"Qi Hei Bird hit a ghost." Several men who looked like they were fearless and fearless on weekdays were trembling at this time. "The army has also hit a ghost, and the army has been scared to death. Qi Hei Bird hit a ghost."

"What's going on?" Huang Ya took a breath of air conditioning.

"Didn't Dajun and the others send a hanged ghost to the charity village? As a result, the female corpse slept beside Dajun in the middle of the night, and her clothes were changed, clean, and she didn't spit out her tongue... Dajun was so scared that he screamed in the middle of the night. When others plucked up the courage to go to his room to see, they only found a red shoe on the feet of the female corpse."

One of the men plucked up the courage to say this, his face turned pale and his mouth and tongue were as if he was knotted. He couldn't continue to say so he could only push the man next to him with his hands.

The man said in a trembling voice: "As a result, the female ghost also arrived at Qi Hei Niao's house. Qi Hei Niao fainted from fear. When he woke up, he found a red dress hanging on the beam of his bed. He was scared and sick. He sent it to the doctor and said that he would not be cured for a while."

"Is this kind of thing actually there?"

Huang Ya's hands were a little unstable. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there anything strange in the charity village?"

"No, there is nothing strange at all. But those people didn't dare to go there after hearing about Qi Hei Niao and the others."

"Grass!"

Huang Ya cursed, and before he could say anything, suddenly a very handsome monk came over the street not far away.

The monk came over, looked at Huang Ya and others for a few glances, shook his head, and said, "Dear donors, I see you are full of resentment, I'm afraid you have caused some cause and effect and were targeted by the evil ghost."

"What!" Huang Ya looked at the monk and thought that this should be a powerful monk with extraordinary temperament, but when he heard the other party's words, he was so scared that his face turned pale, "Master, how can he solve it?"

"Do more good deeds."

The monk pondered for a moment, as if he had calculated in his heart, "Stop making enemies with others, do three good deeds a day, and it will be solved in three years."

"What?"

Huang Ya and his group were both surprised and difficult.

Do you have to do three good things a day, and it takes three years to solve this evil spirit?

"Is there any other way?" Huang Ya asked with a glimmer of hope.

The monk shook his head.

"This evil ghost is very fierce. As long as you do less than three good deeds a day and accumulate merit, you will come to seek revenge at night."

Huang Ya has to say something more.

However, the men screamed and looked at the back of his feet like a ghost.

Huang Ya looked back and was so scared that she almost threw herself into the monk's arms.

He was next to a red embroidered shoe next to his heel.

"Dear donors, please do your own things."
Chapter completed!