Chapter 81 Chapter 12 Beautiful Nose

But it was too late, my eyes were attracted by its glass ball eyes and I couldn't move away. The vortex gradually accelerated and turned faster and faster.My body relaxed, my fear disappeared, my vigilance disappeared, and all my nerves became numb and numb.I just looked at its glass ball eyes like that, and felt that my whole body was going to be sucked in by the rapidly rotating vortex like a straw floating on the water. My head seemed to burst, and my stomach was churning constantly, just like the feeling after opening my hands and spinning many times.I felt the ground shaking and spinning, and I lost my footing and fell.Lying on the ground, I felt uncomfortable as if I was about to die, and my eyelids were heavy to close.I felt the stones on my back go into my skin like needles.The pot weighed heavily on my body like a mountain, and I couldn't breathe.

I shouted weakly: "Grandpa." The voice was so weak that I couldn't hear it.I thought to myself, is this what it feels like to be hooked by a Kespo ghost? Grandpa rushed over quickly and grabbed the clay pot in my arms.The strange thing is that at that time I was still hinting that I should protect the clay pot, even when my grandfather asked for it, I refused to let go, but at that time my hands were weak, and the clay pot was easily taken away by my grandfather.Grandpa must not have known that I was trying to hug the pot as he grabbed it. Grandpa later said I was heavy on psychic suggestion, which was good for ghost hunting, but sometimes I went too far.However, my hunch is sometimes very good, and sometimes it is a thousand miles away.For example, when my grandpa was catching Kespo ghosts, the scene of Ruoji ghosts fighting with grandpa suddenly appeared in my mind, but when I saw my grandfather holding a clay pot to collect Kespo ghosts, I saw Kespo ghosts as Ruo Ji ghost.

I think this is an ominous omen.Later it worked out.My mother also had strong psychological cues.That was two years later, when my grandma had just passed away, and my parents had returned from helping out in Huamei Village for seven days.On the morning of the eighth day, my mother told us that she had a dream in which her grandma asked her for an umbrella.Dad immediately said: "I was worried about the rain when I came back from Huamei Village last night, so I took an umbrella by the way. I am afraid it belongs to her old man." Dad took out the umbrella and showed it to Mom.So I guess my psychological suggestion comes from blood relationship.

Of course, I didn't think so much at the time, these are later thoughts.At that time, I was lying on the ground feeling uncomfortable, and under the weak moonlight, I saw Grandpa easily put the Kefu ghost into the clay pot. Afterwards, I asked my grandpa, "Why did you put the Kefu ghost in the clay pot so easily?" Grandpa said: "I was behind you at the time, you didn't see me throw a lighted match and hit Kefu ghost." I do not believe.The ignited match went out as soon as it was shaken in the hand, let alone when it was thrown vigorously.If it is popped out and then lit, then grandpa is bragging.

"Try it for me once." I said. Grandpa took out the matches, put the matchbox sideways on the four parallel fingers of his right hand, and put a match vertically on the phosphor surface of the matchbox, with the head of the match against the phosphor surface, and gently pressed the end of the match with his thumb.Then Grandpa stretched out his left hand and flicked the match stuck between the phosphorous side of the match and his thumb.When the match was flying in the air, it hadn't completely burned, and only sparks like firecracker fuses came out.The moment the match was about to hit the ground, the match ignited.

Grandpa pointed to the place where the match landed and said: "At that time, the Kefu ghost was at the place where the match landed. That's how I popped the match. Do you believe me?" Grandpa looked at me with a smile. Grandpa went on to say: "I originally wanted to cast a spell to introduce Kefu ghost into the clay pot. But you didn't hold the pot properly." I said irrationally: "You have wanted this to play it a long time ago, isn't it much easier than casting spells?" Grandpa said: "When it attracts your eyes, there is a short pause. I also use this opportunity to hit its nose. Otherwise, it is on guard, and I can't subdue it so easily."

"Flick its nose?" I was surprised again. "Yes. Otherwise, where do you think I played it?" Grandpa spread his hands and asked back.The strange matchbox was still in his hand.