Chapter 172 Aunt Mei Speaks

   Fortunately, the black hard thing on the arm is not too big, and you can't see anything unusual when you put down the sleeves, but it still makes Cheng Jingting angry.

   This is the backlash from the destruction of Yangling. Fortunately, your cyan child is not very strong, otherwise his backlash will be even greater.

"I didn't expect to be killed?!" Cheng Jingting put down his sleeves and said to himself, "Could it be that he is also cultivating spirits? Otherwise, how can he explain that this guy is successful every time he detects spirits? Hmm, or he has special means of eliminating spirits. "

   But Cheng Jingting was not worried, it was just a dead child, and no one could track him down.

  Turning his head to look at a row of earthen pots in the corner, although there are more than a dozen earthen pots here, but there are not many spirits in them, and they are basically "food".

   There are two more children who are also children, but not formed at all.

  For Cheng Jingting, what he is good at is still corpses, but he doesn't have much contact with the real cultivation of spirits, and he only knows a little about the methods.

  In the past, in the video teaching, basically only the basic methods of raising spirits were spoken orally, so that the potential raising spirits in all parts of Huaying could experiment with these methods.

  Now that the child has been wiped out, and he has suffered backlash, he is in a bad mood.

  The girl in pajamas who has been following him has just stayed in the earthen jar vacated by the child for a short time at this moment, and has not been domesticated at all. As long as she is released, she will still think of harming herself at any time.

  Boom boom boom...

   There was a knock on the door.

   Cheng Jingting frowned, stood up and walked to the door, glanced through the cat's eyes, his expression became gloomy.

  The knocking on the door continued.

  He was about to open the door, when suddenly his eyes rolled, he went back to the house and took a clean disposable paper cup, walked to the row of soil pots, opened a pot, dug out some black mucus, and put it in the paper cup.

  After putting the paper cups away, the knock on the door continued intermittently, as if no one opened the door, and it would keep knocking like this.

  At this moment, Cheng Jingting's expression became very natural, and he came to the door and opened it.

  Standing outside the door was the haggard woman in the khaki dress.

  Seeing Cheng Jingting open the door, she immediately asked: "My child, have you seen my child?"

  Cheng Jingting smiled: "This is the 38th time you have come to ask me, um, I seem to have seen it."

  The woman asked the children everywhere in the neighborhood every day, and she had asked everyone tirelessly. But she is very persistent and has been searching almost crazily. Although every time someone else's answer disappoints her, she never thought of giving up.

   This time, she didn't expect to get a completely surprising answer from the neighbor. The eyes that had been dull and dull for a long time suddenly lit up at this moment.

   "You...you saw my child? Did you see my little Su Jie? Where is he?"

   "Come in, I'll tell you when you come in." Cheng Jingting smiled and opened the door a little.

  The woman didn't think about anything else, and hurried in.

  The door closes.

  Cheng Jingting called the young mother to sit down in front of a cloth sofa, and said, "You are tired of looking for children every day. Sit down first, and I will pour you a cup of hot tea."

  Turning his back to her, he picked up the cup that had been prepared earlier and filled with black mucus, put some tea in it, poured hot water, and shook the cup a few times.

  The black mucus melted quickly after encountering hot water, and the water in the cup became very cloudy. At first glance, it seemed that it was not much different from brewed tea.

  Put the water glass in front of the woman, Cheng Jingting sat down opposite her, smiled and said: "Drink some hot water first, and then I will tell you about how I met little Su Jie."

   "Mmm, thank you." The haggard woman picked up the water glass.

  The strong tea smell couldn't cover up another peculiar smell in the water, but she was completely out of the cup at the moment, took two breaths, and quickly took a sip.

  Cheng Jingting's brows stretched, and he stared at her with a smile...

  …

   For a week in a row, Yan Junze didn't go out, but just took good care of his body at home.

  The first time he turned on the "false spirit body" state, he suffered heavy losses. Although he would not die, all functions of his body seemed to be damaged, especially the blood supply.

   Until now, his face is still a little pale.

  Yan Junze believes that he, who is a "half-spirit" in the future, will keep his face pale for a long time.

  A week later, I found an opportunity to go out, deposited the 200,000 yuan in cash into my account, and then transferred 50,000 yuan to my mother Li Man's account.

  The first time you can’t transfer more, otherwise your parents will still be suspicious, and he will transfer a sum of money every once in a while in the future to prove that his source of high income is stable, so don’t let them worry about it.

  Wandering on the street for a long time, thinking that he hadn't seen Aunt Mei for a while, Yan Junze bought a lot of incense candles and returned to Fenghua Community.

   Along the way, he looked at the joss stick in his hand in a daze, thinking to himself that luckily his staple food was blood, not these joss sticks, otherwise, holding the joss stick all day long, what kind of experience it would be.

   After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaomo said that there are other spirit raisers in this world who may also be half-spirits. Their staple food may exceed my understanding, and it may not be more weird.

   Arriving at the underground garage, Yan Junze went straight into the pipe room in the southeast corner with a candle in his arms, and shouted: "Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei, I have brought incense candles for you and the strange baby."

Whizzing…

  Two strange babies rushed out from one of the inner rooms, one of them grabbed Yan Junze's plastic bag filled with incense candles, Yan Junze quickly let go, and the two strange babies dragged the incense candles one after the other and ran to the back room.

   After a while, there was the sound of peeling off the plastic paper and chewing.

  The next second, Aunt Mei, with slender limbs and a bloated body, walked out of the door of the back room staggeringly, and looked at Yan Junze with an amiable smile.

   "Aunt Mei, how are you doing these days?" Yan Junze said with a playful smile.

  Suddenly, he noticed that the smile on Aunt Mei's face was shrinking, disappearing bit by bit.

   Then Aunt Mei stretched out her arm, which became longer and longer. The person did not move, but the arm passed through almost the entire distance of the outer room and rested on Yan Junze's shoulder.

  Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, he didn't dare to move, let alone resist, he just looked at the hand on his shoulder, and then looked at Aunt Mei in surprise.

"you've changed."

  The corpse lady's lips didn't move, but this was the first time he heard the corpse lady's words, as if they echoed directly in his mind.

   "You...you can talk?" Yan Junze was surprised.

  The corpse lady nodded, but her lips still did not move. Her words sounded in Yan Junze's mind again: "Spiritual body...dangerous...don't use it."

   "Damn it." Yan Junze was stunned, "Aunt Mei, do you see that I have become a 'half-spirit'? Yes, a fake spirit body. I accidentally triggered a fake spirit body a few days ago."

   "Don't use it... otherwise... it's a true spirit." The corpse woman's voice was intermittent, "There is no medicine...to save it."

   "So powerful?" Yan Junze was surprised.

  The corpse woman's speech is concise and to the point, that is to say, if she uses the fake spirit body many times, then Yan Junze will become really weird in the future, and there is no cure for it.

  In fact, since the first time the false spirit was triggered, Yan Junze himself had a feeling that as long as he wanted to, in the current state, he could trigger the false spirit again at any time.

   But he was also very worried, this thing doesn't seem to be good for him, just like what Zhang Xiaomo said, if it is triggered many times, there will definitely be strong sequelae.

   "Aunt Mei, my fake spirit body was planted by that ghost-shaping monster you saw last time. Do you have any way to get rid of it?" Yan Junze asked hurriedly.

  The corpse woman shook her head, but still said two words: "Neutralization."

   Ask my friend to give out red envelopes, everyone eat more rice dumplings and grab more red envelopes!

  (end of this chapter)