If you show any flaws, you will be caught by ghosts?
Liu Mang found it interesting after hearing this.
The so-called ghosts seem to be different from demons in that they are good at attacking at the spiritual level.
Moreover, the ghost was very concealed, making it difficult even for him to trace it.
Liu Mang couldn't help but become a little interested in it.
At this time, in the ancestral hall in Gujiazhuang.
Gu Li, the owner of the village, sat in the center and presided over a family meeting to discuss decisions.
At first, the top management of Gujiazhuang thought that noodle-eating ghosts like to attack people with weak Qi and blood, such as the elderly, children, women, injured people, etc.
But later they discovered that many healthy and strong men died.
After research, they found that the noodle-eating ghosts were more interested in attacking people who were born in childhood, and they also preferred virgin boys and girls who had never been pregnant.
They can understand if they like people born at Zishi, after all, Zishi is the time of day when the yin energy is the strongest. But they can't understand if they like boys and girls.
But no matter what, Gujiazhuang cannot just sit back and wait for death.
So, they gathered all the people who were born in Zishi into the largest ancestral hall in the family, which could accommodate thousands of people at the same time.
Several powerful elders took turns guarding the outside.
Gujiazhuang's idea is very simple, using the drag-and-drop technique.
As long as the noodle-eating ghost cannot eat what he wants, he will leave Gujiazhuang and go to other villages to wreak havoc.
As for the life and death of other Zhuangzi, it is not something they can consider. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will not die but a poor Taoist.
However, their calculations clearly failed.
On the first day after this measure was implemented, it was somewhat effective, and for the first time there were no casualties in the village.
Before the people of Gujiazhuang could be happy for long, they were horrified to discover the next day that a third-level clan member guarding the ancestral hall had died of old age!
The state of death was extremely miserable, with his face eaten out and covered in blood, just like those of the old, weak, sick and disabled.
"This noodle-eating ghost is evolving!" A clan elder analyzed with an ugly expression.
"It's getting stronger and stronger. Even though the eight clan elders have been seriously injured and haven't recovered yet, the speed at which the noodle-eating ghost's strength is increasing is a bit scary!" Another clan elder showed a rare hint of fear on his face.
"Please take action, Master!" The third clan elder looked at Gu Li expectantly.
After hearing this, other people also looked at the young and beautiful village owner.
When dealing with such ghosts, monks often have more advantages than warriors.
Although Gu Li is only at the qi training level, many people in the village know that her accumulation is extremely rich, no worse than an ordinary foundation-building monk.
Many clan elders had been defeated by her in fair competitions before.
"Okay, I'll keep vigil tonight." Gu Li nodded.
She wore no makeup and wore simple clothes, like an elegant human elf.
Darkness is coming soon.
The large ancestral hall, which was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet at this time.
Knowing that the owner of the village was guarding outside, many people in Gujiazhuang felt relieved and gradually relaxed.
Gu Li has been observing the ancestral hall closely with his spiritual mind, holding a stack of talismans of different colors tightly in his hand.
Nothing happened until the ugly moment, and Gu Li couldn't help but relax a little.
"ah!"
At a certain moment, a tragic sound sounded, waking up the clan members who were laying on the floor in the ancestral hall.
By the light of candles.
They all saw a man in blue in the center of the crowd. His face was covered in blood and flesh, and all his facial features had disappeared. Where his eyes had been, there were two empty holes that were bleeding continuously.
His body, like a landed fish, twisted and jumped twice on the spot, then became motionless.
Directly above the man's body, a ball of black ink was escaping into the distance.
Gu Li was furious and quickly threw out a red talisman, which spontaneously ignited without wind.
Then it turned into a series of ring-shaped red flames with gaps. There seemed to be many mysterious characters embedded in the flames, and it quickly rushed towards the black shadow in a curved trajectory.
boom!
The black ink was directly hit by the flames, and a small gap appeared in the center, but it returned to its original state in an instant.
The black ink, relying on the impact of the flames, shot into the distance at a faster speed without leaving a trace.
"ah!"
"ah!"
Afterwards, screams erupted from many different areas in Zhuangzi. This was the noodle-eating ghost demonstrating and taking revenge on Gu Li.
Gu Li's face was ugly, and her chest, which was not small, kept rising and falling.
She rushed to the location where the sound came from, but it was too late. All the people who were attacked were already in trouble.
Moreover, the noodle-eating ghost seemed to be a little disdainful of the faces of those born during the non-child period, and did not even chew them cleanly.
"I'm going to kill it!" Gu Li, who usually has a good temper, was really angry at this moment, and her cheeks were stained with a blush.
The aura on her body began to boil, and she actually began to prepare to attack the level, trying to forcibly build the foundation!
"No, miss!"
"No way, Master! A little impatience will ruin a big plan!"
"If you do this, the plan she has been planning for many years will come to nothing!"
At the critical moment, Gu Li's maid Han Yu and several clan elders came out to persuade her and asked her to stop her actions.
Gu Li gradually calmed down and discovered a phenomenon.
That is, Gu Qingqing's house with a radius of 100 feet is safe, and there has never been any attack.
Gu Li knew that this had nothing to do with Gu Qingqing, but involved the mysterious man.
The man's strength was so strong that even Gu Li found it difficult to see through it.
Therefore, Liu Mang was surprised to find that Gu Li, the owner of the village, came to visit him in a hurry in the middle of the night.
Wearing white pajamas, he walked out slowly and unhurriedly. The collar was naturally parted, revealing the strong bronze muscles underneath.
Gu Li showed a hint of guilt on her face and said, "Mr. Han, I'm sorry to bother you so late. It's true that Gujiazhuang is in great difficulty now."
Liu Mang knew this and asked, "It doesn't matter if the owner of the village just says it."
"There is a fierce ghost in the village, and we are helpless, but I know that Mr. Han is very powerful, and he may not have any powerful means." Gu Li looked sincere and continued, "No matter what the outcome is, I, the Gu Family Village, are willing to pay sufficient compensation.
"
"I want the warrior skills after the fourth level." Liu Mang said bluntly.
Gu Li was overjoyed when she heard this. From Liu Mang's tone, she could tell that the other party seemed to have a solution.
"The inheritance of warriors has been cut off, and we do not have any skills beyond the fourth level. However, my Gu Family Village has been passed down for thousands of years. There are many treasures in the secret vault. You can choose three of them at will, Mr. Han. What do you think?"
"Yes." Liu Mang listened and did not refuse.
There was no skill, as he had expected.
If the technique was so easy to find, he wouldn't have to rack his brains to join the Immortal Sect.
And just for Gu Qingqing's sake, he would never let the evil ghost come out to hurt anyone again.
After hearing this, Gu Li said happily: "Master Han is really a man of ancient ways!"
Liu Mang was a man of action. Since he agreed to Gu Li, he stayed next to the ancestral hall that night.
When he passed, Gu Qingqing naturally followed.
Gu Qingqing is a person who doesn't even care about living in a chicken shed. He only feels excited and novel about living on the floor of an ancestral hall.
The noodle-eating ghost should not come until tomorrow night, Liu Mang thought.
Not only does he think so, but others also think so.
Liu Mang sat cross-legged at the entrance of the ancestral hall, with his eyes closed, his thoughts gradually diverged and he began to enter a state of rest.
…
"Iron Bull...Iron Bull..."
"Tie Niu... cough cough... wake up quickly..."
"Tieniu...it's time to take medicine..."
My head felt so heavy, my throat felt so thirsty, my eyes couldn't be opened at all, and my body couldn't move at all.
There is only one feeling in the man's heart.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the old lady in front of him with half-white hair and a sallow complexion. This was his mother in this world.
"Ahem!"
My mother's health was obviously very poor and she kept coughing.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and when she saw the man waking up, his withered eyes showed a hint of joy.
"Tieniu, drink the medicine quickly."
"Thirsty..." The man said hoarsely as he felt his throat burning.
After hearing this, the old mother slowly turned around and walked towards the stove at home.
Step by step, each step seemed to consume a lot of energy. When she walked to the stove, she could clearly hear her breathing.
"Hey, the boiling water is cold." My mother opened the lid and said with some regret.
But she still picked up the ladle tremblingly and poured water into the bowl.
at this time.
The old wooden door at home sounded a rhythmic knocking sound of 'dong dong dong'.
"Is it Uncle Wang?" My mother shouted with all her strength, but she could still hear the lack of energy in her voice.
The wooden door was then pushed open, and a skinny old man with an expressionless face walked in.
His hair was half white and slovenly, his figure was so thin that he could be blown over by a gust of wind, and his face was extremely stiff, like a zombie.
‘Clang!’
The old man rudely put down the two porcelain bowls on the wooden table and walked out the door without saying a word.
A porcelain bowl is filled with white porridge, which is still steaming.
In another porcelain bowl, four gray steamed buns were placed, stacked crookedly on top of each other in the bowl, even exceeding the surface of the bowl.
"Thank you, uncle!" the old mother said gratefully, but did not receive any response.
She continued to walk to the wooden table with difficulty, and said happily to the man on the bed: "Uncle Wang sent us enough to last us two days. Tieniu, when mother feels better, we can go to the ground, cough cough..."
She directly picked up a bowl of porridge and placed it next to the bed. Then she struggled to lift the man's head and put it on a pillow. She picked up the spoon and started to feed the man.
At the same time, he tore a piece of steamed bun into pieces, mixed it with porridge and fed it to the man on the bed.
After most of the white porridge in the bowl disappeared, leaving only a shallow layer, the mother couldn't help but pick up the bowl and eat it herself. Finally, she stuck out her tongue and licked the bottom of the bowl clean.
As for the three steamed buns left on the table, she didn't touch them at all.
After feeding the man and feeding him some medicine made from unknown grass roots, she tremblingly climbed onto her bed.
At this time, the mother and son heard the voice coming from another neighbor next door.
A gentle female voice whispered: "Mr. Liu, Aunt Liu's family is in a difficult situation right now. Would you like to send some food?"
'Snapped!'
A loud slap sounded.
Then, a voice as ugly as a drake said: "Damn it! Our family is not having a good life, and I am living a tight life every day. Do you still want to be a living Bodhisattva? Could it be that you have fallen in love with that boy?
?”
"No, sir." The female voice tried to defend herself, not daring to bring up the matter of sending food.
After hearing this, the man on the bed felt depressed in his heart.
He rolled his eyes and stared blankly at the low beams.
"I fell seriously ill just after traveling through time. Who is as unlucky as me?"
"The most important thing is that not only are you sick, but you also have nothing to eat. If you don't die of illness, you will starve to death first!"
"It's been almost a month, and there has been no improvement. Am I going to die in such frustration?"
The man felt very hopeless and extremely dark inside.
"Then go to hell!"
At this time, such a voice could not help but emerge in my heart.
"You are now a burden on the family. Your mother, in this body, has no food at all in order to take care of you. Sooner or later she will not be able to survive."
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. If you commit suicide now, there is no chance that you will be able to travel through time again!"
After hearing this, the man couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.
But he can't move now, even if he wants to die.
"Biting your tongue can kill you. Bite quickly, bite quickly!" The voice in my heart continued to remind me.
When the man heard this, a trace of struggle appeared on his face.
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
"Die quickly! Die quickly!"
"Bite your tongue, bite your tongue quickly!"
"Okay." The man suddenly replied loudly, and then he sat up from the bed instantly.
The old mother who was about to fall asleep next to her had a look of astonishment on her face, which then turned into a deep surprise.
"I didn't expect that any of my stray thoughts could be used by you to infinitely magnify the flaws. Those with lower cultivation levels would probably fall into it," the man said with a smile.
"Tieniu, what are you talking about? Ahem..." The old mother looked at her son in confusion. Could it be that he had a fever?
"It's okay, mother." The man gave her a reassuring smile.
boom!
The illusion was shattered, and Liu Mang in reality opened his eyes at the same time, looking at the black ink floating in the air less than a foot away from his face.
"Thank you for letting me remember the past."
After Liu Mang finished speaking, a red light comparable to silk thread shot out from his fingertips.
Although this thread is thin, it has a heavy texture, as if it contains extremely terrifying energy.
After hitting the black ink, let it explode directly with a 'bang' sound. Most of them cannot recover and gradually dissipate in the air, leaving only a weak black light that shoots away in the distance.
At the same time, hundreds of miles away.
A tall young man in black robes suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and said with a shocked and angry expression: "The Fruit of Ten Thousand Faces is about to mature, but it is destroyed by your hands! Seven years of hard work have been wasted. You must die, you must die!"
A short companion next to him also had an extremely ugly look on his face: "The devil has devoured more than nine thousand faces. We are only left with the last few hundred faces to bear fruit for us who are at the peak of foundation building to attack the golden elixir! Unexpectedly
, but something went wrong at this time.”
The tall man said coldly: "I'm going to kill him!"
But the short companion dissuaded him: "This man can easily kill the ghost general who is about to become a master. I guess he is no match for you and me."
"You have to ask Master to come over!"
"Okay! I will inform Master now that not only this person is going to die, but everyone around him is going to die!"