Jing'er wasn't angry when she heard Platoon Leader Zhang's words. She just smiled and asked, "But, you don't believe in ghosts?"
Platoon leader Zhang said proudly: "At least, I haven't seen it. You just said that whether you believe it or not, there is none. Using your logic, I don't believe it. Of course there is no such thing. You said you go in to catch ghosts, but you can't see the ghosts.
, who knows whether you really caught it or not? Once you go in, you walk around and say you caught a ghost, who can say you didn’t catch it?”
Jing'er said: "What I said about whether you believe it or not is that under normal circumstances, because Yin and Yang have different paths, ghosts and people have their own lives and will not harass each other. Since you don't believe it, you will naturally have enough confidence in your heart, then,
Even ghosts can’t harm you. On the contrary..."
"Come on, you are the god and you are the ghost. You said everything." Platoon leader Zhang interrupted Jing'er, unwilling to listen to her low-level explanation. He also felt that there was nothing outstanding about her. At least,
She couldn't even do the most basic brainwashing skills. To make him believe it, she had to at least say something scary so that he would have a trace of fear, and then use a series of so-called evidence to prove the authenticity of what she said.
But she doesn't even know how to explain.
Jinger shrugged and stopped talking.
Entering the Dream Factory, it looked very eerie at noon. Jing'er stood still, looked up at the sky, and asked Platoon Leader Zhang to put down the basket and summon the dragon staff. This time, it didn't work, and the dragon staff fell into her hand.
Up, she waved around.
Platoon Leader Zhang looked at her childish actions and couldn't help but asked with a smile: "What are you doing? Don't tell me that you are hunting ghosts now."
Jing'er looked at him, "Are you really not afraid?"
Platoon Leader Zhang snorted, "Afraid? What do I have to be afraid of? Is there anything here that I should be afraid of?"
Jing'er smiled evilly and gently waved her hand in front of him, "Look around you and above you again!"
Platoon Leader Zhang raised his head, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified. He looked around and turned around twice. His face, which was red just now, now turned pale. Beside him, in the distance, and in the sky, there was actually
There were many headless ghosts standing or floating in a dense crowd. These ghosts were uniformly dressed in prison uniforms and had no heads. There were blood stains on their necks, which were still dripping down. He looked at the ground, but there was no blood on the ground.
No matter how strong his heart was, he was frightened when he suddenly saw this. He grabbed Jing'er and said, "You...what kind of deception are you trying to pull off?"
Jing'er crossed her arms and said, "You can go out."
Platoon leader Zhang is a soldier after all. Although he can't keep his face in front of Taishan, he is not afraid of a woman. What is he afraid of? Then he put on a serious face and said: "If I don't go out, what should I be afraid of? Believe it or not.
Otherwise, it’s all an illusion.”
"Well, you are right to think so!" Jing'er held the dragon staff in one hand, grabbed a handful of figure eight knots with the other hand, and threw it into the sky. Her own body also flew into the air, like a beautiful
Butterflies shuttle through the figure eight knot.
Platoon leader Zhang quickly rubbed his eyes, was it right? She was flying? Really flying? Why can people fly? He also grabbed a handful of figure eight knots, threw them into the air, and jumped hard, imagining Jing Jing
He flew up like that. However, he did jump up. But he landed again a second later, and the figure eight knot he threw also fell to the ground.
Jing'er shook her head in the air, and with a gentle sweep of the dragon staff, all the figure-eight knots on the ground flew up. She landed, raised Platoon Leader Zhang, "Help me collect the figure-eight knots!" Then the two of them flew up in the air, and Jing'er's dragon staff flew up.
Wherever it went, all the figure-eight knots were put into the body of the headless ghost, and then continued to shrink and slowly fell down. Platoon leader Zhang was responsible for putting away the figure-eight knots that bound the soul. He stood in the air, and Jing'er went
Wherever he went, his body automatically floated there without any effort, but he was unable to move on his own. He wanted to retreat, but with Jing'er in front, he couldn't.
At first, he felt a little scared, because his ears were full of howling ghosts and wolves, but gradually, he got better and found it very fun. The feeling of flying up in the sky was so wonderful that he would probably never experience it again in his life. Of course,
While he was enjoying himself, he did not forget his task. He was very quick with his hands. Every time Jing'er received one, he would pick it up accurately.
Slowly, Jing'er's figure began to grow faster, like a butterfly flying through a flower, flying up and down, and the figure-eight knot continued to rise from the basket. The dragon staff was waving very fast, and the figure-eight knot also fell quickly.
When it was almost done, Jing'er simply lifted up all the figure-eight knots in the basket, leaving the remaining empty basket and said to him: "Put all the figure-eight knots you received into the basket."
As soon as she finished speaking, Platoon Leader Zhang's body began to fall slowly. He put down the figure-eight knot that bound his soul, and then was pulled up by a force. He said: "Don't say anything, just accept your ghost."
, otherwise it would be bad if they run away after a while."
Jing'er smiled and said: "Don't worry, they are the turtle in the urn now. I have already set up a barrier so they can't get out." In fact, even if the barrier is not set up, they won't get out because they are prisoners and beheaded here.
There is no other way to escape except by possessing people. The reason why she set up the barrier is because she is afraid that they will rush in in a hurry and accidentally hurt the people outside. After all, they will jump over the wall if they are anxious.
"Enchantment? Is that when you waved that golden cudgel just now? It was so fun!" Platoon Leader Zhang is not afraid at all now, he still knows how to joke, and looking at him, he seems to enjoy the feeling of flying in the air.
"Stop talking nonsense and collect your things!" Jing'er scolded, one of the figure eight knots almost fell to the ground. After landing, the soul will come into contact with the earth's Yin energy and it will be easy to escape.
"Here we come!" Platoon Leader Zhang's loud voice sounded. He landed on the ground and did a somersault, catching the figure-eight knot that was about to fall to the ground, and then put all the figure-eight knots in his hand into the basket.
He looked up and saw Jing'er's face. He was slightly startled and shouted, "There is something on your forehead. Is it invaded by a ghost?"
He was talking about the swastika that appeared between Jing'er's eyebrows when she was casting the spell. Jing'er said angrily: "No trouble, come up quickly!"
Immediately there was a force pulling Platoon Leader Zhang up. When he got closer to her, he saw clearly the symbol between her eyebrows and exclaimed: "It's a swastika!"
Being so distracted, he became a little confused. Fortunately, Jing'er helped him and prevented him from throwing the figure-eight knot that bound his soul flying in the sky to the ground.
Slowly, Platoon Leader Zhang also learned the ropes. He quickly picked up the knot, and then used his super accurate vision to throw the figure eight knot into the basket without landing it again.
An hour passed, and Platoon Leader Zhang was so tired that his limbs ached and his hands and feet became slower. But fortunately, the number of floating souls had slowly decreased. If he could hold on for another ten minutes, he would be done.
However, Jing'er went to the ground at this time. She leaned on the stone pillar in front of the Baccarat door and said, "Let's take a rest first."
Platoon leader Zhang asked doubtfully: "Why do you need to rest? That's the end of it!"
There was an enigmatic smile on Jing'er's lips, "Finished? The fun has just begun!"