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Text Chapter 195. [Case 22] An old punch

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    I didn't have time to think too much. Now that I realized that the two hands grabbing me were ghost hands, I started to be rude.  If it were a living person, I might have problems if I hit them randomly, but since it was a ghost hand, I didn't have to show any mercy, so I raised my right hand. In my left hand, I was originally holding a piece of rope-head nail.  , I took the rope-tipped nail from my left hand with my right hand, and with all my strength, I drove the nail into the lotus with a very awkward posture towards the ghost hand holding my left hand.  This trick is very useful. When I just stabbed the ghost hand, I noticed that Uncle Liang's body shook violently. It looked like a patient who needed to be rescued and was being shocked.  The ghost hand quickly opened its fingers and prepared to retract into the quilt.  I took advantage of the victory and pricked it a few more times as it retracted. Every time I pricked it, Uncle Liang's body would vibrate.  I think I need to explain that in many cases, ghosts are not necessarily touchable to us living people, even if they are visible.  Because they do not belong to the same world after all, when living people unconsciously come into contact with ghosts, the most common situation is that they penetrate each other. For us, the ghost at this moment is just a shadow, or a fantasy.  , it does not really exist. It is seen by us just because it wants to be seen by us.  But like what I encountered this time, the situation is a bit special.  If you want to establish communication between ghosts and people, you usually need a medium, such as a psychic, such as a jitong, or some props that can be used for communication, such as coins, pens, small plates, etc.  But if there is direct communication between the two through these media, the situation is usually more serious, which means that at least one of the two parties is hostile to the other, or has a strong need for the other to serve them.  Get something done.  Obviously, the owner of the ghost hand in front of me has nothing to do with me. The arrival of Hu Zongren and I is actually full of randomness, and it is impossible for it to ask for anything from me.  But Uncle Liang is just an old man, honest and honest, and has no grievances with others, but he was haunted by ghosts and became like this.  If this is really asking for help, I find it hard to believe it.  Then there is only one possibility left, this ghost hand will attack anyone who makes it feel threatened.  From the very beginning, when Sister Liang encountered her father in a strange situation in the middle of the night, the ghost hand appeared for the first time.  Next is Hu Zongren, and then it¡¯s me. Anyone who approaches this bed and wants to help Uncle Liang will be attacked by it to varying degrees. So in this way, its purpose is to prevent us from helping Uncle Liang.  , from this level, our hostile relationship has actually been established for a long time.  But when my rope-tipped nail pierced the ghost's hand several times in a row, the feeling from the nail on my hand was more like a sharp nail being pierced into a thick-skinned watermelon. When it first came into contact,  It is quite difficult and I can feel obvious resistance. After the figure breaks through this layer of defense, it will become smoother, but it seems that there is nothing inside. After a few pricks, the feeling of this ghost hand is even more  It's like a state with a hollow in the middle.  I have never looked at ghosts as carefully as medical anatomy. Most of my understanding and knowledge of ghosts come from the experience passed down from generation to generation by my predecessors. If you are not a professional like us, you may see ghosts as many times in your lifetime.  So just a few times, sometimes I don't even know whether what I saw was a human or a ghost.  Although our work cannot be said to be a matter of life or death at every turn, compared to many people sitting in offices, we are considered a very high-risk industry.  So every time I see a ghost, even if the type of ghost is known within my knowledge, I still feel full of unknown horror.  I saw that one of the ghost hands had retracted, while the other one was still holding on to my clothes.  Just when I was about to repeat my old trick, picking up the nail and driving it into that hand, it suddenly let go of me, and then reached out and grabbed the hand I was driving into. At that moment, it was like  I punched a ball of sponge soaked in water so hard that I couldn't exert any strength at all. Even retracting my hand seemed so difficult.  Hu Zongren witnessed everything that happened in this short period of time. He started to rush over to help, so I used my left hand to hold my right hand, trying to raise my hand a little higher. When Hu Zongren's hand reached about the distance between me and  When the ghost hand was below, I suddenly let go of my hand holding the rope head nail.  The rope-tack fell vertically and was caught by Hu Zongren.  I said to Hu Zongren, quickly, wrap this rope around its hand!  I don¡¯t know if it was my standard Chongqing dialect that this ghost understood. Just as I finished speaking and Hu Zongren was winding the rope, it suddenly let go of my hand and started, just like before.  He retracted towards the quilt, but Hu Zongren moved one step faster and quickly wrapped the ghost hand's wrist, and then Hu Zongren shouted, "I caught the scene"?What to do?  I won't play with your rope!  I said pull it out!  The red rope nailed to the end of the rope has been processed by spirit binding. Since starting more than 20 cases in the Xuanyuan Society, I have gradually realized that the red rope I originally used to defend myself and block the entry and exit of ghosts no longer works. Even the spirit binding  The red rope has been broken free by ghosts several times during these days.  This was undoubtedly a huge blow to me. The red rope I was once proud of seemed so vulnerable in front of these ghosts who could be arranged to make things difficult for us. At the same time, it also made me understand who I used to be.  How arrogant and arrogant I am is actually just because I haven't encountered any real problems.  The red rope that binds the spirit has a certain curbing effect on the power of the ghost. Of course, this depends on the strength of the ghost itself.  But it will definitely weaken part of it, so when Hu Zongren tried hard to pull the red rope to pull the ghost hand out of the quilt, Uncle Liang suddenly spread his hands, raised his head and began to roar again. The difference was that this time  He finally opened his eyes, and when I saw his eyes, I was frightened again.  His eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes. I mean, when he widened his eyes, I saw countless bloodshot eyes where I should have seen them. Maybe those were not bloodshot eyes, but bloodshot eyes.  Ren himself was severely congested due to a previous relationship. It was the first time I saw such red eyes. The last time I saw them, it was a very cute rabbit.  After Uncle Liang roared, he sat up straight and started punching Hu Zongren.  Neither Hu Zongren nor I expected that Uncle Liang would suddenly sit up. I reacted quickly. Although I was pulled back, there was still enough room to give way.  But Hu Zongren was pulling the red rope as the giant whale was rising, and he couldn't get out of the way. Uncle Liang's old punch hit Hu Zongren firmly on the bridge of his nose.  Hu Zongren was stunned for two seconds and then relaxed. The rope-tack in his hand not only failed to pull the ghost hand out, but actually caused the ghost hand to be pulled into the quilt together with it.  Hu Zongren began to squat on the ground with his nose covered, his shoulders twitching slightly.  I asked him with concern, are you crying?  Hu Zongren didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand and showed me his middle finger.  While extending his middle finger, I also saw that his finger was trembling.  Being hit on the nose is very painful, and even the strongest person will shed tears because of the pain that is different from trauma.  After Uncle Liang finished the punch and retracted his ghost hand from the quilt, he fell down again, spread out on the bed, closed his eyes, and continued to look like he was asleep.  I no longer dare to take the exam because I know that if I lift the quilt at this moment, I will 100% be attacked again. Don¡¯t ask me why, this is just a matter of my experience.  So I also squatted on the ground and slowly moved in the direction of Hu Zongren. I pulled Hu Zongren a few steps back. The two of us squatted on the door opened by Hu Zongren, allowing the sun to shine on our bodies.  , so that I can feel slightly less scared.  It took a while before Hu Zongren regained his composure.  He stood up and wiped his tears and said, "When we catch this ghost, I must beat it to death."  So much has happened, from the moment we entered this room, on and on.  I originally entered this room to check my mobility, but now not only did I leave my compass at the door, but our two strong young men were even made so embarrassed by this old man who looked like he was dying.  Fortunately, I don't need to check anything anymore. Everything that happened before me has already given me the answer.  I said to Hu Zongren, why don¡¯t we retreat outside first and discuss it before starting the next step.  Hu Zongren didn't answer, just nodded. I asked him if he could go by himself, and he nodded again.  So Hu Zongren and I stood up, facing the bed, and slowly moved sideways to guard against the possibility that Uncle Liang would go berserk at any time.  After finally reaching the door, I asked Hu Zongren to go out first, and I stopped behind.  After Hu Zongren left, I looked at Uncle Liang who was still sleeping on the bed. His posture had not changed at all from when we started to escape. The curtains were opened, the door was opened, and the bedside table lamp was also on, but  But he didn't have that dazzling expression like before, but just fell asleep so quietly.  I closed the door but didn't lock it because I knew I would have to come back later.  Then he picked up the compass on the ground, opened the entrance hall with Hu Zongren and walked out.  Sister Liang has been waiting at the door. I thought she had heard the loud noise in the room just now, but she didn't seem to notice it at all.  As soon as Hu Zongren walked out of the door, Sister Liang saw that Hu Zongren's eyes were red and swollen with tears, so she asked in horror, what's wrong?  What happened?  Is my dad dead?  Hu Zongren rolled his eyes at her and said, "Your dad can't die. Your dad is going to kill me."
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