I take a little action, that's the limit

I am not a fool. I ran behind Brother Ma in three steps and two steps at a time. It should be safer to hide behind this brother.

Brother Ma frowned and said with a solemn expression: "The method of absorbing resentment!"

I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so I asked in a low voice: "What does the method of absorbing resentment mean?"

"Ghosts are all caused by resentment. The stronger the resentment, the more powerful the ghost. This method of absorbing resentment is a way for ghosts to improve their own strength." Brother Ma said without looking back: "But this method, It’s not something that a lonely ghost can do, could it be..."

His words stopped abruptly. I was confused, but he seemed to be very awesome. At least, the male ghost now seemed to be stronger than before.

The male ghost raised his head and looked like he was enjoying himself. His figure quickly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, he was even more real than when he first appeared. If you didn't look carefully, he was no different from an ordinary person.

He slowly retracted his open arms, and the next second, he appeared in front of us without any warning, and a big boney hand strangled Brother Ma's throat.

Brother Ma was not a vegetarian either. He flipped his sword with his backhand and cut off the male ghost's arm with a "click". The male ghost's other hand reached out and stuck directly on Brother Ma's throat. Brother Ma was immediately lifted off the ground by the male ghost. To save himself, the peach wood sword in his hand thrust forward and pierced the male ghost's chest.

The male ghost screamed, but did not let go of Brother Ma's hand. Instead, he tightened his grip. I couldn't see Brother Ma's face from behind, but the back of his neck had turned the color of pig liver from the pain.

I almost peed with fear, my legs were trembling. I wanted to rush forward to help Brother Ma but couldn't move at all. I thought to myself, if Brother Ma couldn't deal with this male ghost, wouldn't we have to fight each other today? here?

Just when I was feeling discouraged, I saw Brother Ma with his hands behind his back. He pinched the tip of his index finger with his left thumb and drew a cut on the palm of his right hand with his own blood at lightning speed. When the talisman was formed, he slammed it towards the male ghost's face and shouted with difficulty: "Starting from Mount Tai in the east, Lei from Hengshan in the south, Lei from Huashan in the west, Lei from Hengshan in the north, Lei from Songshan in the middle, five Lightning strikes quickly, edict!"

Along with a huge buzzing sound, a thunderbolt appeared in Xiao Ma's palm, and the thunderbolt directly hit the male ghost's head.

"Ah!" The male ghost screamed, and his body flew out like a cannonball. It flew an exaggerated five or six meters before hitting the ground.

Brother Ma also fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling extremely depressed.

Darling, luckily I was smart and hid behind Brother Ma early, otherwise I would probably be the one vomiting blood now. No, Brother Ma, who has magic in his body, has already vomited blood, so I will probably die directly.

But having said that, Brother Ma's ultimate move is amazing. Not only is it visually stunning, but the effect is also amazing. Thinking about it now, it's a blessing that he didn't use this move against me when I beat him in the afternoon.

While I was thinking wildly, Brother Ma sat on the ground and vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood. Seeing blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, I finally understood why this kid didn't gain weight even after eating more than a dozen bowls of noodles. Yes, he always vomits blood for fun.

Although Xiao Ma was seriously injured, he still staggered to his feet. Just as I was about to go up to help him, I felt a particularly strong hand clamping my neck from behind, and the sound of a male ghost yelling came from my ears. A voice sounded from the side: "If you don't let me be with Xiaohua, you can't even think about it. Don't you want to kill me? Come on, even if my soul is shattered, I will drag him to hell with me."

Listening to the man's crazy words, the T-shirt on my body became wet with sweat. I cried and said, "Brother, don't make trouble... I, I'm just a passerby."

"So, do you still want to stop me?" The male ghost looked at Brother Ma proudly.

"He doesn't have a dime to do with me. If you want to kill him, just do it. I don't care." Xiao Ma's Nawang/Baduzi spread his palms.

I was so angry that my lungs almost exploded, but I couldn't even utter a word to refute, right? They didn't care about me at all. I was the one who rushed to catch ghosts with them. We met by chance in the vast sea of ​​people. Why should they? help me? Besides, I spanked him a few hours ago.

The male ghost was stunned for a moment, and Brother Ma pulled out a large net woven with red rope from nowhere, threw it towards the two of us, and said angrily: "If you want to kill me, I will kill you." He hurry up, I will start sending you to report to the underworld soon."

"Fuck your uncle, Mr. Ma, you are fucking killing someone on purpose." When life and death were at stake, I roared at the grandson.

Brother Ma was not angry at all. He looked at me with a smile and said, "To catch ghosts, you must be prepared to die at any time. Little brother, are you ready?"

He was clearly laughing when he said this, but I heard a very serious tone.

"I'm ready for you!" I shouted to him, but he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, made a seal with his hands, and muttered the rebirth mantra: "Namo Amitabha Night, Duotakaduo night, Duodikaduo night, Amilidu Bavi, Amili Duo, Sidanda Bavi, Ami Suduo, Vikalanda..."

Some people may ask after reading this, Brother Ma is obviously a Taoist priest, why does he use Buddhist scriptures instead of Taoist scriptures to save male ghosts?

Let me say here that China began to promote Buddhism in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and reached its peak in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, after thousands of years of coexistence and integration of Buddhism and Taoism, many scriptures or mantras have been interoperable, especially Mr. Yin Yang prefers to use Buddhist scriptures for this kind of salvation. After all, Buddhist scriptures are relatively simple. If Taoist scriptures are used, five or six kinds of incantations need to be recited just before chanting the scriptures. In this case, it is indeed a bit delayed.

Closer to home, now I can say that my life is completely in the hands of the male ghost, and I analyze that the chance of my survival is very slim. Being held hostage by a very resentful ghost, it can be said that there is no chance of death.

However, just when I thought I was dead, the male ghost actually let go of his hand and asked me, "Do you want to hear my story?"

The male ghost's voice was very soft, as if he was discussing with me. I swallowed, did I have a choice...