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065 Think hard about countermeasures

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    In desperation, I poured all my strength into my body, and rushed towards the ripples of light.  I want to use my broken body to help my son resist the attack of the abominable ghosts.

    Hey, what's going on?  Why can't I move?  impossible!  Now I can clearly see, I can obviously roar, but why can't I move?  Damn it!  Move, move quickly!  I roared, I struggled

    I have tried my best, but unfortunately, I just couldn't jump on it!  Son, son, you have to hold on!  In desperation, I had to pray anxiously in my heart.

    What exactly happened here?  Why was it suddenly attacked by so many dead souls?  Could it be that this has something to do with me?  Now I still remember that when I was in the hospital, I was besieged by evil spirits.  However, the evil spirits at that time had never attacked anyone other than me!  This time, why did those dead souls not attack me, but why did they attack my son?  At this moment, I actually felt the cuteness of the evil ghosts in the hospital.  After all, no matter how evil those evil spirits are, they will not cause any harm to his son.  Oh, by the way, at that time it seemed that it was not whether the evil spirits could harm the son, but whether the evil spirits could escape from the outbreak of the son's "life".  To this day, I still clearly remember that brilliant brilliance It is simply destructive!  If it wasn't for running fast, then it is estimated that the evil spirits in the hospital would have been wiped out.  "Guanghua"?  "Ripples of Light"?  Will it be?  If that's the case, then the son should be fine, right?

    Thinking about it, I remembered that when the temporary hearse was about to leave, my daughter once asked the driver: "Do you want to throw some yellow paper along the way?"

    "No, no, we don't throw them away when we take them home!" The driver replied impatiently.

    "But, don't I often see people doing this?" The daughter continued to ask a little puzzled.

    "We are starting from the hospital. If we are starting from your home, then we need to throw the yellow paper."

    After hearing the man's explanation, the daughter gave an "oh" and stopped asking.  However, I know that the driver is completely fooling people.  What is needed to start from home is absolutely nonsense.  Because, I know that according to the customs and traditions, as long as the dead are on the road, they must throw yellow paper along the way.  Otherwise, when the locals return from the crematorium, they will not still insist on throwing yellow paper.  Because, in the eyes of the local people, the ashes still carry the soul of the deceased.  Of course, I knew I wasn't really dead, so I didn't pay much attention at the time.

    Could it be that the ghosts attacked it because there was no yellow paper thrown around?  Possibly, quite possibly it is!  At that time, I didn't even bother to consider the question of whether I was really dead.  The so-called "emergency medical treatment", that kind of critical moment, as long as there is a slight possibility, I will be suspicious.

    That damn driver, for his own convenience, dared to deceive others by talking nonsense.  If my son has any good or bad because of the attack of all ghosts, then I will definitely not let him go.  Even if he turns into a ghost, he will never let this bastard go!

    (At this moment, my father can't see other people. If he could, he would find that the driver who was concentrating on driving at a fast speed shivered for no reason while he was cursing.

    "Damn, it's weird! Why is there a sudden cold wind?" The driver was full of doubts, and at the same time took time to glance at the person sitting beside him.  "Well, she is really nice! Just now, I felt like I was touched by a ghost. Even now, I can still feel a ghostly aura. Damn, it's not true that the old man behind me doesn't like me,  So you just touched me?" Thinking of this, the poor driver immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

    "This, this is fucking terrifying!" The poor driver couldn't help but increase the accelerator immediately in fright.  Instinctively, the driver just wanted to speed to the destination quickly, and then dodged far away.

    "I deliver the 'dead' every day, how can I not 'hit ghosts'?" The driver sighed all the way, "Should I change my job? Although this stuff pays a lot, it is bad luck to deal with the 'dead' all day long."

    Ever since the driver was cursed by his father, he has been restless all the way.  Fortunately, there were few pedestrians at night, so there were no traffic accidents.  Otherwise, my father would have to regret and "die" for his "cursing"!  Of course, my father at that time didn't know that his complaints had exerted such great power.  )

    There is really nothing I can do!  At this moment, I can only hope that the magical "ripple of light" can successfully resist all the crazy attacks of the drowned ghosts.  This feeling of watching one's loved ones continue to be tortured is really tormenting.?? At that time, I was like an ant on a hot pot, running around in a hurry.  Of course, that requires me to have the ability to "turn around".  In fact, if I really had this ability, I would have rushed to my son's side to block all the attacks of the drowned ghosts for him.  At that moment, all I could do was worry!

    Suddenly, I remembered the scene in the hospital.  According to his son, he cheered up because he felt the ghostly chill.  It was precisely because of his son's spirit that he could see the brilliance that melted all ghosts.  The power of that radiant brilliance was so huge that even the leader of the evil spirits could only run away in embarrassment with his tail between his legs.  It is estimated that there is no kind of ghost that can dampen its (brilliant brilliance) edge.  If the son erupts again, no matter how many drowned ghosts there are, they can only choose to escape in desperation.

    "Brilliant brilliance! Yes, it's resplendent brilliance!" Thinking of this, I felt like a drowning man who suddenly grasped the last straw, and immediately became extremely excited, "I must find a way to cheer up my son again  !¡± At this moment, I have made up my mind.

    Strange!  There were more ghosts this time, and they directly launched a charge-like attack on the son. Logically speaking, the son should be able to feel the more chilly ghost aura!  But why didn't the son respond for such a long time?  I was very puzzled.  I know that if I want to cheer up my son, I must first find out the real reason.

    Well, could it be because of the call from the second sister?  The second sister can be regarded as one of the closest relatives of the son. With the comfort of the second sister just now, the sadness in the son's heart was truly released.  In fact, such a release might not be a bad thing.  But now, the son has lost his keen perception of the outside world because of sinking into sadness.  Otherwise, with his son's powerful yang force field, these drowned ghosts would not dare to attack rashly!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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