I brought Fatso back home, but he still held onto me and even tried to pucker his lips to kiss me. It made me so angry that I grabbed a slipper and slapped him on the face repeatedly. He touched his face and laughed foolishly, saying it felt good. He was really shameless.

As I left Fatso's house, I ran all the way home. I couldn't sleep tonight; instead, I planned to carefully read the "Sanqing Book," draw some talismans, and gather my spirits to deal with the little girl wearing red sandals tomorrow.

That little girl is definitely a fierce ghost. She's not afraid of protective mirrors at all. Even though there's one hanging at Xie Qiang's door, she can freely come and go. It shows that her ghostly power is quite strong. Of course, it's also possible that the protective mirror at Xie Qiang's house has weak magical power and can only deter some evil spirits but not powerful ghosts.

I don't know if it's because of drinking or supporting Fatso, but on my way back, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. They were sore and achy, as if I was carrying something on my back, making it difficult for me to catch my breath.

When I got home, I felt a bit thirsty, so I went to the main hall to pour myself some water.

As I entered the main hall, I caught a glimpse of the protective mirror hanging on the door lintel and thought about the little girl hanging on Xie Qiang's back earlier. A chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was something hanging on my back as well.

It was just a fleeting thought in my mind, but unexpectedly, when I looked into the mirror, it actually revealed a problem.

In the protective mirror, it clearly reflected a child hanging on my back.

What the hell!

Did that little girl somehow end up on my back?

I panicked and quickly looked down at my feet. Luckily, there were no red sandals on my feet.

I scrutinized the protective mirror once again, and things seemed even more bizarre. The mirror reflected my back, but it wasn't the little girl; instead, it was an unfamiliar little boy.

This little boy wore a red bellyband and appeared to be around five or six years old. He had a towering bun on his head, resembling the appearance of Nezha from the "Year of Fish" New Year painting. It made me feel like I was being ridden by the Third Prince of the Dragon King.

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What's going on?

I haven't even figured out the identity of the little girl yet, and now there's another little boy?

This little boy was also completely soaked, with a swollen face from being waterlogged. His smile was reminiscent of the chubby boy in the "Year of Fish" painting, but while the chubby boy in the painting seemed cute, this child gave off a terrifying vibe.

I thought back and realized that both Xie Qiang and I had been in the river today. After coming back from the river, both of us had a ghost hanging on our backs: Xie Qiang with the little girl and me with the little boy.

In other words, the situation was even worse than I expected. There wasn't just one ghost in the river, but two. I didn't know if there was any connection between the little boy and the little girl.

I couldn't worry about that now; all I could think about was how to get rid of this ghost from my back.

My shoulders were about to collapse under the weight of this little **. My arms were sore and achy, and I couldn't even lift them. If I didn't get rid of him soon, my arms might be useless.

This ghost was also quite powerful. It didn't fear our protective mirror at all and even made faces at it.

He stuck out his tongue, not in a playful way, but with an abnormally long tongue that reached from his mouth to his chin. He used it to lick the back of my neck.

I felt chills running down my spine and felt nauseous. I shook my neck vigorously, trying to shake off this ghost.

But this ghost remained unfazed. He thought I was playing with him and hugged my neck with both hands, flying around. He opened his mouth, laughed heartily, and then stuck out his tongue, enjoying himself as he licked away the bloodstains.

Damn little bastard! He's actually sucking my blood. I don't believe there's no way to deal with you!

I had a sudden idea and took out a stationery box from my backpack. In those days, these boxes would have a small square mirror inside.

This kind of mirror had two uses for students: one was to secretly study the female classmates sitting behind, and the other was to put it at your feet and peek up the female teacher's skirt.

Of course, there were also creative weirdos like Fatso. He used the small square mirror to observe the structure of his anus while taking a dump. Then he earnestly said to me that the human anus was truly amazing, with a tiny hole that could squeeze out such thick feces. It was unbelievable!

There was no time to draw talismans now. I reached into the stationery box and broke off the small square mirror. Then, I placed my right index finger in my mouth, biting hard until it bled, and squeezed out a drop of blood onto the small square mirror. Quickly, I drew a symbol on it.

This symbol is called the "Ghost Expelling Symbol" and is a simple and practical talisman.

Hmph, you little **. I don't believe there's no way to deal with you!

I stood in front of the dressing mirror, holding up the small square mirror.

The Ghost Expelling Symbol that I drew with blood immediately appeared on the dressing mirror's surface, emitting a bloody light. The blood-red Ghost Expelling Symbol appeared on the mirror.

Facing the dressing mirror, I moved the small square mirror, aligning the Ghost Expelling Symbol on the mirror's surface with the ghost on my shoulder.

Whoosh!

A red light suddenly shot out from the mirror, like a red arrow, directly towards the ghost on my back.