Chapter 924 Cat’s Revenge 15
Killing is not the purpose, how can you waste your life. Life is very precious, even if it is the life of a scumbag, we should try our best to make the best use of it.
"Okay." Nightmare's words were simple. He was a working god. Disappeared in the video, he should go to rest, he has to work the late shift at night, and continue to give this guy nightmares.
Xining stood up and stretched. I looked around and saw that the porridge was gone again. This guy must be out to punish the scumbag again. He rarely sees Shadow during the day, and Nightmare is very hard-working, which makes the scumbag's life so fulfilling.
It’s fulfilling, so fulfilling! F heard that this place is very popular and the incense is abundant, so after going to the church to get the holy water, he ran here. For this reason, he also imitated others to burn incense and kowtow.
On the top of the head are large incense dishes hanging down. After being lit, the fragrance slowly floats out. In the dim little temple, each incense dish shines with a little scarlet light.
He knelt on the futon, holding three incense sticks in both hands. As for what he was praying for, he didn't know. I was so tired that my eyelids kept drooping. After a while, he fell asleep.
Suddenly a plate of incense fell from above his head, and the incense as big as a basket hit him. A sudden blow, knocking him awake.
The incense was not heavy, but the terrible thing was that after the lit incense tip was broken off, it rolled down the neck and into the clothes. It was rare for me to wear a white shirt today, and the hem of the shirt was tied into the belt.
The incense head that was still burning could not fall off, and was stuck behind her back. It was so hot that it skipped and screamed, making the few people in the small temple look at her with suspicion. Is it possible that this person is dancing to a master dance? Can all white people dance?
Embarrassingly, he pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers, and then shook off the incense.
At this time, my back was already burned, and there were two burning pains. As soon as I touched it with my fingers, it hurt so much that I dared not touch it again.
The person in charge of the temple, who can also be called a layman, came over, wearing an antique robe and a gray cloth hat of the same color as the clothes.
The layman raised his head and looked at the coils of incense on the top. One of the coils fell off, but the others were all fine. Then he looked at F's gray and gray face, which had not slept well for several nights. After thinking about it, he saluted to F.
"Pilgrim, it seems that you have encountered a lot of unlucky things. Please come to the side and talk." The layman spoke in a fairy-like manner, and in just one move, F was fooled to the side.
You must know that according to the laws of this country, if you are injured, the owner of the place where the injury is located is also responsible. Someone once slipped on soaked soap in a rental house. First, the landlord lost money because the lease contract did not state that if you fall, you will be responsible for the consequences. Then the soap factory lost money because there was no warning on the soap packaging box and the soap would slip when you step on it. This is a weird law!
F briefly described how he always had nightmares at night, never slept well, and was always unlucky during the day.
The layman said calmly and gently: "Everything happens for a reason. Have you done anything you shouldn't have done?"
F shook his head quickly, of course he had done it, many times, more than a hundred times. But we can't talk about this. If we talk about it, won't we be exposed? Animal cruelty is punishable in this country.
The layman looked at F: "Your eyes are red, your eyes are wandering, your cheeks are thin, and your complexion is dull. You obviously encountered something bad. It seems that being hit by incense today was not accidental. It should have happened before, right?"
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He tried his best to shirk the responsibility, saying that he was possessed by the incense and had nothing to do with the small temple.
F nodded and asked anxiously: "Is there anything that can be resolved?"
Sure enough... the layman who pretended to be calm calmed down and said: "Today's accident is either because the thing you caused is powerful or the gods are reminding you. There are peace charms for sale nearby, you can go and ask for one first. I will write another charm myself. , put in the peace charm ”
"Is this okay? I won't have nightmares anymore?" F seemed to see hope. You know, not sleeping well is more unbearable than being unlucky during the day. Every night, whenever he closed his eyes, he would be scared out of his body. The layman smiled kindly, with an unfathomable expression: "Everything depends on fate, fate arises, and fate disappears. If you still can't stop it, you'd better find the reason, resolve your resentment, and break this situation."
"Yes, yes~" F echoed. In fact, he didn't know what the layman said at all. Thinking about it, he should try to find the reason for his nightmare. As long as the reason is found and solved, he can sleep well.
F went and bought a small sachet with a line written in red on yellow paper inside. The yellow paper is only the size of a piece of chewing gum. The words written on it are very complicated and I don’t know what they are written on. The layman wrote another one, put it in together, and sent him out of the temple gate.
"Please go well, everything has a cause and effect. If you sow good causes, you will get good results, and if you sow evil, you will get evil. Remember this!" The layman deceived this guy away. Go away quickly. As soon as you leave this temple, when you think about calling the police or asking for compensation, you will deny it. There is no surveillance here, and there is no evidence at all.
F returned home and took out the various things he "begged" for today from the paper bag.
First came the holy water. He took the holy water and poured it into the room while holding the holy object and chanting words of praise to the gods.
After finishing this, he took out the garlic string bought from the witchcraft shop and hung it in the center of the room, and placed the skull essential oil candle on the bedside table.
Then take out the Bagua mirror and peach wood sword and place them on the dining table next to you...
The porridge was floating in the air, just watching F take out various things and place them everywhere. Is this guy crazy? What is this pile of stuff for?
After everything was ready, F took out the hamburger and coke from the paper bag, wolfed it down, and planned to go to bed without even taking a shower, even though it was still daytime.
Maybe if you sleep during the day, you won't have nightmares. After all, all dark forces are afraid of the light of day.
I took off my clothes and found some holes in my shirt. The edges of the holes the size of sesame seeds are dark or burnt.
He reached behind his back and touched it carefully, but there were blisters on it. Some of the blisters had burst, sticky blood stuck to the fingers, and the wounds were burning and painful.
F went to the bathroom anyway, wringed a towel and wiped his lower body. In the mirror, I tried to twist my body and looked at my back. It was okay. The injury was not serious. Compared with the calf and knee, this injury could only be regarded as a sesame mung bean.
Before bed, light a skull essential oil candle. The witch-looking woman in the shop said that this candle can help you sleep and exorcise evil spirits when lit.
When the candle is lit, it emits the scent of lavender. F closed his eyes. He was really sleepy. He hadn't slept well for several days and soon he was snoring like thunder.
Porridge squatted on the bedside table and looked at F, who was sleeping. His bright and clear eyes did not blink. From time to time, they followed the beating light of the candle and reflected the faint green light.
It suddenly swiped its claws, and the burning skull candle on the table was swept to the bed, and the "head melon" was lying on its side, the flames licking the quilt...
(End of chapter)