Chapter 24: Kumantong, it is easy to raise a ghost but hard to get rid of it
She fell to the ground in panic, holding her chest, muttering to herself.
"How could this happen? I clearly sent it away."
Meng Fuling asked in a low voice, "Has the Kumantong been demanding more and more blood from you lately?"
"So now your body can't bear it anymore, so you want to send it away in a hurry."
"It seems that the person who taught you to raise it probably didn't tell you that these Kumantongs have different personalities."
"Some can be sent away obediently, but there are also some who refuse to leave, right?"
Fuyun's face became more and more flustered when she was asked this question, as if she had been hit in a vital spot.
Fans felt a chill when looking at the doll, but some still did not believe her words.
[Master, what is a Kumantong? ]
I heard this thing exists in Country T. I saw it while traveling. It was a statue of a doll.
[How did the master know this wasn't from Country T? Could it be that the little devil can even distinguish between domestic and foreign?]
[Isn't this just a puppet? How can you tell it's a ghost?]
Meng Fuling slowly explained: "Kumantong is the spirit of a child who has passed away. This thing can be seen in many places in Country T."
"However, there are two types of Kumantong. One is made by mixing soil from seven cemeteries and firing them together. It is mainly used to pray for wealth and good fortune."
"This is a more sinister method, using the bones of children under the age of two as offerings to prevent their souls from being reincarnated for one's own use. This is commonly known as raising a ghost."
"Fuyun used the bones of children as offerings. Not only did they create a body for it, but creating a human body is even more dangerous than creating a golden body."
"Not only will it not leave now, it's no longer satisfied with the puppet's body, but it wants your flesh and blood."
With every word Meng Fuling spoke, Fuyun's face became darker.
Fu Yunzhen still forced herself to remain calm: "I said, I have never raised a little ghost."
"Someone must have wanted to harm me. Someone must have put this thing in my house."
Fuyun knew very well that once she admitted it, her future, which she had worked hard for so many years, would be completely ruined.
Meng Fuling saw that Fuyun's face had suddenly changed. She should have had the face of a person who would have a peaceful and smooth life.
At this time, the evil spirit between the eyebrows is prominent, which means that the person is destined to have a short life and a sudden death.
She asked again: "Fuyun, you are not a Kumantong from Country T, where did you raise this little ghost?"
"You have a noticeable scar on your wrist, even though you have foundation on your face to cover it up."
"It's probably caused by the excessive blood loss of the enshrined imp. If you tell me now, maybe I can still save your life."
"That's enough!" Fuyun immediately covered her wrist: "This is just an injury I got while filming."
She angrily scolded in a low voice: "What Kumantong? Don't make such alarmist remarks here."
"I'm telling you, Meng Fuling, you're just a feudal superstitious charlatan. I'm going to report you."
It's really hard to persuade a damn ghost with kind words. Anyway, it won't be you who will die.
"Ka-ka-ka!" At this moment, the doll under the bed suddenly opened its eyes.
He slowly turned his head and looked over, and the fans below were so scared that they screamed and filled the screen with messages.
[Oh my god, am I dazzled? Did that doll's head just move?]
[I saw it too. Its eyes were closed just now, but they are open now.]
[The head has also moved. It seems like she's looking this way.]
[Oh my god, I'm going to piss myself, this thing is so fucking weird.]
Fuyun looked at the frequency of refresh below, and felt a chill running down her back.
She shivered with cold, held her breath, and slowly looked towards the doll under the bed.
The doll clearly had its eyes closed and didn't move at all. She sighed in disdain.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How did this puppet move?"
After all, there was more than one person who saw it, and the eyes of the puppet just now were indeed open.
"Ka-ka-ka!" There was a faint sound in the silent house, and this time Fuyun also heard it.
She looked under the bed again, and the doll's eyes opened again.
The pitch-black eyes looked like an endless abyss, and Fuyun slowly crawled towards her in fear.
"Ah!" Fuyun was pushed back by Jinghong, her feet slipped and she sat down on the ground.
No matter what celebrity image or personality he has, he said, "Help! This thing is moving! It's moving!"
This time the puppet's hands also began to move, as if trying to break free from the red rope.
Fuyun was horrified: "How could this happen? I said it would be easy to send away if I kept it, so why is it still alive?"
She frantically grabbed her phone and tried to call someone, but the call was not connected.
"Damn it!" She broke down instantly: "Why didn't this damn old witch answer the phone?"
At this point, she collapsed and babbled incoherently: "Meng Fuling, aren't you a master? Save me!"
Fuyun couldn't hide the fact that she was raising a little ghost, so she could only admit: "It's not my fault, I was also deceived!"
"Three years ago, when my career was at a low point, I met a local fortune teller while traveling nearby."
"She said that if she wanted to change her luck, she could offer sacrifices to a land god, but it was expensive."
"I believed her and spent 50,000 yuan to worship this god."
She sobbed and told the truth: "But when the things arrived, I found that this land god was really weird."
"Every seven days I must offer it a large bowl of blood and build a body for it."
"I started to regret raising this thing, but who knew that my career would start to flourish soon after."
"I knew it worked, but then it demanded more and more blood."
“I felt something was wrong, so I asked the fortune teller and found out it was a Kumantong. She told me how to get rid of it.”
"I burned it myself last night. Who would have thought it was under my bed?"
Just as Meng Fuling said, this thing came back unexpectedly.
"Snap, snap, snap!" came a harsh sound.
The red ropes on the puppet's limbs were untied, and the last chains that trapped the evil spirit were broken.
After breaking free from the red rope curse, the doll fell from under the bed and rolled to the ground.
Her hands firmly supported the ground, and she slowly raised her head, her long black hair scattered on the ground.
Meng Fuling's eyes darkened instantly: "Oh no, this Kumantong has broken free from its restraints."
Fang Jinyu opened her eyes wide in fear, her voice trembling: "Fuling, what will happen to this thing now?"
"Without the shackles that bind you, you must find a physical body to possess within forty-nine hours."
"It's now desperate to find the person it possesses. If it can't find the person within this time, its soul will fly away."
"What?" Fuyun was so frightened that her face turned pale and her legs began to weaken. "Possessed? It wants my body."
"You are its owner. To put it more clearly, you are its human blood bag. It has been staring at your body for a long time."
Surrounded by black mist, the black pupils turned into a bloodthirsty red.
It crawled towards Fuyun on the ground and grabbed her foot.
Meng Fuling shouted, "Run, hide inside the house immediately."
"Ah, help!" Fuyun kicked the doll away and the phone in her hand fell to the ground.
The scene was in chaos, and soon only the ceiling of the room could be seen on the video screen.
Fuyun could be heard crawling towards the inner room, and the door of the room closed with a bang.
Fuyun leaned against the door and heard the sound of climbing outside. It was impossible for it to let her go.
"Creak, creak!" She looked at the doorknob tremblingly.
Her heart was about to stop because the little devil was about to come in.
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