The process of making fine incense is not ineffective, but the external conditions required for making it are very strict

Buried in the ground for forty-four days, four dollars of incense ashes, four dollars of incense powder scraped from ordinary incense and four dollars of fresh resin oil can make a fine incense.
The smell of fine incense will make the ghost drool, and the impulse to escape from the body and absorb the smell will be irresistible to the ghost.
Because ghosts are possessed from the forehead to the body, the fragrance penetrates into the forehead, and when the ghost escapes from the body, the fragrance can make the ghost’s haunting dissipate a lot.
Not only that, but the fragrance of the corpse’s forehead and heart can also make the ghost method of escaping from the corpse enter the corpse again
After stabbing the lit incense into the forehead of the corpse, I began to summon the spirits with my bare hands, and the object was aimed at the ghost of the corpse.
The incense was lit and the ghost of the hidden body quickly escaped from the incense and greedily sucked the smell of the incense.
In this way, the fine fragrance is floating smoke and goes straight in one direction.
I’ve seen ghosts all look like people when they die.
The ghost in front of me has exceeded the standard of ordinary ghosts, and the attire of office workers in large companies.
It’s a white shirt with a wrinkled face and blood stains. The tie is crooked and loose, and the hair is messy.
"Tell your grievances, and this fragrance can be attributed to you." I stared at the resentful ghost and spoke indifferently.
So it’s easy for me for ghosts to cross over and force them to hell or to take their wits out of them.
However, the purpose of my coming here is entrusted to find out the grievances of the ghost in front of me, so I must be patient and have a good talk with the ghost.
I didn’t understand that this ghost possession didn’t make the body have symptoms of necropsy, but it could control the body from bleeding and tears every night.
"I didn’t kill myself. I killed him. I wanted to take revenge, but I couldn’t do it myself." I asked the ghost who was greedy and smoked incense, and his eyes suddenly looked in my direction and hated to speak.
I noticed that the ghost’s eyes can’t stare at me accurately, but just like the blind can locate it.
Because the mood began to fluctuate, the fine incense ignited the smoke and began to scatter. The ghost hurriedly gathered the smoke and sucked it into the body.
This is my first time to Xixiang. Although Wang Dalang has told me that it has the effect of Xixiang, I still feel a little incredible to face the ghost’s reaction to Xixiang at the moment.
"What happened there? What ginseng? You need to tell our department that you know the situation so that I can help you get revenge." My expression was calm and I continued to pronounce it slowly.
The ghost listened to me and turned his head to the door.
In front of the main door, there are his family members who have been emotional and crying since his pronunciation.
The ghost was silent for a while, clenched his fists and opened his mouth to tell me about his grievances.
The ghost said that he was a small clerk in a company, which broke the company boss’s intention to rape the intern female college students. He didn’t intend to talk about it everywhere. After all, if he worked outside, he would get into trouble.
His family is not rich. After graduating from college, he finally got into that company with good benefits. Naturally, the company cherishes that job very much.
Just like that, he kept his mouth shut and continued to work in that company.
But one night, the company arranged for him to work overtime. He worked overtime alone until late at night and was about to leave when he was surrounded by people and strangled alive.
The ghost said that the people in his company didn’t offend anyone. The only catastrophe was that he was so alive that he broke the company boss’s pickle.
When he left his soul for seven days, he went back to the company to find out which one had done it to himself.
At this point, the ghost is full of resentment, saying that he didn’t expect that the real murderer behind the scenes was the boss of the company
He never wanted to expose the boss’s jealousy in the past, and he did never talk to another boss about it, but the boss of the company was still not at ease.
It’s just that I don’t trust him. I just wasted disregard for human life and let him lose his life
The ghost growled, "What kind of world is this? Do those people regard money and life as legal things? Should people be trampled on?"
I looked at the emotional ghost and frowned slightly.
The injustice of the world is a fact, whether you admit it or not, it is a change of law.
I once believed that yang is unfair and yin is always fair, but good and evil will eventually end.
However, the message that the female ghost possessed the gossipy corpse gave me brain tonic had already been broken, and I decided in my heart that I was also at a loss where I could find true justice.
"What company boss is a person?" I continued to ask ghosts in a cool tone.
"The boss of Longteng Group is in the daytime." When the ghost answers this question, his face is distorted, so his eyes are more exposed, and his eyes tend to fall out of his eyes at any time.
"Then, what did you do after you found out that the real murderer was during the day?" I felt that this matter was too difficult when I heard the ghost name in the white clouds during the day.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-four Law Commitment
The ghost’s grievance is directed at the day.
If I help the ghost to solve the grievances, then I will start to face the challenge with Baiyun.
Trying to fight against the white clouds, I know that my life is not strong enough, even if I have a few more lives, it is still not enough to see.
The ghost answered my inquiry and said that since he knew that the real murderer behind the scenes was daytime, he didn’t seek revenge against others that night, but directly sought daylight to wait for an opportunity to kill him and let him die.
Who knew that the things he carried with him during the day kept his roots away, let alone hurt him?

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