Third watch

Wang Xiaoming also stared at Gu Bicai.

He could see it more or less, there were more than fifty ghosts surrounding them at the moment, and they were still rushing forward.

This is so abnormal.

You must know that not everyone will become a ghost when they die. In some places with pure folk customs, there are not enough five ghosts in one cemetery.

When Wang Dazhuang told him about the escape guide, he said that most ghosts are solitary, because they have no reason and emotion, unlike living people who can live in groups.For whatever reason, if more than eighteen ghosts gather together, they will kill each other, because ghosts are ruthless and will only subdue to the stronger ghosts by instinct-and this class The appearance of the enemy will be manifested through the killing instinct.

"Eighteen is the limit. As long as there are more than eighteen, a ghost head will inevitably appear among the group of ghosts. That ghost head is the cruelest, coldest, and most vicious of these ghosts. The evil ghosts selected in this way are more powerful than ordinary ghosts. It is more difficult to deal with the evil spirits." Wang Dazhuang told Wang Xiaoming in this way: "If you accidentally see ghosts on weekdays, just don't meet their eyes. But as soon as you find more than ten ghosts appearing at the same time, you should leave there quickly , because it is very likely that evil spirits will appear.”

Wang Xiaoming didn't need to count, but he also knew that there were more than fifty ghosts around at this time, and he could even feel that among these crowded ghosts, some were particularly difficult to deal with—although they were not particularly eye-catching, but the kind The cold resentment is strong no matter where it exists.

But none of them are ghost heads.

If they hit one by one, even Lu Xiaolu could kill two of them randomly with a mahogany sword.

But it can't stand too many. Ants are small, but they can eat an elephant together.

So the wheel battle will do them no harm.

Moxian is not omnipotent, and Zhong Yi's physical strength is also limited.

An uneasy thought flashed through Wang Xiaoming's mind, but he was attracted by Ye Xun's behavior.

The fire in Ye Xun's hand rose up, and the smoke gradually turned red. It diffused in such a starry night, but there was a sense of beauty.

Almost as soon as the smoke came up, the ghosts around Ye Xun slowly receded.

Ye Xun quickly threw the lamp in his hand to his feet, and the puff of smoke rose slowly, unexpectedly slowly enclosing a rather large area.

The smoke was like an invisible wall, slowly pushing away the surrounding ghosts.

Gu Bicai scratched the tree trunk, lifted his thick drooping eyelids, a stern light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head and screamed again.

Ye Xun turned his wrist, and the silver light flashed in the dark night, shooting towards him with a strong wind.

Gu Bicai seems to have become more flexible here, jumping dexterously like an old ape, with his left foot hanging upside down on the branch, swinging from side to side like a wall clock.A lot of wild ghosts gathered under that dwarf tree, clinging to the trunk, or wandering under the tree, like worker ants around the queen bee, gathering more and more. is a difficult thing.

He didn't fight back at Ye Xun, but kept screaming.

Ye Xun pulled out a gleaming short knife from his cuff, and Gu Bicai, who was hanging upside down, immediately struck with his claws, and the white light in his hand crackled.

Ye Xun raised his backhand, pulled the short knife upwards, and almost cut through the palm of Gu Bicai's palm - Gu Bicai almost shrank immediately, and the white light was shining again in his hand, and there was a loud bang, and another A thunderbolt struck.

Ye Xun's reaction was quick, and he backed away immediately when he missed a blow, and the thunderbolt hit the ground next to his heels.

Zhong Yi on one side quickly made up his position, grabbed a branch with one hand, turned over the tree neatly, and punched Gu Bicai with the other hand.

Gu Bicai counterattacked to block, but Zhong Yi's attack was too fierce, and immediately lost his balance after receiving a heavy blow with his palm, and fell backwards, almost falling off the tree.

But when their fists and palms touched, Gu Bicai's palm still sparkled, and there were a few small popping sounds as soon as they touched.

Zhong Yi immediately withdrew his hand, and after holding onto the tree trunk, his right hand trembled uncontrollably, and the demon-dispelling talisman in his hand had long been burned black.

Although Gu Bicai was beaten and rushed back two steps, it seemed that the magic-repelling talisman didn't have much effect on him. He staggered a few times and immediately stabilized his body. The bloody face in the middle made him look like a yaksha climbing up from hell.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaolu immediately wanted to step forward to help, but was dragged back by Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming noticed that although the smoke can prevent ghosts from approaching like mosquito coils, the smoke seems to have life and recognize people.

With Ye Xun as the center, they formed a protective circle.

As long as it is out of the range of the smoke, the wild ghosts around it will [-]% swarm up.

And compared to Gu Bicai, now Wang Xiaoming cares more about these wild ghosts—for some reason, he feels more and more uneasy.

But after all the tossing just now, Wang Xiaoming's head hurts like a tear. I don't know if it's because he was buried, or because he chased after him with a sigh of relief. Now his chest seems to be stuffed with ice. Biting pain.

No matter it is Taoism or Physical Art, it can only be achieved by relying on physical strength and spiritual strength. Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth and wondered whether he could succeed in summoning the general if he recited the incantation reluctantly.

Lu Xiaolu who was beside him grabbed him at this moment.

Wang Xiaoming staggered, and when he was about to speak, Lu Xiaolu firmly supported him.

"Do you know how ugly your face is now?" Lu Xiaolu whispered.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then wiped his face involuntarily.

"They're here." Lu Xiaolu exerted a little more force—even Wang Xiaoming himself didn't realize that his feet were trembling slightly all the time.

"Isn't my master very powerful?" Lu Xiaolu said.

Wang Xiaoming forced a smile, looked up, but saw Gu Bicai did something that stunned him.

I saw Gu Bicai howling furiously, his eyes were red, and the veins in his thin neck were bulging. He raised his hand and grabbed the bloody face in the middle, and tore it fiercely!

Ye Xun moved quickly, and at this moment he climbed up to the branch where he was. Although Ye Xun was calm enough, he was momentarily shocked by Gu Bicai's actions.

Gu Bicai seemed to be completely insane. There was a big gash between his two faces, bleeding profusely, and he was still holding the torn skin in his hand and threw it forward.

Ye Xun, like Wang Xiaoming, thought that Gu Bicai lost his mind and wanted to throw his face on him to disgust him, so he dodged instinctively, only to see the piece of fleshy skin went straight over Ye Xun and threw it under the tree.

It was as if water had dripped into the oil pan, and the sluggish ghosts boiled instantly, and some ghosts who were close to the tree had already started to pounce on the fleshy skin.

Could it be that the bloody smell from above woke them up?

Zhong Yi didn't have time to think about it, he jumped off the tree and wanted to destroy the fleshy skin, but suddenly there was a layer of ghosts in front of him, blocking his movements.

Wang Xiaoming pulled Lu Xiaolu back and couldn't help but watched the ghosts rush towards the things Gu Bicai dropped as if they were suddenly activated, colliding together like hungry wolves seeing meat, it was hard to tell who was who.

And... are there so many ghosts gathered here?

At this time, Wang Xiaoming felt a coolness coming from the tip of his nose, and when he looked up, he saw thunder flashing faintly in the thick ink-like sky.

"Xiao Ming?" Lu Xiaolu couldn't help shouting when he saw Wang Xiaoming standing there blankly.

"Is it going to rain?" Wang Xiaoming whispered.

Lu Xiaolu: "? No."

Wang Xiaoming stared at the sky, his pupils widened in an instant - a large black cloud covered the sky and was rolling and roaring!

And there are countless ghosts and monsters in the black clouds, mandrills and phantoms, appearing and disappearing with the lightning, the momentum is so great, it seems to swallow the sky and the earth!

"Ah!" Wang Xiaoming screamed, his blood surged, he bowed his head and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Xiao Ming?!" Lu Xiaolu was startled.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head, and there was not even a single cloud in the night sky.

"Catch him!" Wang Xiaoming yelled at Zhong Yi: "There are ghosts on patrol at night!"

Both Zhong Yi and Ye Xun's expressions changed. Ye Xun stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Bicai. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Gu Bicai spit out a mouthful of foul-smelling pus and blood at Ye Xun.

Ye Xun withdrew his hands and almost slipped down the tree, so he had to hook the trunk with both hands.Almost at the same time, the instantly louder rain drowned out his voice.

The torrential rain poured down without warning, and Wang Xiaoming could barely open his eyes.

Gu Bicai's sharp howl pierced through the rain like a sound wave and pierced everyone's ears. With crazy joy, he turned and climbed towards the top of the dead tree.

At this time, Ye Xun, who was hanging from the tree trunk, suddenly raised his head, pierced the rain curtain with a short knife, and pierced the back of Gu Bicai's neck. This piercing Ye Xun almost used all his strength, and the short knife pierced Gu Bicai's neck fiercely, and the blade was attached. Flesh and skin nailed to the trunk.

Gu Bicai's crazy howling stopped abruptly, and Wang Xiaoming only saw his limbs waving wildly in the rain - Ye Xun fell under the tree.

The ghosts around him squeezed towards the dead tree like a frying pan.

Zhong Yi rushed out from the rain curtain and ghost shadows with blood all over his head and face, and rushed towards Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu, seeming to be shouting something.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't hear it at all, and he stared blankly at the large black shadow that came with the downpour, as if a flood burst out of a bank. He knew that if it wasn't because of the heavy rain, He could see everything in that shadow.

Maybe it's the magnificent ancient march that has long disappeared in history, in which horseshoes shake the sky and flags are flying; or it may be thousands of unpredictable ghosts and ghosts, bringing a bloody wind and red rain, and disappearing wherever they go... Whether it is Nothing will belong to this world.

unavoidable.

A large group of ghosts climbed up the dead tree one after another, and piled up a ladder on the highest point of the dead tree, stretching out to the sky unsteadily, as if they wanted to merge into the black cloud from far to near.

Gu Bicai, who was possessed by the third ghost, found out the place where the gate between the world and the underworld opened in mid-July. He used his own flesh and blood to attract the ghosts of the underworld, and wanted to use the ghost ladder to escape. At that time, it was like a fish entering the sea. Ten Ye Xun could do nothing for him.

Ghosts patrol at night, legend has it that they will only appear in the remote mountains or deserts where there are no people. The ghosts pass by like a tornado, and all souls who face the ghosts will be swept away and taken into the underworld——

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and he could even see a blurry scene inside... Wang Xiaoming's head was so painful that it was about to explode, and his body couldn't control himself. He didn't even feel that he was walking numbly.

A chaotic figure flashed in front of his eyes, Wang Xiaoming instinctively recited the mantra, and opened his mouth with all his strength, but only said one sentence.

"Lu Xiaolu, hold on to Zhong Yi, don't look."

The author has something to say: The three ghosts are based on the three-headed phantom. Humans like to put silk in the cemetery, and there are many principles and precepts written on the silk. After absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon and being attacked by spiritual energy, The three-headed phantom will be born into the world. --Baidu Encyclopedia.