My first reaction was, Rhubarb is so fierce. This old lady is a "black" ghost no matter what. That is the level of a fierce ghost. In addition, as she is getting older, she must be much more powerful than Meng Erbai.
It took so much effort to deal with Meng Erbai before, so this old ghost must be even more difficult to offend.
But the old cat immediately pulled me back a few steps. Seeing what the old cat meant, Dahuang should be able to deal with this ghost by himself.
I quickly followed the old cat back, while Dahuang fought with the old ghost.
From my distance, the outline of the ghost was very unclear. I could vaguely see her hands fluttering in the air, like a drowning person. However, the rich black air followed her hands towards
The rhubarb surged away, and the rhubarb was gradually submerged in the black air.
I asked the old cat in a low voice: "Old cat, is it okay for Dahuang to be alone?"
Old Mao nodded and said: "Don't worry, Dahuang is very skilled and is the successor of the orthodox Daoxuan. Nothing will happen to him."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little strange and asked, "Isn't Dahuang your disciple? Why do you say he is the successor of orthodox Daoxuan?"
The old cat smiled and said: "We are just partners. He said he was my apprentice, but he was joking and cannot be taken seriously."
Only then did I understand the relationship between the two. In fact, Dahuang and Lao Mao were similar in age, with only ten years apart. If there was truly a master-student relationship, then Lao Mao would become a master when he was a teenager.
The fight between Dahuang and the old lady became more and more intense. The old cat seemed to feel that our distance was still not safe enough, so he pulled me back a few steps.
We had almost exited the entire cemetery. When I looked over from my current position, I found that I could no longer see the ghost clearly. In the dark night, it seemed that only Dahuang was dancing weirdly with a mahogany sword.
I suddenly remembered a ghost story I heard when I was a child.
It is said that the cemetery in the village where I lived when I was a child was haunted. The village chief paid for an expert to come over. The expert also took a mahogany sword and danced in the cemetery next to the village all night. Everyone did not hesitate.
I dared to get closer and watched from a distance. I didn't see any ghosts all night long. I only saw the master doing an inexplicable dance in the cemetery.
In the middle of the night, the master suddenly fell to the ground and died, bleeding from all his orifices. He died miserably. No one knew why he died, because from the beginning to the end, he was the only one dancing with a sword.
Only the dogs in the village kept barking at the tall man, and a little boy said that the tall man was actually surrounded by a circle of people all the time...
I thought this matter was very strange at the time, but now I finally understand the context of the matter.
Because the expert back then was not jumping around alone from beginning to end, but fighting with the evil ghost. In the end, he died not for no reason, but because he lost to the evil ghost and died of exhaustion.
Thinking of this story, I began to worry about Rhubarb sincerely. Although the old cat said that Rhubarb should be fine, the fierce ghost was obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.
As time passed, I saw that Dahuang’s movements had obviously begun to look slow and tired. I quickly asked the old cat: "Old cat, is Dahuang really okay?"
Only then did I realize that the old cat actually didn’t look good either.
In my impression, Lao Mao's face has never looked like this. He has always been a very calm and calm person, but now I can actually see the cold sweat on his face.
I immediately understood that the current situation was probably a little bad, and Dahuang might not be a match for that old ghost.
But I was helpless because I didn't know how to fight a ghost.
Old Cat waited for a while and started to look through his backpack. I saw that he took out another bundle of red rope. I asked, "Old Cat, is there anything I can do to help?"
The old cat shook his head and said, "Just wait here and don't worry about anything."
After saying that, the old cat took the red rope in his hand and rushed towards Dahuang.
I saw the old cat's figure extremely fast, and it rushed over in the blink of an eye. Then I heard a scream, which was obviously made by the old ghost.
Then the old cat held up the red rope and seemed to be tying her up, but because it was too far away, I couldn't see the old ghost at all. Her entire outline seemed to be hidden, like air.
I saw bursts of black smoke starting to rise from the red rope, and then there was a burning smell. I quickly shouted: "What's wrong, old cat?"
But neither Lao Mao nor Da Huang paid any attention to me. About a few minutes later, Lao Mao and Da Huang suddenly started running towards me quickly.
Dahuang's face was covered with sweat, and he said as he ran: "Quick! Lin Yang, run! Get out of here!"
As they said that, they both ran up to me, and I quickly followed them out. The three of us ran very fast towards the village as fast as we could.
After running for more than ten minutes, they finally stopped. The old cat looked back warily and said, "Fortunately, the old lady didn't catch up."
Panting heavily, I asked the old cat: "What's going on? Didn't you subdue that old ghost just now?"
The old cat nodded and Dahuang said: "This old ghost is very profound and not an ordinary character. I have been fighting with her for so long and I have always been at a disadvantage."
As he spoke, Dahuang stretched out his arm for me to see. I saw that there were many long and narrow wounds on his arm. As expected, these wounds were all the work of the old ghost just now.
I quickly asked: "What should I do? Are these injuries okay? Will they be infected?"
Dahuang spat and said: "Bah, I'm frustrated, I'm definitely not infected, it's just that it hurts so much..."
The old cat looked around and said: "No, this place is too evil, the yin energy is very strong, and it is the fault of the Bai family. I think it is impossible for the Bai family to reconcile with us. Let's leave quickly."
Dahuang also nodded and said: "Yes, that old lady is just a member of the Bai family. If other ghosts from the Bai family come too, we will die here tonight."
My back felt numb when I heard it, and I quickly asked: "But are there no buses now?"
Dahuang said: "There should be a night bus. Anyway, we can't spend the night in this village."
After saying that, we hurriedly walked along the mountain road toward the road in the distance.
Dahuang warned me while walking: "Lin Yang, when we walk on the mountain road for a while, no matter what happens, you must not look back. If someone calls you, you can't agree. If your back is cold, you can't look at it. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I understand this. I also grew up in a rural area. There are many legends of ghosts and monsters in my small village. For example, when walking at night, especially on mountain roads, you should never look back.
Sometimes when someone is walking, they feel that there are hands on their shoulders. At this time, you must not look back, because those hands are probably not human. If you look back, your life will be blown away by the ghost.
If you are caught in the fire, you will die instantly, or you will be directly possessed by the ghost.
Now the three of us must have been targeted by the old ghosts of the Bai family, so there must be a lot of danger when we walk on the mountain road.
At this time, the old cat took out a piece of dark stuff from his backpack, and then lit it with a lighter. After the thing burned, it gave off a faint fragrance.
Only then did I realize that it was a piece of sandalwood.
Dahuang pointed to the sandalwood in Old Cat's hand and said to me: "Look, sandalwood can drive away ghosts. Although sandalwood disperses quickly on the mountain road and has little effect, it is better than nothing. We also have something to rely on."
I nodded and suddenly thought of the bloody handprint on my back, so I asked, "Dahuang, do you think the bloody handprint on my back was printed by the old lady just now?"
Dahuang shook his head and said: "It's not like that. Your bloody fingerprints look like a man's palms. That old lady's hands are not that big."
After hearing this, I frowned and asked, "Who put this fingerprint on it? Could it be someone from the Bai family?"
Dahuang said: "I don't know, the possibility is not very high. Don't forget, when the fingerprints were printed on your back, Meng Erbai had not been expelled by us. At that time, the Bai family did not celebrate holidays with us, so they had no reason to give
You made a bloody handprint..."
The more I listened, the more confused I became. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what kind of ghost would put a bloody fingerprint on me. Maybe only Lao Xie, who has dealt with ghosts in the subway, could figure this out.
As we talked, we had walked far away, and there were faint lights on in the mountain villages in the distance. However, the mountain road was always dark, and only the light of the flashlights in the hands of the three of us illuminated the darkness.
The old cat walked in the front, I was in the middle, and Dahuang was slightly further back.
Because the mountain road is not very wide, the three of us lined up in a long formation. The road is just three miles away. If we keep going at this speed, we will be there in another ten minutes.
However, at this moment, Dahuang suddenly said "fuck", pointed to the ground and said: "Lin Yang, let me tell you something, don't be afraid..."
I was horrified by Dahuang's tone, and quickly asked: "What's the matter, tell me."
Dahuang said again: "Lin Yang, be mentally prepared first. No matter what I tell you later, you must calm down and never look back. Do you know..."
Listening to Dahuang's words, my heart became even more chilly. Now I just feel that my shoulders are heavy, but it doesn't feel like there are hands pressing on them. It feels like I am carrying a heavy backpack. So Dahuang wants to
Tell me, what exactly is it?
At this time Dahuang pointed to the shadow at my feet and said: "Lin Yang, look at the same thing, your own shadow..."
I looked down and was so frightened that I saw another person's shadow above my shadow and on my shoulders. It looked like that person was riding on my neck, and his hands were weird.