Seeing the scholar's tongue shoot out again, Zhou Shi hurriedly turned around and used his body to protect the injured Mr. Mo.
"Hmm!"
A stinging pain came from my shoulder, but the situation I imagined that I would be penetrated did not happen.
The tongue only pierced the flesh and then stopped moving forward.
Zhou Shi turned around and saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress blocking his view.
"Xiao Lin?"
Xiao Lin turned his back to him, grabbing the scholar's needle-like tongue with one bone claw!
She reached out with both hands, grabbed the tongue and pulled it sharply, pulling the scholar in front of her, and stretched a pair of bone claws towards his eyes——
"Pfft!"
The scholar's eye socket was stabbed by Xiao Lin, and two streams of black blood spurted out!
It seemed to be enraged. It opened its huge mouth and was about to swallow Xiao Lin whole!
But Xiao Lin just folded his palms on his lower abdomen again, with no intention of dodging.
The scholar's movements suddenly stopped, and the huge mouth began to tear from the cheek, and the deformed lower jaw was completely torn off!
The scholar who turned into a ghost was seriously injured, but based on instinct, he launched a dying attack. Its tongue shot out from the "mouth" that only left the upper jaw, directly piercing Xiaolin's abdomen, and then swept to the right, cutting her open!
Zhou Shi was secretly worried, but Xiao Lin seemed not to notice, gently pinched the scholar's tongue with his hand, and pulled it off directly!
"There are only white bones left in Xiao Lin's body, so the blow just passed by the lumbar spine and did not hurt the body?"
Without his huge mouth and tongue, Xiucai no longer had any means of attack. His body began to twist, as if he wanted to get out of the store and escape outside.
This is a serious ghost! If he is allowed to escape, Jiang doesn’t know what kind of disaster he will suffer!
It rushed towards the door panel like a drill, but the moment it touched the door panel, it suddenly lost its rotation and was blocked by the door panel.
"Is it the role of Mr. Hu?" Zhou Shi remembered that when he was in Cheng Youyi's home, even if the resentful spirit was dispersed, it could not escape from that house.
Sure enough, the scholar also discovered the source of his loss of power. It turned around and rushed towards Duke Hu who was placed on the table!
No! Zhou Shi quickly threw himself at him to snatch Hu Gongzun, but how could he be as quick as the Li Gui? Seeing that Hu Gongzun was almost in its hands, Zhou Shi fell to the ground——
Opener!
A palm was slapped on the foot of the counter, and the wooden counter was instantly shattered into pieces by the hand opening the monument, and Duke Hu also slipped from the scholar's hand.
Just when Xiucai was about to attack Zhou Shi, Xiao Lin stopped him and grabbed his head with a pair of bone claws!
"Crunch——"
Under the bone palm, the scholar's head cracked directly, and his body turned into a ball of black smoke.
Zhou Shi watched the terrifying and strange contest between the two fierce ghosts and secretly bit his lip: This scholar is much more powerful than Cheng Youyi's nephew, and Xiao Lin is far above him!
It still had room for a sneak attack during Mo Lao's attack and succeeded, but Zhou Shi had nothing to do with it. But as soon as Xiao Lin took action, the battle situation immediately reversed!
Is this Xiao Lin really just a ghost bride who was driven into a vicious state by resentment?
"Boy, hurry up, help me up!"
Mr. Mo weakly grabbed Zhou Shi's shoulders and said feebly.
"Mo Lao, you are injured, it is better to lie down..."
"Hurry up!"
Seeing that Mr. Mo was so determined, Zhou Shi had no choice but to comply, being careful not to touch his wounds while helping him stand up.
"Hoo, hoo——"
Mr. Mo shook off Zhou Shi's arm, stabilized his body, and seemed to be secretly gathering energy.
"You, leave first..."
He said to Xiao Lin, and the latter's figure slowly faded and disappeared.
"Give me my whip and my drum."
Zhou Shi dug out two treasures from under a pile of wood chips and delivered them to Mr. Mo.
"Cough, cough... the sun sets over the western mountains and the sky becomes dark, the dragon leaves the long sea and the tiger descends into the high mountains..."
Mo Lao muttered something in his mouth and started dancing again. But this time, its movements were much slower, and it lost the momentum it had just now.
He danced for a while, the whip whipped the air a few times, and occasionally slapped the snare drum a few times. The smoke generated after the scholar was killed slowly dissipated.
"Phew, okay..."
Mr. Mo's body swayed, and Zhou Shi quickly supported him.
"I'll find a doctor for you! Just wait!"
Mr. Mo waved his hand and said, "No need."
When Zhou Shi saw it, his eyes widened - the old man had clearly been stabbed in the abdomen, but the wound actually disappeared!
"Fortunately, my consciousness was still with me at the time, otherwise I would have been in trouble."
"Mr. Mo, who are you..."
Mr. Mo picked up his cigarette rod, took his time and put it on the cigarette again, lit it on fire, and said:
"Do you know the master of dancing?"
"Well, I've heard about it. It seems that some people can invite gods to come up and exert their magical power..."
Mr. Mo took a puff of cigarette and said: "I am a great dancer."
"Are you... Mr. Duan?"
"You can say that. When I was a child, I learned to pray to gods. It seems that I haven't left behind my old skills."
Mr. Mo introduced the so-called "dancing master" to Zhou Shi.
Dance of the gods, also known as shaman dance, is a branch of witchcraft, and insiders call it "asking the gods".
Inviting gods originated from barbarian tribes in the north, and was later introduced to the pass. People who master the ability to invite gods are called Duangong or Shenhan.
When inviting gods, generally one god and two gods are required to cooperate with each other. The first god is the target of the god, and the two gods are assistants. The person invited can be an "immortal", a "god", or a dead person.
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Mr. Mo just asked a "god" to take over his body, and then he had the ability to compete with the evil ghosts. Unfortunately, his health was too poor, and there was no one to help him, so he could only use part of the "god's" power, but the scholar took advantage of it.
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"Well, you said that praying to gods belongs to the witchcraft community, so why are you acting as a free agent in the underworld again?"
After hearing Zhou Shi's question, Mr. Mo paused and said nothing for a long time.
"Fate has its way with people... Don't worry about this for now. Please clean up the store quickly. If someone sees this, it will be hard to explain."
The counter in the store was smashed to pieces by Zhou Shi, and all the tables and chairs were overturned in the fight. It can be said that it was a mess.
But the commotion was so intense that no one in the backyard came out to see what was going on!
"That is also one of the abilities of the ghost." Mr. Mo replied, "When the scholar showed his true form just now, he isolated this store from the outside. No matter how bad the trouble we make here, the outside will not be able to detect it."
I see...it saves me the trouble of making excuses.
"What happened to Xiucai? He was fine yesterday, so why did he turn into a ghost in one day?" Zhou Shi remembered that Mr. Mo said that ghosts and resentful spirits are two dangerous entities transformed from ghosts who cannot resolve their grievances.
But change takes time. For example, Cheng Youyi's nephew slowly accumulated resentment in the three months after his death and became a wraith.
"Isn't Xiaolin the same? Someone must be up to something here."
A pun...
Xiao Lin also turned into a ghost on the day he died and killed the salesman Chen Zhu... Could it be the same person?
"Mr. Mo, is there a way to create a powerful ghost in this world?"
Mr. Mo blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Who knows."
"If Xiao Lin and Xiucai were both created...the difference in strength is huge!"
"That's right, so I'm afraid there is another mystery to Xiao Lin's death."