Yu Xing thought that the female ghost probably hid the bones in the wooden house. Anyway, she was just an ordinary ghost. Logically speaking, she would not understand what it meant that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place.
However, the wooden door shattered, revealing the scene inside the house, and Yu Xing remained silent for a moment.
He had to admit that he misunderstood this time, and the female ghost did not lie at all.
——Because at this moment, the bodies of four or five wild dogs were lying on the ground of the wooden house, dripping with blood, surrounded by a skull with carrion and some broken bones in the middle.
Um……
If he understood correctly, the female ghost killed all the wild dogs that ate her body and stored it in the wooden house, which made the bones intact in another sense.
Who says the meat sitting across a dog’s belly isn’t meat! Who says the bones used by dogs to grind their teeth aren’t bones!
Thinking of this, Yu Xing even felt that this female ghost had an eclectic wisdom.
Of course, even if he praises her a few more times, it won't change the fact that the female ghost is already mad.
The white clothes flashed in front of his eyes, and a terrifying grimace that turned bloody and fleshy from unknown moment suddenly appeared in front of Yu Xing. The wind blowing in his face was mixed with the rotten smell, which was disgusting.
Yu Xing used his knife to block him. He was frozen for just a moment. The female ghost walked around the blade like smoke and clawed at his face with her sharp claws!
Yu Xing retreated to the limit, and his skin was almost cut. He felt a burning pain on his face, and there was a chill in his face.
He touched it and found that ghost energy had entered his body. Although he couldn't see it, he guessed that there was a small black patch on his face.
Ghosts without entities are really difficult to deal with.
No, we can’t say that. Generally speaking, similar ghosts with entities are more dangerous than those without entities. However, the former can be dealt with with some physical means, but the spiritual ones need more "magic attacks".
The female ghost in front of him is probably a piece of cake to Taoist Feng Shui masters and others, but it is very troublesome to Yu Xing now.
His current identity is that of an ordinary person.
If ordinary people want to fight back, they can only destroy the carrier of the spirit body so that the spirit body can no longer condense!
Yu Xing moved his steps and tried to run towards the skull and wild dog corpse. However, the female ghost knew her own weakness, so how could she let him take advantage of it?
As soon as he tried to get closer, the female ghost's attacks intensified. Yu Xing could only rely on agility and sword and whip to counterattack. At the same time, he actually clearly felt the loss of physical strength.
After dodging another blow, Yu Xing stood there breathing heavily uncontrollably, and his legs gradually became heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
He was actually tired.
This body...
A flash of inspiration flashed in Yu Xing's mind, and he vaguely thought of something.
However, it was annoying to be blocked all the time. He held the knife and slashed his arm hard!
The blood dripped on the blade, making the sword even more sinister. The female ghost floated back a little in fear and looked at Yu Xing with a look of resentment.
The scene fell into a stalemate.
Yu Xing couldn't enter the wooden house, and the female ghost couldn't do anything to him for a while.
After a few seconds, the female ghost calmed down a bit and returned to the soft voice of the woman in white. She coquettishly said to Yu Xing: "Master, just let me tear off my face. If you don't drink my tea,
You can leave after tearing your face~"
Yu Xing chuckled.
She is too obsessed with this, as if there are some rules that must be followed. It is neither in line with the female ghost's revengeful mentality, nor can she find any corresponding factors.
On the contrary, it makes people find something wrong.
Just when Yu Xing was about to say something, there was a pop.
A slender hand stained by soil suddenly stretched out from the ground like the title page of Plants vs. Zombies.
The man who had been digging soil underground finally came to light again. His hand was pressing the ground next to him, and veins popped out, as if his whole body was trying to pull himself up.
The next second, a head came out, and Zhao Ruru's face met Yu Xing's eyes.
She blinked, tilted her head slightly, and met the eyes of the vicious female ghost again.
"Y——" The unspoken words were swallowed back urgently. Zhao Ruru's eyes flashed and he changed his words, "Sir, as the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please build it!"
Yu Xing: "..."
His whole body suddenly felt relaxed, because the female ghost abandoned him and turned to Zhao Ruru.
While resisting, Zhao Ruru shouted: "If you drink tea, you will be buried alive by her!"
After receiving Zhao Ruru's reminder, Yu Xing said calmly: "I didn't drink."
"Girl, hold her back first, I have a way to save you."
With this variable appearing, he should be able to enter the cabin.
The female ghost stared fiercely at him. Yu Xing was not frightened at all. He whipped her again. Taking advantage of the moment when the female ghost was wailing, he turned forward and reached the door of the wooden house in a few steps. The female ghost stretched out her hand to grab his back. Zhao Ruru immediately
He rang a bell in his hand.
"Jingle Bell……"
The ethereal and distant sound spread out like ripples, causing the female ghost's spirit body to stagnate in the air.
The ringing of the bells also affects people. Yu Xing felt that his vision went dark and his head was buzzing, but he could still move. Taking this opportunity, he immediately slashed at the dog corpses with his blood-stained knife, shaking the skulls at the same time.
A smash.
…
Before I knew it, fog began to appear in the mountains.
After the spirit body of the female ghost collapsed, the clearing was almost submerged in fog. When the fog dissipated, the cabin also disappeared, leaving only a small grave dug by wild dogs, with fragments of bones inside.
Being treated like this after death, it is no wonder that resentment will gather and become a harmful ghost.
Yu Xing tore off the hem of his clothes and used it as a bandage to wrap up his bleeding arm.
His wounds showed no signs of healing at all, which meant that his resurrection and recovery abilities were not present at this moment.
This actually made him a little more confident about the speculation that just emerged in his mind.
Zhao Ruru finally pulled herself out of the pit. She was covered in mud and in a miserable state. Seeing Yu Xing's clean body, she said enviously: "Master, do you have any clean clothes?"
Yu Xing planned to throw the set of clean clothes in his bag towards her. After thinking about it, he asked, "Is there a water source nearby?"
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Zhao Ruru to deal with the mud all over his body.
"Yes, that's where I came from." Zhao Ruru looked at him longingly, "Please accompany me there, and give me the clothes after I've washed them."
Although speaking like this is very inconsistent with the ancient defense of men and women, neither of them received the character warning, maybe because their characters are not normal people.
Yu Xing followed Zhao Ruru to the water source.
At this moment, Zhao Ruru finally remembered to introduce herself. She relied on Yu Xing's "rescue" and tried her best to leak out the information: "Thank you for saving your life, young master. This little girl is the saint of the Wang Dog tribe. In order not to be sacrificed to the dog god by the high priest,
I wanted to be a bride, so I ran away from the clan."
Of course, this is not her half-day experience, but the setting given to her by the character information.
"I have been on the run for several days. I am thirsty and tired. I passed by the cabin just now and wanted to stop for a sip of tea. Unexpectedly..."
Zhao Ruru was about to cry: "I was buried by a ghost!"
Yu Xing glanced at her.
Zhao Ruru is not so careless. Her identity as a saint seems to have given her some "magic attack" abilities...I am afraid that she drank this tea on purpose to test the conditions for death.
Sure enough, Zhao Ruru wiped away the non-existent tears and only wiped the mud on his face: "Wow, somewhere in the dark, it seems like a god told me that I have died once! Then I found that I didn't seem to be suffocated.