This incident is just one of them. I also broke out in junior high school because of some things. That time I also had some blood stains in my hands. I found that with every outbreak, my bloodthirsty situation became more and more serious. Of course, I was also very calm. This situation is called schizophrenia in medicine, and of course I deny this very much.

Looking at the female ghost crawling in, the atmosphere and the shape were really scary, especially the long hair was covered with the floor, and I couldn't see my face. I crawled over with a little bit, and it happened even more terrifyingly. Red liquid flowed out from the ground where the woman crawled over.

People say that they don’t do bad things, and they are not afraid of ghosts calling! My buddy dare not say that I am a gentleman, but I have never done bad things here. Maybe it’s an illusion, but it’s true, it’s almost the same as the ghost pressing the bed last night. My eyes are slowly red, and the fear that I have forgotten is that when the female ghost is about to climb to my feet, the knife in my hand takes action.

A white light flashed, and my knife slashed hard on the female ghost's neck. I wanted to see if this was true or false... I have to say that it felt, but it was not that real. This scimitar was very sharp, but it might not necessarily cut off a living person's head, or my strength was not enough to do this. The feeling of my slashing the female ghost was like cutting off a sponge soft stick.

Puff! My knife had already passed through the female ghost's neck. I guess that thing didn't expect that I would do it, and it was still stiff! I immediately retreated and continued to stare at the thing in front of me. If this thing was really a ghost, my ability was not enough to kill her. But what I didn't expect was that a burst of blue smoke rose from the female ghost, and it seemed that I could hear the cry of animals outside from outside, and the female ghost in front of me disappeared.

I looked at the knife in my hand, then looked at the empty room in front of me, and the rippling door just now, as if I was wandering just now, I could clearly feel the real existence.

By the way, my brother, I'm all ready to do a big fight. Are you finished now? Keep waiting, there is no movement, ten minutes? Still no movement! An hour has passed, and there are already insects outside this time. It's over? I'll go!

It’s not that I’m pretentious, it’s like a man taking off his pants and finding out that the woman just took a shower and left! It’s definitely not up or down.

Although it was okay, I really couldn't sleep anymore. Just like yesterday until dawn, I thought a lot that night. Did I see it a ghost at night? Why could the knife in my hand cut that thing? When I was a child, I heard an old man in my hometown tell a legend.

In ancient times, the executioner's sword was generally used to shake the house, and it was very valuable after the executioner's death? The old man said, because this sword cuts countless heads in his life, and the evil spirits are very strong, and ordinary lonely ghosts are very scared. Among the people killed by the executioner, many of them are unjust dead ghosts. Such people have a particularly resentful spirit after death, but the energy of the blade will suppress these resentful souls, and over the years, a new evil will form, which is the evil spirit with ghosts that will turn into another evil spirit that will suppress the ghosts.

Just like there are often antidotes in places where you have been bitten by poisonous snakes, the principle of mutual generation and restraint with the yang is also here. So if the knife in my hand also has such evil, can it be said that the second uncle has killed someone with this knife? It is impossible to think about it. Even if a person is fierce, today is not as good as before. Now it is a society with a very sound legal system, and it is impossible to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Wait? I seem to have entered a misunderstanding. Who said that I must kill people? Everything has a spirit. Think about where this place is and how powerful the second uncle is, I have an idea in my mind. If I guess correctly, this should be the case.

The next day when Lao Si got up, I didn't say anything about yesterday. Just pretended that nothing happened. First, I didn't want Lao Si to worry, and second, I thought he would believe what I said. So I said nothing happened last night, and I was worried about it all night. Lao Si didn't think much about it and believed it.

Now I also have my own ideas. Since I can defeat the other person once, I can defeat the other person twice. If it really comes to the day when the other person is dying, I won’t give it in vain.

I was relatively safe in the next few days. Apart from the occasional small movements and whispering me in a low voice, the horror that day did not happen. I gradually relaxed my vigilance, and school started in ten days, so my fourth brother and I could stay in Inner Mongolia for up to seven or eight days.

Today, Lao Si and I were going to a winery. When we came to Inner Mongolia, we couldn’t take any specialties back. My dad was a person who likes to drink very much. Lao Si’s family has prepared a serving of local specialties for me, such as dairy products, beef jerky, etc. They are all made by hand by themselves, and they are definitely clean and delicious outside.

Now I just want to buy some handmade wine. As an Inner Mongolian, how could I not know whose wine is good? Today, Lao Si led me to this winery with a brand name.

It is not very large in scale, and it is even more a workshop, which is not the kind of electrical equipment, it is completely handmade, and ordinary wine workers are making wine by shouting and calling.

"Oh, isn't this a little boy from the Old Shi family? Why did you come here today?" The man who came out was about fifty years old, with white hair and very good spirits.

"Grandpa Kurza, of course I am here to buy wine. This is my classmate. I want to buy wine for his father. I thought to our house, can you take out two jars of good wine to sell to me?" The fourth brother smiled.

"Boy, I have two jars. Do you have that much money? But depending on your father's face, I'll dig a jar of good wine for you later to take it away. You two don't have a good thing. Every time you come, I think about my little wine. How is your father's health now?"

"It's very good. I really care about the wine in your old man's hand every day. You said that you buried so much good wine underground every year and didn't take a jar out. When will you drink it?"

"Hahaha! I can drink it whenever I want. There is no need for you guys, you guys to worry about it. Come on, I'll take you guys to get the wine."

The fourth brother, I, and the old man named Kurza, walked back. When I came in, I found that the old man had many trees in his backyard, which looked more like a small wood. The old man was very good at choosing a place.
Chapter completed!