52

I couldn't even remember to bring the dead chicken back, only to see that the floor in front of me was covered with the word "Huabiao Gui" written in blood, horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, but there was no doubt that the handwriting was from my hand.

Several shopkeepers who were cleaning the store stood in front of me with frightened faces, looking at a loss for words.

It so happened that Uncle Liao returned to the store at this time, he took a look at the bloody words on the ground and laughed: "Everyone is frightened, the skewer has been sleepwalking since he was a child, it's no big deal, I'll do the sanitation, everyone get off work."

The clerk put down the cleaning tools, hurriedly left, I just want to open my mouth, Uncle Liao made a silent gesture, then he took out the cigarettes from my pocket, never smoked he lit one in his mouth, then he used his index finger, middle finger vertical clamped the cigarette, blocked in front of my two, the smoke into a straight line, than the rise, he slowly said: "Stringer, I asked a sentence you answer a sentence, be sure to To be truthful, but do not talk in such a way as a big scare, yell, do you understand?"

Uncle Liao said extremely solemn, I know that something big has happened, heart thumping straight jumped and said: "I understand."

"You kill chickens and drink blood at night?"

"Yes."

You don't want to be too blunt in describing the place you went to, just reveal it roughly."

"The city park."

Uncle Liao nodded thoughtfully and said, "String, you hit an evil, and a big one at that."

I couldn't help but feel surprised, in my imagination, people who have hit an evil have very strong reactions, so much so that normal people can tell at a glance that they are possessed by an evil spirit, but I acted as usual, and my body didn't have the slightest abnormality, so could I conclude that I had hit an evil just based on the fact that I was "sleepwalking and practicing calligraphy"?