Yang the manager's goat-like face was in an extremely dark mood.
There was a blister on his face, which was clearly a mark left by the erosion of the fetish, as well as a dark black wound, also the trace of the crying stick.
Yang did not speak, but just glanced at me, then showed a sinister smile again.
The feeling of fear surged into my heart even more.
If I ran faster, would the person who died be me?
The hanging ghost has never congealed.
It looks like there's a big problem with the ghost of that middle-aged man.
There is also an odd place, that is, the leader's soul?
Wei Youming's soul has run out, and did the leading soul also disperse? Hasn't it condensed yet?
Or perhaps, it was eaten by Wei Youming?
"Tang Siu" looked at me with eyes that were even deeper.
"Your illness is deeply rooted. They are not as deeply rooted as you, but they can only die again to cure it."
"To prevent harm to others, you must first die once and then die again."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Your uncle and the girl called Huaying will be burdened by you in the future."
My breathing became heavier.
This strand of soul of Wei Youming seems different from him.
He clearly wants to take over my body.
But his soul wants to make me's spirit dispersed!
Two personalities?
Also, his way of dealing with people is to kill them!?
Yang the manager is advancing towards me.
The ghost in the middle-aged man's form takes a step closer to me.
Lao Gong suddenly popped out from the night pot, his dry and wrinkled face showing panic, muttering in a hoarse voice, "To die! To die!"
I raised my hand fiercely, ready to hit the gong.
My hand suddenly froze, and I realized there was something odd again.
That middle-aged man seems to be some like Chen Jun, and also some like Wei Youming.
Because Chen Jun has a bad eye, and Wei Youming was not in front of me, my impression of their appearance is not very deep.
But after looking at that middle-aged man, the similar facial details of them suddenly emerged in my mind.
Actually, if you ignore Chen Jun's bad eye, to some extent, he is also similar to Wei Youming.
Wei Youming...
Chen Jun...
And this man...
A logical chain of thoughts was floating in my mind, and what rose up with it was something else.
The gong did not ring, and my voice carried a very strong tone of accusation.
"Were your son's suicide?"
"Or did he also get sick, and you used this method to cure him?"
The moment my voice fell.
The middle-aged man suddenly stopped, he didn't move forward anymore, his face turned extremely painful, struggling.
Tang Siu's face changed, it was dark and gloomy.
My breathing became more rapid.
This scene makes me analyze more things.
This middle-aged man, that is Wei Youming's son, was indeed killed by Wei Youming himself!
And just like Han Qi, he forgot why he died.
Just his soul follows Chen Jun and his son, protecting them!
The families that sent the mentally ill patients to the psychiatric hospital have all been haunted. It must be Chen Jun and this middle-aged man who have caused it!
In that fleeting moment, my tone became colder and sharper.
"Killing people is curing people, your methods are too cruel and savage. Why would you deny that you are sick?"
"How are you any different if you say that someone is sick just to harm them?"
"At least, you killed your own son and killed so many patients who trusted you!"
"If you really want to cure people, you should start with your own soul dispersed!"
My voice paused slightly, and I stared at the middle-aged man again, coldly scolding: "As for you, killed by someone else and still blocking the way in front of him. Even a tiger is not a cruel beast. Is he really your father?"
"If you don't avenge yourself, how can you be reborn? Do you want to be an evil ghost from now on?"
Ghosts' thinking is stubborn and single-minded!
The more ferocious ones, the more brainless they are.
My guidance might not be effective for Wei Youming.
But for this middle-aged man, it must be effective.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have stopped!
Sure enough, in the next second, the middle-aged man tottered and turned around.
His originally poisonous eyes were suddenly much clearer.
Two streams of blood tears flowed down from his eyes.
"A father!" The shrill scream was almost piercing the eardrums.
"What you said! It's medicine to cure me! You said I would feel better after I took it!"
The middle-aged man shot out like an arrow off the string, and suddenly rushed towards "Tang Siu", landing on him.
He was crazy, his two arms kept waving and struggling!
"Tang Siu" thumped to the ground, struggling wildly.
No, it's not that "Tang Siu" is struggling; rather, it's Wei Youming who is resisting.
However, Wei Youming's strand of soul was clearly not a match for his son.
"Tang Siu" couldn't break free at all; his face was scratched into a bloody mess, and his throat was torn open with a large wound, bleeding continuously.
At the back, that is, the bedroom door inside, Chen Jun had a face full of stunned and surprised.
As if what he heard had completely overturned his all concepts!
......
At this time, another abnormal occurrence occurred!
The blood-stained flesh of "Tang Siu" disappeared, as did the dead man's clothes and glasses...
Yang the manager behind me trembled.
Under the flow of gray mist, he suddenly had a dead man's suit and a pair of rimless glasses on his body.
The goat face became similar to Wei Youming.
My heart sank to the bottom, as if facing a formidable enemy!
Before, when the middle-aged man stopped, Yang the manager also stopped.
At that time, Yang the manager was controlled by the middle-aged man, not Wei Youming.
But now it has changed; he has become the object of Wei Youming's strand of soul.
The middle-aged man didn't realize it and still grabbed at Tang Siu's corpse, splattering blood everywhere.
I didn't have the chance to utilize him again.
Wei Youming is even less likely to give me time and an opportunity again.
In an instant, I raised the gong, and the bell was harshly hit!
"Fourth watch has arrived, and the wild cock eats! "The roar echoed around the room.
The piercing sound of the gong made the air vibrate.
Yang the manager's face suddenly twitched, Wei Youming's face appeared faintly, as if it was about to separate from him.
"Get out!"
Yang the manager gave a terrible scream and clutched his head tightly!
These two words were no longer mixed with Wei Youming's voice!
It was obvious that my methods had restored a bit of clarity to Yang the manager.
On Zhang Gui's body, a shadowy figure had emerged, but it collapsed and scattered instantly.
The gong sound not only affected Wei Youming but also brought misfortune to Zhang Gui.
Yang the manager was still struggling, and I acted more decisively, stepping forward.
Biting the tip of my tongue, I spat out a mouthful of Yang xi blood forcefully.
The crying stick snapped toward Yang the manager's face!
Before, this crying stick might not have been effective.
Now it might be different.
After these few sticks, Yang the manager's face struggled even more violently.
Wei Youming's phantom shadow separated from Yang the manager's face occasionally.
I reacted immediately, grabbing Yang the manager's face and directly pulling off the glasses.
Without hesitation, I turned around and threw the glasses directly at the middle-aged man!
