"It's you?"

The gray and white fog began to slowly fade away, and familiar objects such as doors, walkways, light bulbs, old furniture and other items began to reveal some traces.

After dozens of seconds, the gray and white mist that covered everything completely disappeared without a trace. The He family seemed to have returned to the normal world, with only the broken door and the few people lying on the ground showing that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Liang Baiqing was half lying on the ground, gasping heavily, staring at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared in the room, looking alert, and then he struggled to find a yellow talisman from his waist, mixed with his fingertips.

When Zhang Jiao turned around and saw his appearance, Liang Baiqing shouted in surprise, "It's you?"

"It's me."

Zhang Jiao turned around and looked at the bloody stains below his ears, his right hand and most of his body were charred, and his fist was covered in blood and blood. Liang Baiqing, who could see the bones, nodded slightly and said indifferently.

"Do you need my help?"

Liang Baiqing's expression moved when he heard this, his expression changed slightly. After thinking for a while, he slowly said in a very polite tone, "Don't bother you now. This little thing is not a problem, I can handle it."

After saying that, he struggled for a moment, stood up with great effort, and said with a smile, "Look, it's not a big deal."

Zhang Jiao looked at the cold sweat that kept oozing from his forehead, and said nothing more. He disappeared into the old house of the He family while his body was floating.

Time passed by minute by minute, Liang Baiqing stood there, sweat on his forehead dripping like water drops, soaking most of his collar.

Until seven or eight minutes later, after confirming that Zhang Jiao had really left, he could no longer hold back that breath and lay down straight.

Before he fell, he was still intact and slowly pinched the spell and unraveled the puppet curse that had been placed on his junior brother Lin Boying.

A few minutes later, Lin Boying, who was staggering on the side, walked over staggeringly and half lying beside his senior brother. After confirming that he was not in danger of his life, he ran into the room and looked at the girl lying on the ground.

After a little test, Lin Boying gently carried her back to the bed, with a gratified smile on his face, and then turned back to take care of his senior brother.

Although the girl fell into a coma, she was not in danger of her life. She fainted now because she had just been eroded by a large amount of Yin Qi. She only needed to do a ritual to remove the Yin and evil spirits, and then cultivate for two years. She could be considered as an explanation to He’s father and mother.

However, how could the left-minded sorcerer appear here just now? He seems to know his senior brother.

Lin Boying was full of questions, but now is not the time to pursue these things. If he doesn't save him, Quan Shengdao is probably the only one who is left.

On the other hand, after leaving the He family's old house.

In the old house on the roadside of Chengzhong Village, Danlin old district, many households have lighted up at home, and many conversations can be heard vaguely. Couples and parents are asking if they have thunder or have nightmares just now.

"It seems that they can't sleep in the second half of the night today, so it's good to spend time with me."

Zhang Jiao looked at the light that was not going to go out and thought to himself.

He staggered on the old and old road.

The street lights on both sides of the old road have been disrepair for a long time, and there is only a telephone pole with dim lights that is far away.

Zhang Jiao's figure loomed between the dark and dim lights, and occasionally stayed between half light and half dark for a while.

From a distance, it looks like a wandering ghost, particularly cunning.

Of course, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a lonely ghost.

At this moment, on Zhang Jiao's face and body, gray and white breaths kept wriggling on his skin like insects. Occasionally, two collisions hit the place where they were drilled and immediately felt a torn pain. The skin on the surface was immediately torn apart, and the invisible gray and white breath quietly floated out of the wound.

In his pupils, countless blood-colored words kept floating, one by one, turning their eyes into blood-red and turning them in their eye sockets, one after another, and continued to speed up, making people afraid that it would fall out in the next second.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were spinning, and the entire vision was constantly rolling, turning around, making him feel disgusting and wanting to die.

The two evil spirits in their bodies seemed to sense his thoughts and became more and more rampant.

"Pride, stop persevering, aren't you really uncomfortable?"

"Relax, close your eyes and lie down! Then there will be no more pain."

"Come on, give up. You are humans, they are not humans, and humans cannot fight monsters. Don't hold on."

The gentle whispers, like mothers, kept echoing in his heart, seducing him to give up resistance.

Zhang Jiao slowly stopped under a dim light, his two bright red eyes slowly narrowed, looking at the telephone poles covered with white skin, beautiful and expensive children, and other small advertisements such as body odor and venereal diseases, and then turned sideways and leaned over.

A rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, bright and cheerful.

"Bah, my mother won't say anything to me to give up. She wishes me to fight for the people ahead of me. When I was in school, I compared my grades and after graduation, I compared my work. I had to compare my blind dates with my friend's girlfriend. I have been competing forever for a lifetime. Will she let me give up? Dream!"

"Remember, my name is Zhang Jiao! The proud Jiao! She forced this name on my household registration in front of my grandparents."

It seemed that he had sensed his determination, the sense of separation in his body gradually faded, the pupils in his eyes no longer circulated, and the blood began to fade away.

The strange feeling on the body actually disappeared in a rare sight.

Zhang Jiao felt so relaxed for the first time in the past ten days. He stood there blankly, his hands spread out, and stretched beautifully. From spirit to body, he seemed to have removed everything.

It's really comfortable!

A cool breeze blew by, and he was so comfortable that he was about to moan.

Zhang Jiao, who was addicted to this moment of comfort, did not notice that a slump of dirty water slowly overflowed under the cool breeze in the low-lying area not far from his feet.

Under the action of the wind, the overflowing water stains began to twist and meander, outlining a twisted pattern.

If you look closely, you will find that the pattern is clearly composed of malicious words such as disaster, disaster, obscene, bad, evil, and disaster.

The cool breeze is getting heavier and stronger. The streets of the old district are like an air inlet. Many miscellaneous garbage are blown away and flying all over the sky. Many billboards hanging above the houses are even creaking by the wind.

By chance, a few torn newspapers flew towards him, and by chance, they covered Zhang Jiao's cheeks.

Zhang Jiao, who was in a state of comfort, reacted slightly slower. When he was about to take the waste paper on his cheek, a huge advertising rack welded from steel bars fell down not far above his head and smashed it at him in some way.

After Zhang Jiao wiped away the waste paper on his face, the oncoming advertising rack had already smashed towards him.

The advertising rack welded by steel bars with a wide slap is even taller than a human being. Looking up, this huge advertising rack is probably no smaller than a car. If a normal person is hit by this thing, he will probably be severely damaged even if he is not dead.

Zhang Jiao instinctively wanted to avoid it, but at this moment, a severe pain suddenly came from his limbs. The blood in his eyes instantly filled his entire vision.

This feeling from extreme comfort to extreme pain seems particularly strong at this moment.

The body twitched instinctively and failed to leave half a step.

Bang!

The sound of steel contact with the ground quickly came out and many residents who were awakened by the roadside poked their heads and looked at the place where the sound was made.

"Damn it! I'll let you sleep tonight!"

Many people who saw that the billboard fell cursed and were secretly glad that they had never passed by during the day.

This thing that should be plague, it’s like making such a big billboard that you’re crazy about money!

At the edge of the street, with the flow of gray and white breath, Zhang Jiao passed through many obstacles like a phantom, and there was a billboard falling not far away under the eaves of the old-fashioned shop doors.

His face was ferocious, his eyes dripped with blood and tears, and he screamed at him.

"You guys like to play like this, right? Come on! Keep going!"

The wind was clattering, and no one answered him, only the old bunks of old wires connected together suddenly broke down on the eaves of the old bungalow.
Chapter completed!