Third watch

Although this blow is not enough to stab Gu Bicai to death, it is still effective in stopping his attacking momentum.

Gu Bicai's palms hissed softly, Wang Xiaoming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he said in a loud voice, "Tian Ding received my divine seal, Liu Jia Wei Wu's figure,"

As soon as the words fell, a tall figure with silver armor and iron boots flashed quickly, and the canopy ruler suddenly shone. back.

Behind Wang Xiaoming, the ten-foot-tall general Xu Ying raised his sword high.

Gu Bicai seemed to be forced to retreat by Wang Xiaoming's aura, but he couldn't retreat to avoid it, the canopy ruler in Wang Xiaoming's hand gave off a faint light.

Lu Xiaolu's eyes widened, watching Wang Xiaoming raise his hand, and the canopy ruler transformed into a long sword of silver light. The sword was as bright as a mirror. He stabbed straight at Gu Bicai's middle face.

Gu Bicai saw that he couldn't dodge it, he opened his mouth and shouted sharply, the thunderball surged in his mouth, and he rushed towards Wang Xiaoming with the momentum of drawing his salary from the bottom of the pot.

Zhong Yi seemed to have thought of something.

"Wait!" Zhong Yi said.

Ye Xun, who was first attracted by the appearance of the god general, also reacted at this time: "No!"

But at this moment, how could Wang Xiaoming's sword power stop? As soon as the thunder ball touched the tip of the sword, they exploded and shattered. With a swipe of the sword, it was as if the water was drawn out and half of the blood splashed everywhere. When the neck was split open, flesh and blood fragments were ejected along with the sword energy, thunder exploded and thick smoke rose, and heat waves burst forth!

It was originally a small house built to prevent banana thieves. It was already on the verge of collapse after being hacked by Gu Bicai who was possessed by the ghost Sangong before.

It was too late for Zhong Yi and Ye Xun to stop Wang Xiaoming and Gu Bicai's early warning. With two bangs, most of the simple adobe house collapsed.

Wang Xiaoming only felt that the sky was dark for a while, and a sense of suffocation hit him hard. When he got his breath again, he felt that he couldn't move his whole body.

"Don't move." Zhong Yi's voice came.

Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes.

"How much is this?" Lu Xiaolu worriedly raised three fingers in front of him.

"Go away." Wang Xiaoming scolded him weakly.

"It didn't hit the head." Lu Xiaolu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Xiaoming barely turned his neck, only to realize that he seemed to be... buried.

Lu Xiaolu and Zhong Yi are taking him out.

Dirt and bricks and tiles were piled up everywhere. Judging from the actions of Zhong Yi and the others, it must have been hit on the head by something just now.

Fortunately, they moved very quickly and the house was simple, so there were no heavy objects such as beams to press him down.

Wang Xiaoming was lifted out of the rubble by Zhong Yi, and then he realized: "Where is Gu Bicai?"

"Run away." Zhong Yi said simply.

"Huh?" Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes wide: "Run away? Was he not buried?"

Lu Xiaolu said sympathetically: "In a sense, it seems that only you were buried."

Lu Xiaolu happened to be squatting in the corner of the wall, and the house opened up a little space, while Zhong Yi and Ye Xun both stood close to the gate, and now only the wall with the door frame is still standing in the whole house.

"Then why don't you go after them?" Wang Xiaoming was anxious: "The old man doesn't know if he can eat people..."

"Ye Xun has gone." Zhong Yi said in a muffled voice.

"The old man was almost killed by your sword, and he ran staggeringly. Ye Xun was not injured and could catch up." Lu Xiaolu said.

"Only him? Didn't you guys not get buried?" Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi became angry: "Who took you out after I went after you! If you are so sacrificial, I will bury you back again?"

Only then did Wang Xiaoming suddenly realize that he seemed to be holding back the group.

Lu Xiaolu comforted him: "It's okay, didn't Ye Xun say it? He just kept his mouth shut. He was worried when he found out that you were buried just now. His expression—— ouch!"

Lu Xiaolu was slapped onto the rubble pile by Zhong Yi's palm.

Zhong Yi: "Slippery hands. Are you okay?"

Wang Xiaoming was buried upright, and he was beaten up by Ye Xun before, but after being dug out, he was a little out of breath: "Go after Gu Bicai first."

Zhong Yi said, "Why are you chasing him?"

Wang Xiaoming =口=: "...that old man has mutated!"

Not to mention that he has now become a thunderbolt with palms that can release thunderbolts, but just having three faces on his neck is enough to scare passers-by.

"Don't worry." Zhong Yi said: "After receiving that sword, he is not far from death. If Ye Xun still can't hold him like this, then all these years will be in vain."

Just as Zhong Yi was speaking, the phone rang.

Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu hung up the phone after watching him say a few words.

"Let's go." Zhong Yi said.

Lu Xiaolu and Wang Xiaoming: "Where are you going?"

Zhong Yi gave Wang Xiaoming a strange look: "Didn't you just cry and go find Gu Bicai? Ye Xun stopped him."

Gu Bicai did not run very far.

The blow that Wang Xiaoming gave him before the house collapsed seemed to hit him right in the face. Although there are banana forests everywhere that are easy to hide, Gu Bicai bled all the way, and Ye Xun followed him almost without any effort.

It was getting late at this time, Ye Xun followed Gu Bicai to a small hill, when Wang Xiaoming and the others arrived, they found that the hill was full of golden colored paper and the smell of incense candles.

Lu Xiaolu said, "This...is a mass grave? There are so many graves."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Will there be so many people going to the grave in the mass grave? This is a blessed place for the local people."

Many rural people live close to each other with some relatives, and most of the places where bones are buried and worshiped are also within a concentrated range.

Lu Xiaolu said regretfully, "The glasses are in the backpack."

He has good eyesight, and he doesn't like to wear glasses for nothing, but every time he encounters such a situation, he doesn't have the glasses at hand, and Lu Xiaolu regrets to death.

Zhong Yi looked at a woman who was knitting a sweater sitting on a grave bag: "Don't bring it well."

Wang Xiaoming also glanced quickly, and found that the woman's wool was actually pulled out from her stomach - it was clearly bloody thin intestines.

But there are grave mounds everywhere, and if you step on the thorn bushes, how can you not be pricked?

Gu Bicai was probably out of this consideration, and the monkey was sitting on a short tree, neighing at Ye Xun.

When Wang Xiaoming saw Gu Bicai, he took a step back in shock.

The face in the middle was almost split in half, making the three faces look like only two now, looking like a bloody bean sprout from a distance.

Zhong Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the wound in the middle of Gu Bicai: "It is true that the third ghost is difficult to deal with, but the power of the general should not be limited to this. Summoning the general and inviting the gods depends entirely on will, the more distracted the spirit, the more powerful the general will be." smaller."

Wang Xiaoming wanted to retort a few words, but found that he couldn't speak - partly because Zhong Yi was reasonable, after a day of tossing, he was indeed exhausted when he summoned the general; the other part was because he didn't dare to speak.

In order not to drag the two of them down, Wang Xiaoming followed them almost in one breath. If he spoke now, the breath would be gone, and he felt that he might vomit blood for them on the spot.

"Don't act rashly." Zhong Yi stared at Gu Bicai without squinting, as if he didn't notice that there were already several translucent people moving close to them.

"This is not right." Wang Xiaoming said softly.

Although it's Ghost Festival now, he and Zhong Yi both have magic weapons - but the ghosts around them don't retreat but gather instead, like moths chasing light, there are more and more ghosts.

It is normal for ghosts to wander more during the Ghost Festival, and this is a large graveyard, so it is not surprising that there are ghosts, but there are at most twenty or so grave mounds around.

And the central point is them, and Gu Bicai on the tree.

In other words, it was the dead tree where Gu Bicai was.

So he moved closer to Zhong Yi.

Lu Xiaolu looked around: "??"

Wang Xiaoming wanted to tell Lu Xiaolu that a guy who looked as thin as a mummy had already pushed away the dirt around his feet, trying to grab his ankle.

But he really wanted to vomit, and he was afraid that the moment he opened his mouth, he would vomit on that resentful-looking ghost.

However, Lu Xiaolu was very keen occasionally. He noticed Wang Xiaoming's eyes and found that he was staring at his feet.

"Did I step on something?" Lu Xiaolu took a step back inexplicably, and raised one foot to look.

"There's nothing." Lu Xiaolu looked at the mud under his feet: "Why are you staring at me, I thought I stepped on a vetch root again."

Lu Xiaolu, an urban kid, is not good at folklore. He was a staunch atheist before. When he first arrived in Guangxi, because of the rainy weather, his feet were often covered with mud. The soles of the shoes were muddy, but he was chased away by an angry aunt for a long time-he pulled out the incense burnt by others, and when the incense burned out, there was only a stick left, which was pulled away by Lu Xiaolu.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

The ghost whose face was stepped on by Lu Xiaolu: "..."

He didn't step on it just now, but now he has stepped on it.

Seeing them coming, Ye Xun glanced at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi pulled Lu Xiaolu and Wang Xiaoming together, and took out a small double fish ink fountain from his pocket.

"Don't move." Zhong Yi told them.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but glanced at Ye Xun.

Ye Xun stood under the tree, motionless.

Wang Xiaoming saw four dark figures standing beside Ye Xun, slowly circling around him. Ye Xun seemed to be holding a lamp in his hand, and the flame like beans flickered. Blown out by the night wind.

The situation is not right.

At this time, Gu Bicai, Ye Xun has no problem taking it—the problem is those things around Ye Xun.

The withered grass under Ye Xun's feet was stamped out with a vague seven-star mark. Ye Xun stood in the mark, and the figures around him got closer and closer, almost reaching the distance where he could touch him with his hands.

Ye Xun seemed unaware of the shadow stretching out his withered claws behind him.

Seeing that Ye Xun's neck was about to be surrounded by shadows, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously pinched the canopy ruler.

But Zhong Yi shot faster than him.

He twisted the fish head on the Shuangyu ink fountain, raised his hand and pulled out a long ink thread from the fish head of the ink fountain. The tip just bounced to Ye Xun's feet, and the whirring sound of piercing the air was especially harsh at night.

Zhong Yi turned another fish head again, the second ink thread popped out, and a long black whip formed a semicircle. Then, like a bowed green bamboo being liberated, it slammed and bounced violently. The ghosts in half of the encirclement bounced and slid open a gap.

An ink fountain with two ink lines stretches freely in Zhong Yi's hands as if it has life: "The gods avoid, come and retreat, never meet in a thousand years, never meet in ten thousand years, go far away and push out to the outside world, don't harm good people here!"

There seemed to be wet ink stains on the ink line, and every time a wild ghost was bounced off, the ink line would make a soft "hum" sound, as if it had touched something, two tiny ink beads were shaken off.

Lu Xiaolu, who has good eyesight, immediately noticed this detail, and couldn't help but open his eyes wide to look around.

Zhong Yi drew a protective circle with an ink line, turned his elbow beautifully, and defeated several ghosts in front of the bow.

Gu Bicai's remaining four pairs of eyes were fixed on Ye Xun, and his mouth kept screaming, which made people's hair stand on end.

But Ye Xun didn't move, he didn't even raise his eyes, he kept staring at the fire in his hand, chanting words.