Doctor of Healing

In addition, several boys were talking and laughing, so "I" didn't notice this problem at the time.

The general teacher is very heavy, and four strong male students are carrying it on a stretcher. "I" feel that the general teacher weighs at least 300 kilograms.

I don't know why the general teacher is so heavy.

"Oh, it's not easy." The fairy-like old man sighed and squinted his eyes to look at "myself". His eyes were so bright that Ji Xiang panicked.

After a long time, the immortal old man said, "It is said that a young man of this age is full of yang energy, and ordinary evil spirits can't get on his body. But the more he is like this, the stronger the evil spirits on his upper body will be. I can't guarantee it, so try your best. "

"Thank you master, thank you master."

The middle-aged woman should be "my" mother. Ji Xiang saw her take a thick envelope and hand it to the master with both hands.

A young man next to the immortal old man took the envelope and weighed it.

"It can only be said to try. I am already old, but I can't guarantee it."

He said, raising his hand.

The mahogany sword appeared in his hand.

The fairy-like old man stood up, muttering something, and brandishing the mahogany sword.

Unlike martial arts postures, he seems to be dancing, with gentle movements, and some clips even show the flexibility of his soft waist.

For his age, this is already a difficult move.

Soon, the old man with a sense of demeanor put his left middle finger and index finger together, and said in his mouth, "Hey!"

The voice was urgent, loud, and thunderous.At the same time, the mahogany sword "suddenly" passed by Ji Xiang's ear, and the faint sound of wind and thunder made Ji Xiang jump.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ji Xiang was taken aback, although he was in the bystander mode, he was still frightened.

There were bloodstains faintly on the mahogany sword, but more blood appeared on the old man's body.

A Chinese-style double-breasted blouse was caught at some point with five scratches, and it was stained with blood.

Coupled with the fact that the old man vomited blood on the spot, a strange and gloomy atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction where the mahogany sword was stabbed in the old man's hand just now, but found nothing.

Although Ji Xiang is a complete materialist and does not believe in ghosts and gods, but seeing the tragic situation of the immortal old man with his own eyes at this time, he can't help feeling suspicious.

But Jixiang still thinks that this master is from Xibei, and he seems to have seen everything he witnessed just now in some book.

"Master!" "My" mother exclaimed.

"No problem." The immortal old man covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then took out a pill from his bosom and ate it.

After a few minutes, he sighed deeply.

"The evil spirit was temporarily injured by me, but it has profound powers. I can't completely subdue the demon, I can only temporarily suppress it."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman panicked, "Then what should I do!"

"Wait for me to recuperate for a few days." The immortal old man said, "It's really not possible. Come back after a while, and I will ask the teacher to use the talisman to subdue the demon."

"My" mother kept expressing her gratitude, and it seemed that she was about to kneel down.

After leaving, Jixiang carefully recalled the situation just now, all the actions of the old man were flawless, even if Jixiang was wearing colored glasses to find faults, he couldn't find out where the problem was at all.

eccentric!

The scratches on the master's body, the blood on the mahogany sword, and the blood spitting out of his mouth... These all silently proved the tragedy of "that battle".

But Ji Xiang felt that the master was lying.

Chapter 228 Blindfold Your Eyes, Let You Guess Who I Am

When I got home, "I" locked "I" in the room, looked at the mirror stupidly, without blinking my eyes, for fear of missing something.

Ji Xiang felt silently, his shoulders seemed to be a little heavy, and he really seemed to be sitting alone.

But the "self" in the mirror is a bit haggard, but there is nothing on the shoulders, and nothing can be seen at all.

Frame by frame flashed before Ji Xiang's eyes.

Peach Wood Sword

Blood

scratches

It's all like acting, and that's the only thing that makes sense.

but!

Physical discomfort, the left shoulder is slightly lower and heavy, and the feeling of sitting alone is very strong.

Through personal experience, Jixiang can confirm that these feelings are not hysteria or mental illness, but a real feeling.

what is the problem?

Is it possible that there is a little girl sitting on his shoulders?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang shuddered.

Jixiang recalled what the system NPC had said to him when he was close to empathizing with him, and he was a little confused.

what is the problem!

"I" also seems to have this question. He was not afraid of ghosts before, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in front of the mirror and staring at himself in the mirror, looking at his left shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, "I" felt some soreness in my eyes, so I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes.

But at this moment, a gust of cool wind blew across his neck, gloomy, and Ji Xiang vaguely heard a sigh from somewhere.

The voice is not loud, but it seems to be whispering in his own ear.

The wind brought up by the sigh is cold and deep into the bone marrow, as if being brought into the body.

Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and Ji Xiang felt cold on the soles of his feet.

What the hell is this empathy for him? !

If he hadn't experienced many diseases, Ji Xiang would think that this must be a prank, a substitute for a horror movie.

"I" was also taken aback, jumped up deftly, and got into the quilt with precision, shivering.

It seemed absurd that the elders were scared and hid under the quilt, but Ji Xiang took it seriously.

Sure enough, the quilt is an agreement between humans and ghosts, and they cannot attack if they get under the quilt.

His body gradually warmed up, and he was not as scared as before, but Jixiang couldn't figure out what was going on.

In the fear, "I" didn't feel sleepy at all, and always felt that there was a child sitting on the bed watching me.

But every time I looked over, I couldn't see anything.

This feeling is quite bad, and Ji Xiangming knows it's wrong, but all the feelings are so real.It's not a mental illness. After confirming this point, Ji Xiang felt a little ashamed when he thought of talking about the diagnosis with Meng Qingfei or the system NPC.

However, he was ashamed and couldn't bear the feeling of horror. Ji Xiang regretted coming to participate in this empathy.

The sky was dim, and "I" was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes.Although I don't want to sleep in my heart, I can't resist my biological instinct.

"I" fell asleep unconsciously.

Although Ji Xiang clearly knew that the premise was impossible, he was also surrounded by fear, and his firm consciousness began to waver.

Since it is not a mental illness, is there really something evil?

If he could see the system panel, Ji Xiang highly doubted that his mental power had been consumed a lot and was close to being exhausted.

It's really hard, no wonder "myself" looks so bad.

Half asleep and half awake, a gust of cool wind blows.

In the back of the head, it's like someone is blowing on your own neck.

阴寒

ice forest

"Myself" and Ji Xiang woke up instantly. At this moment, even Ji Xiang was sure that there was a person sitting behind him, and he was blowing on himself.

"Cuckoo~"

There was a weird laugh.

It's not an illusion, it's real!Ji Xiang's whole body tensed up, but he couldn't do anything. His frightened mind went blank and his body couldn't move.

I don't know how long it took, the laughter continued intermittently, and the cold wind blowing from the back of the neck intermittently.

Ji Xiang didn't know why a picture flashed in his mind, a little girl in a bright red dress was sitting behind "myself", blowing on "my" neck as if playing around, giggling, just playing are happy.

If she turned her head to the left, she would dodge to the right; if she turned her head to the right, she would dodge to the left.

The air in the bedroom froze into ice, as if being in an ice bank, "I" began to shiver.

The stiff muscles kept spasming, the upper and lower teeth collided, and the sound of rattling broke the silence.

"I" seems to be quite courageous, so I boldly turn my head back suddenly.

The little girl in the red dress who was bleeding from the seven orifices in the imagination did not exist, and there was still a blank space around her.

And the giggles and the cold air from the back of the neck still came intermittently.

Night fell, darkness enveloped.

"Myself" sat up and waved his hands back, trying to grab the little girl there.

But caught an empty, nothing.

"Brother, play with me."

A faint voice came from Jixiang's ear, and at the same time a gust of cold wind blew by.

The wind was not strong, but it was extremely cold, as if the little girl who spoke had no temperature at all.

"I don't play, don't look for me!" "Myself" suddenly shouted.

The voice was shrill, with a crying voice.

"Guess who I am."

A pair of small hands cover the eyes, but these hands seem to be between the substance and the transparency, the eyes are covered, but only the clarity of the vision is imaged.

"I don't want it!" "I" stood up abruptly and turned on the light.

The white lights became cold and gloomy, without any warmth.

There is a feeling of heavy weight on the left shoulder. It seems that Ji Xiang can confirm that there is indeed a person sitting there.

And it's not an adult, she's a little girl!

It's the little girl who just wanted to play hide-and-seek with her!

She covered "own" eyes with her cold little hands, but her hands were translucent and could not completely block "own" sight.

What the hell is this!

Ji Xiang was overwhelmed by infinite fear.

It wasn't a nightmare, if it was, I would have woken up now.

"I" also had the same thought, looking sideways at the left shoulder, but there was still nothing there.

His legs trembled, and he walked to the mirror like a walking dead.

"I" lowered my head, wrestling with two different emotions of wanting to see and fear of seeing.

Afraid to look up and really see a girl in a red dress, bleeding from all seven orifices, with cold hands sitting on her shoulders, her pale hands covering her eyes.

He tried hard to contain his emotions, and suddenly raised his head.

in the mirror

There is only my own figure, and there is no "imaginary" little girl at all.

but

Her left eye was hazy, and the translucent hand was still covering her eyes, and she was still playing games with herself.