Forced to Zhongnan Chapter 40 An idea comes to mind
"Junior! Do you really not know how to die?"
The ghost's cries of gnashing teeth could be heard in the room, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and it screamed extremely shrilly.
It was very difficult for the ghost to deal with Yan Yun in this situation. He originally wanted to rely on absorbing the souls of others to increase his own strength, but his trick was seen through by Yan Yun.
Yan Yun not only got rid of the evil spirit, but also asked him to prevent others from approaching, making the ghost's plan become a sourceless water.
Yan Yun ignored the clamor of the ghost and stood firmly on the ridge of the roof, bow and arrow, focusing on a large hole in the roof, and at the same time scanning the surroundings of the house with the corner of his eye.
To a certain extent, Yan Yun has to thank the two strange people Xiong Nu and Li Zhen Yuantai and others he met in Xiao Zhongnan. The former gave him profound lessons and prevented him from being impulsive or aggressive;
He has the most intuitive feeling and experience of people who possess magic, which makes him behave calmly and patiently when facing aliens such as ghosts.
As the saying goes, you will not survive if you do something wrong.
Suddenly, there was a "boom" of fire in the room where Li Zheng lived, with tongues of flames flying around, and thick smoke rising up.
When Li Zheng got up, he lit the lamp. When the ghosts ingested the souls of Li Zheng and his wife, the lamp fell on the bedding, and the lamp oil spilled out, but the wick was not completely extinguished, finally causing a fire.
The fire spread quickly, burning the window paper, and the thick smoke spurting out from the window edges was filled with red tongues of flame.
The gaps in the roof tiles where Yan Yun stepped were like steamers, with traces of black smoke coming out.
In particular, the large hole in the roof that was broken by the ghost allowed the air above and below to pass through unimpeded, like a vent that gathers smoke and flames, carrying soot and rising outwards.
Yan Yun squinted his eyes, squatted diagonally, and stood on the ridge of the roof, motionless.
It is precisely because of the existence of this hole that most of the thick smoke from bottom to top has gathered, allowing Yan Yun to remain calm.
"Junior, you and I have no grievances. How about we each take a step back and let it go?"
Since it is a ghost, no matter whether the ghost is real or fake, it seems that there is an innate fear of fire.
Yan Yun listened but said nothing.
"Junior, are you deaf?" the ghost shouted.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Seeing Yan Yun's lack of response, the ghost finally became angry from shame.
Yan Yun's face was ashen, and he extended his fully drawn iron bow a little further, ready to strike with all his strength.
At this time, the window on one side suddenly broke open, and something seemed to rush out.
Yan Yun's eyes immediately focused on this object, but he soon discovered that something was wrong, it was a bedding on fire!
Almost at the same time, Yan Yun kicked off his feet and turned over with a kite on his head and feet. While his body was still in the air, he shot an arrow in an extremely awkward posture!
Just where he stood, a black shadow broke through the roof and emerged, it was the ghost!
It was holding the small black flag in its hand, with two painful and entangled dead heads sticking out from the front of the flag like giraffes, exactly the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Li Zheng.
This ghost probably didn't expect that his one-kill move would fail. Before he could react, the sharp arrow shot by Yan Yun penetrated his body.
"ah--"
The ghost made a shrill scream and fell down through the hole again.
This time, Yan Yun looked carefully and saw that the ghost's falling posture was completely out of control. This falling state was not a disguise.
As soon as Yan Yun's feet landed on the tile surface, he immediately rushed towards the hole. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the ghost was waving its arms. The ghost on the small black flag in his right hand had dissipated, but his body had not yet completely landed.
歘!
Yan Yun stood at the entrance of the cave and shot another arrow!
This second arrow missed its target, and by chance, Nazheng's head actually bit the arrow in one bite. However, in front of the huge impact, Nazheng's dead soul couldn't stand it, and immediately let go.
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When the ghost falls to the ground, there is a "bang" sound, which is no different from the human body falling to the ground.
It was probably hit hard by Yan Yun's first arrow and then fell to the ground again, causing great damage to its body. The small black flag clouds and mist rolled up, surrounded its body, and once again turned into countless mist feet and dissipated, but this process was even slower.
Yan Yun knew that when these fog feet came together again, they would turn into a complete humanoid ghost, and its injuries would also be covered up.
The fire is so strong that the house will collapse soon. Yan Yun cannot stay on the roof for long. The most important thing is whether the ghost will take the opportunity to escape. Then all his efforts will be in vain, and he will definitely be punished.
If you create a powerful enemy for yourself, then he will not be able to sleep peacefully all day long!
His heart suddenly crossed, and he jumped down from the entrance of the cave. When he landed, he rolled over and lost all his strength. He half-knelt on the ground and instantly set up the arrows and drew the bow string. However, in front of him was only the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Li Zheng who were lying on the ground.
On a wall just behind Yan Yun, the ghosts seemed to have just gathered and taken shape, and the eyes in the two holes on their heads were full of viciousness.
As soon as Yan Yun saw that there was no ghost in front of him, he wanted to turn around immediately and attack first.
How could the ghost let him get his wish? He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood at the black flag in his palm.
The heads of Li Zheng and his wife suddenly swelled up, revealing a ferocious look. They dragged their long misty tails like snakes, stretched out from the black flag, and bit Yan Yun's arms at extremely fast speeds.
Yan Yun was shocked, his arms shook, and the heads of the two dead souls scattered like smoke. As soon as he paused, they turned into a complete phantom of the head.
Yan Yun felt no pain in his arms. The souls of the two were not entities, and they did not seem to be able to cause much harm to him. If there was any difference, it was that his arms seemed to be caught by something, which made his movements a little sluggish.
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"Haha... your treasure has indeed failed, and your death has come!" The ghost laughed wildly, but the laughter suddenly stopped like a duck with its neck cut off, and the eyes in its robe immediately changed to a new one.
A look of fear.
Yes, there are too few souls contained in Black Flag!
If there are enough dead souls, the soul power alone can completely imprison Yan Yun's body without launching a direct attack.
But now, even if it mobilizes the dead souls with all its strength, it cannot restrict Yan Yun's actions. The arrow shining brightly in the firelight is like a death charm!
The ghost was frightened, and with the help of his agility and the restraint of the dead souls of Mr. and Mrs. Li Zheng, he wandered back and forth in the burning room.
Although Yan Yun had seen the weakness of the ghosts, he still didn't shoot the arrow. There were only three arrows left in his quiver. The ghosts of Li Zheng and his wife affected his aim. He didn't dare to waste any more and tried to shoot them.
This ghost who cared little about human life killed him on the spot.
The fire spread to the beams of the room, and the room became increasingly hot, making it difficult to breathe. The hot air rushed to the face like boiling water, and rolled Yan Yun's hair.
Yan Yun suddenly remembered the string of golden runes that appeared in the brocade bag. He had an idea and whispered in a low voice: "All those who are facing a fight should move forward in formation."
After reciting, Yan Yun felt as if something suddenly overflowed in his body, maybe it was heat. He was so excited that he shivered and got goosebumps all over his body.
The dead souls of Mr. and Mrs. Li Zheng seemed to have been severely injured, like a frost-beaten eggplant drooping on the ground, wilted, and slowly shrinking into the small black flag.
Yan Yun took advantage of this opportunity, loosened three fingers of his right hand, and shot an arrow through the ghost's right hand, nailing him to the wall.
The small black flag fluttered to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
