’t even have a human form..."

The voice just fell.

Two red lights appeared on the black hard head in the shrine, as if angered by Changgui's mother's words.

It made an indistinct sound, and Changgui's mother let out a heck, and unhurriedly took out a small jar similar to a miniature urn from her pocket and opened it. It was full of wriggling worms, and she grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth Chew a few times and spray it on the shrine...

The boss hastily stretched out his hand to stop...

The bug corpse mixed with saliva sprayed on his palm, but a little fell on the Gumanthong in the shrine.

Immediately, the shrine trembled crazily as if it had been hurt, and there was the faint sound of a baby crying. The boss's palm skin was sprayed with saliva mixed with insect corpses, as if it had been sprayed with concentrated sulfuric acid, it quickly rotted and trembled with pain.

He opened the desk drawer, grabbed a handful of powder from a small box, and sprinkled it on the wound. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he saw a large number of tiny maggots drilled out of the wound and fell to the ground. They died after a few moves...

After doing this, come to the shrine.

Cut the palm with a knife, drip the blood on Gumantong's head, and make a soft voice: "Good baby, it doesn't hurt or hurt, let's ignore this person... Daddy gave you something to eat, is it delicious?" , soon you will be able to completely get rid of this old body and be free..."

The smell of the room is really top.

The corpses of bugs, blood, ashes, and the rotting smell of a large number of unknown objects are mixed together, even if a normal person smells it, he will kneel on the ground and vomit.

The boss managed to comfort the crying Gumantong.

When he turned around, the blood in his eyes became more obvious. He just dripped a few drops of blood on Gumantong's body, making him look about two or three years older in an instant.

He took out the gauze and wrapped it around his injured hand, his eyes were cold: "My sister's head-down technique is still so powerful, and my younger brother is completely incomparable, whether it is 30 years ago or 30 years later, but don't treat my Guman again." Tong has made a move, if you and I turn against each other, it is really not certain who will die...

It doesn't matter if I'm alone, sister, you still have a precious son, Changgui, and you don't want to put your son in a shrine as an offering, do you? "

Changgui's mother looked directly into his eyes, and said after a while, "Gumantong is a ghost, but if you raise it as a haunting ghost, its current ability may be comparable to that of the ghost master...

What are you going to do, I can pretend that I didn't see it, but if I attack Changgui, hehe! "

The boss didn't seem to hear the last half of the sentence, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "Master Ghost? Are you comparing that thing to my precious Gumantong? It's just a fierce spirit sealed in a statue, and My Gumantong will be able to move freely without its body..."

Changgui's mother didn't want to continue chatting with him and got up to leave.

The boss chased after the door and said hoarsely: "Sister, I don't mind that you hurt the Gumantong, but those young people in your family must get one to enter the underworld within three days as an introduction, otherwise my ghost haunting can't be fully exerted." ! After this matter is completed, Gumantong is completely formed, and I will not go to you again..."

Changgui's mother didn't speak.

She pushed open the door of the bookstore, stepped on the bicycle and rode slowly towards home.

Following her departure in the bookstore room, the Gumanthong in the shrine let out deafening weeping, the boss's face became ferocious, he cut the wound again, blood spilled on Gumanthong's body without money, and there was a weird laugh Mixed with the crying of the baby, it adds a bit of ferocity to this early morning...

None of them found out.

In the corner outside the bookstore.

There was a young man squatting under the window, it was Chen Shishi.

In his hand, he tightly held the evil charm drawn in blood, trying to minimize his sense of existence. He could hear everything that happened in the room between Changgui's mother and the shop owner just now.

Chen Shichu even heard them mention a familiar name, Master Ghost. To his surprise, Changgui's mother and the owner of the bookstore are still siblings, and neither of them is easy-going.

It's just that he has a small question, why do the two people from Sawadika country use the language of Huahua country in private conversation?Do you know you're eavesdropping, or is there some other reason?

(End of this chapter)