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I looked at everything in the room with a little upset, and I suddenly felt a little creepy.

This place is where Azansong usually does it. Who knows how many people he has killed and how many souls he has practiced here?

I feel cold on my back even if I think about it.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Suddenly, a tender voice rang out of thin air from behind me.

Since I am now tied to a chair and cannot view the things behind me, I don’t know who the person talking is for a while, but one thing may be certain, the owner of this voice is definitely not a stranger, I can tell from his empty voice!

"You...who are you?" I asked back with a tough bullet.

"Hmph, I asked you first, please answer me!"

This time I listened more attentively, so after the sound came out, I immediately realized that this should be the voice of a child, probably less than six years old!

Oh my God, could there be a little ghost in this room?

Thinking of this, I quickly looked up at the sculptures of the two children placed next to the door.

But after careful inspection, I didn't find any problem with the sculptures of these two children. Could it be that I was wrong?

"Hey, speak!" The voice sounded from my ears again. This time I heard it really, the sound came from the altar on the side of me.

I forced my head to shoot around the altar, and finally fixed my eyes on the porcelain bottle with yellow talismans on the edge of the table!

"Are you in the bottle?" I asked with a tough bullet.

"Yes, have you just realized it now? The reaction is so slow." The baby's voice in the bottle came again.

I couldn't help but be shocked. Could this be the legendary Thai Gumantong?

According to legend, there has always been a saying in the world of Jiangtou in Thailand that raises little ghosts, which is also well-known in Thailand.

Because Thailand is a country that believes in Hinayana Buddhism, many monks in China have certain cultivation levels.

They are very compassionate to the world, so they often collect some unfortunately dead elves in nature, and then use the bones of babies or animals to sculpt into portraits of dolls, and then use magic power to inject the souls of those elves into the sculptures, thus giving the elves new life.

This was a great thing, but after this secret technique was passed from the temple to the people, some ill-hearted masters used their erotic techniques to seize the lives of many human babies, and then forcibly trained their infant spirits into small ghosts, and then injected them into sculptures of human bones, and finally made Gumantong. Of course, the baby girl's words are Gumanli.

This kind of detrimental deed has caused a huge wave of sensation in Thailand. Even the masters and the monks of the temple fought several times, and eventually both sides suffered losses.

Apart from the development of modern science, Buddhism is becoming less and less valued by people. Buddhists who have lost their believers have changed their careers and become Azan, or a senior surrender.

As a result, Thai Buddhism is even more powerless to suppress the evil spirit of the head master, which eventually leads to the current situation of the rampant situation of the Gumantong in Thailand.

Of course these are all later stories, so I won't mention it here for the time being.

Besides, the little kid in the bottle saw that I didn’t speak for a long time, so he asked again: “Hey, why don’t you talk anymore?”

"Did you feel very unhappy when you think that you are about to be killed by the surrender?"

hehe.

I shook my head helplessly and responded: "A person's death is either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I am not very persistent in these."

"It's just that you were trained to be Gumantong at such a young age. It's so pitiful."

Woo... Woo...

After I finished speaking, the little ghost in the bottle actually started to cry.

I am a soft-hearted person and can't stand others crying, especially this poor little devil. His crying really crushed my heart.

He hurriedly comforted him: "Little kid, stop crying, brother will save you."

"Really, big brother?" the little ghost asked with sobs in the bottle.

"Well, really, but you have to answer my questions honestly."

"Okay, big brother, please ask." The little devil stopped crying and waited for me to ask questions.

I sorted out my thoughts and said with interest: "Did you learn from Thailand that followed Azansong here, or did you learn from Azansong after she got here?"

The little ghost was silent for a moment and said sadly: "Brother, I was arrested here ten days ago."

"My name is Cai Fu. I am five years old this year. My parents are from other places. I have been working in Chancheng. Our family lives in a poor rental house in the northern suburbs of Chancheng."

"And I am a student of Nanfu Kindergarten. One day, on the way home from school, I was caught by this Azansong."

"After he captured me, he forced his soul out of his body, locked it in this porcelain bottle and trained it to be a little devil for him to drive it."

"So that's what it is..."

I smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly in my heart: "This is really a cannibalistic society. The weak do not even have the guarantee of their lives and are slaughtered at will. Cai Fu and I are typical examples."

But now is not the time to feel sad about spring and autumn. I force myself to continue asking: "Fu Fu, can you change it from this bottle?"

"No, there is a talisman on this bottle. Because I don't listen to Azansong, he pressed me with the talisman. Every day, he would put the bottle on the fire and roast it for 30 minutes. Every time, he would burn me to pieces, but I still didn't help him do bad things."

When I heard this, I felt a stream of passion rushing into my head, and my whole body became extremely angry, and I cursed angrily: "Hmph, this bastard."

"It's simply too much. If you treat a five-year-old kid like this, you are not afraid of being angry or resentful!"

"Big brother, please speak softly and be careful to attract Azansong." Cai Fu reminded him sensiblely.

I took a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in my heart, and asked, "Can you escape by just uncovering the spell on the bottle?"

That’s right! Cai Fu’s firm answer.

"Okay, then I'll help you."

After saying that, I looked around and listened quietly for a while. Until I was sure that there was no one nearby, I closed my eyes and mobilized my spiritual sense completely, trying to learn how Xue Yan had controlled the spoon and taught Mrs. Bai a lesson, and use her spiritual sense to remove the talisman on the bottle.

Of course, I am not very sure about this matter. After all, the skills of cultivation and consciousness I practiced before were far from reaching the ability to control things with my gods.

But the situation is critical at this time, and I have no other choice but to grit my teeth and try it, and maybe I can release this poor little devil.

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