These seven days are undoubtedly the most stressful seven days in my life. Compared with this, the tension of the college entrance examination back then was nothing. It was a fart that didn't even move. Everyone has been busy. Zuo Han has been busy these days.
She didn't go back to school, and I didn't ask her how she was kidnapped last time. Mrs. Xu and Su Su didn't tell what happened either.
It was night, after everyone had worked hard all night, they all went to rest. I walked up to the man with the cloth and said, "Senior, let's go." Rabbit heard from the side, and Gulu got up from the ground and said to me: "
Where to go?”
I said, "Let's go to the cemetery. Do you want to go?" Rabbit thought for a moment and knew what the cloth man and I were doing. He lost interest and said, "You go, I don't want to go to hell after death."
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Unexpectedly, Zou Yang, who had always been up to no good, actually came out with the two of us. The three of us took a taxi and went to the cemetery in our area. The driver heard that we were going to the cemetery. At first, we were worried about death.
We refused, but in the end we were attracted by the high price we offered, and they told us to take us to a place one kilometer in front of the cemetery and let us walk the rest of the way.
But thinking about it, this driver is quite courageous. Seeing the ghostly me, the mummy-like man wearing cloth, and the cold Zou Yang, most people would stay away, but this guy actually
He still dared to do our business. He was so frightened in the car that he trembled all over and stopped saying anything.
Anyway, we arrived at the public cemetery in the city. There was no moon tonight, not even stars. The three of us walked forward, and the man with the banner said: "This ghost technique requires one to transform into a ghost. You can
The yin energy in my body is extremely heavy, even heavier than mine. As long as we get rid of this, everything will not be difficult."
Seeing me looking at him in confusion, the cloth man said: "Don't think of yourself as a human being, think of yourself as a ghost, and just add the spells I will give you in the future." I seemed to understand.
Nodding, I have experience in being a ghost. The last time I was in Yin City, I had already been a ghost once.
The cemetery we came to is on a mountain and is inaccessible. The cemetery is quiet at night. Occasionally, there is a cooing sound. I don’t know what kind of bird is calling. If an ordinary person enters here, he will get goosebumps involuntarily.
, but when I came here, I felt the cold atmosphere here and the weird smell in the air. I took a deep breath and let out a comfortable moan. This is Yin Qi.
Zou Yang leaned on a tombstone in boredom and looked at the man with the banner and me. The man with the banner first told me some technical knowledge, such as how to release Yin Qi and how to let Yin Qi attack. Anyway, it was just on the roadside.
The knowledge is simple but crucial.
After talking for about an hour, the man with the cloth said: "You have a good foundation. Ghost magic is not like Taoist magic, but a heretic. It succeeds quickly. There is no point in just contacting you like this now. During these seven days, I will give you advice every day."
Find a fierce ghost, the last day is Yongzhu, you have to fight with them, so that you can have some confidence when you deal with those people after seven days."
I nodded, even if I heard that I was asked to fight against Yongzhu, I didn't feel scared at all.
The man with the cloth began to walk along the cemetery, looking at the graves one by one. Finally, he selected an inconspicuous, dilapidated small grave without even a tombstone, and said to me: "This is the grave of a man who died violently."
, it is a fierce ghost, you open its grave, anger it, and practice your skills."
When I was winning the Kyushu Cauldron, I saw the ghosts of dead people in the animal gods. At that time, even if there was a yang talisman, I had to avoid it. But today is different, it is a fierce ghost.
I want to be the king of ghosts, it is destined to be my stepping stone!
I walked over, squatted down, and slowly started to pull up the grave in front of me with both hands. The ghosts of people who died violently would usually come to you if you don't provoke them, let alone someone like me.
This is a somewhat unscrupulous behavior on the grave. From the moment I squatted down, I felt a gust of wind around me and a cool feeling behind me, as if something was blowing into my neck.
If it were before, I would definitely look back, but now, instead of feeling the slightest discomfort when facing things, I really enjoy this feeling of being filled with ghosts and gloomy energy, and I also know that the real owner is not really
Go around the back of my neck.
After a few pulls, I touched a hard object from the soil of the grave, like a card. I picked it up curiously and took a look. I saw a black and white photo of about ten inches. Judging from the posture, it should be a photo of the person who died.
He looks very young, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, plump eyes, and a dark mole above his chin.
Generally speaking, photos of dead people are very unlucky. Even the photos of actors playing dead people on TV will have red envelopes behind them. To remove the bad luck, I took a look at the photo and ignored it. I wanted to throw it away and continue digging the grave, but I
While I was throwing it away, I seemed to notice something wrong with the photo from the corner of my eye. When I took a closer look, I didn't find anything special.
I secretly thought that I was too worried, and wanted to throw away the photo of the deceased, but at this time, I clearly saw the photo of the deceased from the corner of my eye, and it suddenly opened its mouth, smiled sinisterly at me, and waited for me.
When I came over, the photo was back to its original state.
I knew that the things inside the grave seemed to have taken the bait. In this case, I was too lazy to dig the grave. I grabbed the photo of the deceased with both hands and prepared to tear it up. But when I put my hands on it, the person in the photo of the deceased suddenly suddenly
Blood was bleeding from both eyes, as if they were bleeding from the beginning when the photo was taken.
I snorted coldly, without stopping at all. I pulled hard and with a hiss, the photo was torn in half from the middle. However, the photo seemed to be alive, and red oozed from the split place.
There were traces of blood, and then a shrill scream came from the photo.
If ordinary people saw this weird situation, they would be scared to death, but today this ghost happened to meet me who was a bit masochistic. I heard this ghost react, and struck even harder, and slapped that ghost.
The photo was torn to pieces.
At this time, the photo in my hand suddenly flew out of my hand uncontrollably, like pieces of butterflies, dancing in the silent night. After a while, the photo that I had torn into pieces just now was actually
They were put together, and the man's portrait was pieced together. However, at this time, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes had disappeared. There was a face full of blood, and the mouth was a bloody hole. If you look carefully, you can see that this
There is no chin shell, and you can directly see the red esophagus inside.
The person in the portrait screamed at me with that big mouth, and then rushed towards me. What happened next was a bit like the classic scene of the midnight bell, where the dead man dragged his bloody body from there.
The corpse emerged from the portrait and rushed toward me fiercely.
Judging from the appearance of this ghost, it seems to be very angry. In fact, I don't blame him for being angry. Usually it seeks trouble for others. Today, a rude man like me did appear. He came up to pick up graves and then tore up people's photos. This evil ghost has long been dead.
It got angry, so it ignored the yin energy in me that was deeper than him.
When I saw this ghost of death, with no good spot on its body and its lower limbs almost crushed into a layer of skin, rushing towards me, I knew that this thing must have died in a car accident. Its mouth was so angry that it made the chinless
The mouth suddenly became a veritable bloody mouth, and he opened his mouth and bit me.
I subconsciously raised my right hand to meet the knot. It wasn't until I hit this ghost that I remembered that I had no Yang Fire at all. My fist immediately hurt. When I saw it, the bloody mouth had actually swallowed my entire arm.
In the belly, it wasn't over yet. It opened its mouth wide and actually wanted to swallow me inside.
I snorted coldly, if you can swallow it, can't I swallow it? I thought about the formula to bring out Yin Qi that the man in the cloth gave me, and the extremely Yin Qi in my body suddenly increased sharply, and
The female ghost in white also appeared solidly behind me. I looked at the ferocious face and without saying a word, I opened my mouth and bit the dead ghost whose face was covered in blood and whose brains were bursting.
The female ghost in white behind me imitated my movements, leaned down and opened her mouth towards the ghost of violent death. In fact, I couldn't bite the ghost, but the female ghost in white behind me could,
I saw her elegantly opening her scarlet cherry mouth, sucking on the murderous ghost like she was drinking noodles.
With a squeak, the ghost who originally wanted to swallow me looked shocked, but its head began to slowly become thinner, and finally turned into a noodle-like black yin. It was pulled by the female ghost behind me.
Swallowed it.
The total time from the appearance to the disappearance of the ghost of death was less than three seconds, and I destroyed this thing in an unexpected way.
The man with the cloth said to me speechlessly: "I'm bringing something for you to practice. It's good for you to use some of your Yin Qi to fight with him and temper yourself."
I smashed my mouth, and it seemed that it was me who swallowed the bloody ghost just now, not the female ghost in white behind me, and said: "This thing is too weak and not enough."
The cloth man was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and then said nothing. Actually, what I want to say is that I have learned a lot of these fighting skills in Yin City. Although they are not gorgeous, those skills and movements are all through
I have been tempered by life and death, but now I am really unable to muster the energy to deal with a ghost of this level.
We walked around in a circle, and the man with the cloth said helplessly: "You have eaten the most powerful ghosts in this cemetery. Now there is nothing to practice with you. That's all. I will practice with you."
After the man with the cloth said these words, he bent towards me like an arrow from the string.