Possessed by evil spirits?

Zhang Biao's heart moved and he slowed down.

In the past, he would have scoffed at the idea of ​​being possessed by evil spirits, thinking it was the foolish talk of the common people.

But now, we pay special attention to it.

Tutu Temple, Guitouliu, Sanyang Sutra...

There is no doubt that the spiritual energy of this world has revived. Could it be that something evil has appeared again?

In order to avoid alerting others, Zhang Biao pretended not to hear and squatted in front of another stall to check.

Sure enough, the old man glanced at his back warily and saw him asking the stall owner opposite for a price, so he quickly closed the stall and left in a hurry with the skinny young man.

An old man and a young man left Jixianfang, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked quickly towards the south of the city.

Zhang Biao naturally followed secretly.

Unknowingly, we arrived at Yongdingfang.

Zhang Biao frowned slightly and stopped.

The north of Yujing city is poor and the south is poor. If Anzhenfang where he is located is a civilian area, this is a refugee shanty town.

This Yongding Square is close to the city wall and is named after the entrance of Yongding Canal in the square.

In the early days of the founding of Daliang, although 108 squares were built in Yujing City, the population at that time was sparse and it was still a wild forest. There were even stories of tigers and wolves occupying and eating people. You can imagine its remoteness.

Nowadays, refugees and beggars gather together, the dirt roads are full of potholes, sewage flows across the streets, and all pedestrians are wearing tattered clothes and unkempt hair.

Although Zhang Biao changed into plain clothes, his figure was upright, clean and tidy, and he suddenly became a little conspicuous.

Sure enough, there are already evil eyes staring at me from the secret.

Zhang Biao glanced briefly and turned into the dark alley.

Several beggars squatting on the street corner quickly stood up, glanced at each other, and followed in with sharp knives in hand.

There is no one in the dark alley filled with debris.

On the high wall of the square, Zhang Biao had already shaken slightly, put away the hook, lowered his body and moved forward as fast as a civet...

……

In the dilapidated compound, garbage is piled messily in the corner.

The roof of the tiled house is covered with wormwood, half of the earthen wall has collapsed, and even the beams are cracked and covered with spider webs.

No matter how you look at it, it’s an abandoned house.

But in the courtyard, there were more than a dozen children gathered, some big and small, all dressed in tatters and unkempt.

Their eyes were horrified as they looked at the dead trees in the courtyard.

On the tree trunk, a young man with a scarred head was tied up with a hemp rope. His hands and feet could not move, his face was distorted, and he was smiling stupidly.

"Grandpa is back!"

As the old man entered the door, the teenagers immediately gathered around.

The old man didn't talk nonsense. He looked at the tied up scabby boy and said with a gloomy expression, "Tell me, what's going on?"

A young man with a calm face said: "Master, please don't blame me, the little leper didn't mean it."

"Something was wrong with him when he woke up this morning. He kept saying that someone was calling him in the warehouse, and then he got in and touched a visible object, and that's what happened."

When the old man heard this, he became furious.

Snap!

He slapped the young man who had replied hard and sent him flying out. He glanced around fiercely and said in a cold voice: "How many times have I told you that I am the only one who can enter the warehouse?"

"You are all white-eyed wolves. If I hadn't taken care of you, you would have starved to death. You haven't learned your skills yet, and you are thinking of rebelling!"

The teenagers were all trembling, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

In the dark alley outside the hospital, Zhang Biao stood against the wall and followed a hole to see clearly what was going on inside.

This is a bunch of rubbish.

Tomb robbing is a job that involves many accidents and dangers.

When some old thieves are older, they usually gather beggars, give them a mouthful of food, and teach them some rudimentary skills.

When working, someone looks out, someone goes to the grave, and someone is responsible for digging holes. There is a clear division of labor.

These young men are called disciples, but in fact they are all tools of the old thief. When they encounter the trap in the tomb, life and death depend on their lives.

Only the clever ones will slowly learn the craft, escape and go it alone, or outlast the old thieves and become the leader.

Generations have grown up like this.

Of course, these teenagers are not simple either.

From a young age, I have experienced the warmth and warmth of the world, and have been looked down upon by all kinds of eyes. All of them are as hard-hearted as iron, cunning and cruel.

If the old thief cannot control himself, he will immediately suffer backlash.

As expected, this old country rat ignored the scabby young man who was suspected of being possessed by evil spirits and giggled. Instead, he asked coldly: "Which exposed weapon did he use?"

The boy who had just been beaten struggled to get up, his face was swollen and purple, but he did not dare to show any resentment. Instead, he bowed his head respectfully and said: "Master, it's the bronze mirror we found in the Snake Temple."

"You said that thing was unlucky and probably worthless, so you just kept throwing it in the corner of the warehouse."

"Is that that thing?"

The old thief looked at an earthen house with uncertain eyes, and then sneered: "I've spent my whole life eating dead people's food. No matter how weird the gadget is, it's just a trap to scare people."

"This little leper, his hands and feet are not clean on weekdays. It is probably the leprosy that oozes pus into his brain. He is stupid."

As he said that, he looked at the beaten boy and threw out a bunch of keys, "Xiaotian, go and take out the bronze mirror."

"Ah?"

"Ah what, be quick!"

The beaten boy's face was filled with bitterness, but he did not dare to disobey. He picked up the key and walked into the room tremblingly.

This kid was also a bit shrewd. He tore off his tattered clothes, pulled the bronze mirror over with a stick, wrapped it up, ran out, and threw it on the ground.

Gululu...

The bronze mirror rolled down, and everyone quickly stepped back.

Zhang Biao also looked along the cracks in the wall.

It was a palm-sized bronze mirror, facing down, and only the backside could be seen with complicated patterns, including talismans and ghost faces.

No matter how you look at it, it is not something that normal people use.

"Grandpa."

The boy holding the mirror was full of fear, "This... this mirror is as cold as ice!"

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the old thief became slightly embarrassed.

His eyes were uncertain, he hesitated for a long time, and then suddenly said: "In our business, we have to be careful about sailing for thousands of years. If something weird happens, just throw it away as soon as possible."

As he said that, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "We are not lucky enough to tolerate this thing. Old Ghost Liu must like it very much."

"Xiaotian, throw the mirror at his door so no one can see it!"

The young man who was beaten had a bitter look on his face, he picked up the bronze mirror in his tattered clothes and ran out of the broken courtyard.

He turned left and right and came to another deserted old alley. He didn't bother to check it, threw down the bronze mirror and turned around to leave.

Phew~

Accompanied by the sound of wind in his clothes, Zhang Biao fell from the wall, casually pulled a piece of ragged mat, wrapped up the bronze mirror and left quickly...

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Bang bang bang...

As soon as he returned home, Zhang Biao made almost the same move as the boy, throwing the mirror on the ground.

Without him, this mirror is weird.

Even across the straw mat, there seems to be a chill spreading down the arms, making people feel chilly.

Zhang Biao touched his palms and looked solemn.

The temperature in the palm of the hand has not changed. Just like when I checked the ghost tou Liu before, this coolness directly affects the spirit.

Could it be related to the spiritual world?

After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and started to use the eyes of spiritual vision.

Sure enough, the operation was a bit sluggish.

But to Zhang Biao's surprise, although his forehead was cold, there was no abnormality as when he inspected Guitouliu.
To be continued...