On a rainy night, I bumped into a headless female corpse, and an ancestral pendant accidentally stained with blood actually revived her.
She calls herself the King of Hell but is afraid of ghosts, so she stays at my house eating and drinking.
Until the resentful spirit came to the door, she hid behind me and trembled: "Husband, protect me!"
I picked up a brick and slapped the resentful spirit away, and her eyes suddenly turned cold: "The aura of the traitor from the underworld..."
That night thousands of ghosts and ghosts filled the streets, and her red robe fluttered and looked down at all living beings:
"Those who touch him will be driven to pieces."
In the corner, the pendant in my palm was surprisingly hot, and the seal of the Emperor of Heaven appeared...
