After the soul-calling flags were extinguished, the white mist suddenly dissipated, and a group of ghost soldiers with crooked shapes stood helpless on the street, giving a rather panicked feeling.
I instantly understood that most of the red-haired ghost king's men were lonely ghosts from the surrounding areas. They were lonely and struggling to survive on weekdays. When they encountered a living person with a relatively strong yang energy, they would be scared to retreat and not dare to approach.
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This group of guys, with their poor appearance and poor means, are basically useless. As long as some living people make some arrangements in the village, these ghosts will not dare to enter the village.
It is estimated that the red-haired old ghost took great pains to cultivate these ghosts. He not only used thunderous means to scare the villagers, but also made every household hang a soul-calling banner at the door.
He also felt that the appearance of these ghosts was really poor, so he covered them with white mist to prevent the living people from seeing the reality and rising up to resist.
After a while, the ghosts will eat more blood food and drink more Yin wine. If they kill a few living people to practice their skills, they will be able to cultivate a team of powerful ghost soldiers.
By then, whether it is fighting against the exorcists or negotiating terms with the Ten Thousand Demons Pit, he will have his own capital.
But he said that I stamped my feet and destroyed the soul-calling flags at the door of every house. Lao Ping's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he shouted: "What a trick! Heroes come from young! The ancients will not deceive me!"
The sharp sword in his hand flew past the altar, and countless talismans flew out.
The talisman paper was not blown by the evil wind and went in the opposite direction. I could see clearly from the side that this was the three-yuan spell of Taiyi, which was specially used to expel ghosts and evil spirits.
Those ghosts had not yet matured, they just came to enjoy blood food. When these talismans were blown, they immediately cried for their fathers and mothers, and they all retreated.
Lao Ping perked up and shouted loudly: "Today, let's watch me, old man Pingshan, slay demons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from the darkness, and the three-dimensional spells were filled with black energy and fell from the sky one after another. The spells on them were scattered and became a useless piece of paper.
Someone screamed: "Looking for death! How dare you attack the Yin soldiers! I will massacre your village today! As a warning to others!"
Before he finished speaking, two fierce ghosts jumped down from the air. One of these two guys was wearing black clothes and the other was wearing white clothes. They each held mourning sticks, one left and one right, and struck down towards the altar.
Lao Ping showed no sign of weakness, stretched out his hand and patted the two candles on the altar. The flames of the two candles on the altar suddenly became brighter. Once burned by the flames, the two fierce ghosts screamed in anger, and then fled directly into the ground.
I stood nearby and saw clearly that after the two fierce ghosts escaped underground, they directly bypassed the altar and grabbed Lao Ping from the underground. I sneered and suddenly took a step forward, and the black and white fierce ghosts just emerged.
When I came, I saw two big footprints stamped on my head.
I used some tricks on these two feet. Where the footprints were covered, the fierce ghost seemed to be frozen in the ground, with only two heads exposed, and a look of horror on his face.
I pulled out the sword of life and death and smiled: "Where is the red-haired old ghost?"
The two fierce ghosts felt the power of the Sword of Life and Death and were so frightened that they hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa, spare your life!"
I casually played with the sword of life and death and said with a smile: "I don't have grandsons like you. Tell me, where is the red-haired old ghost? If I agree, I will send you to be reincarnated. If not, I will make your souls fly away!"
The black-clothed fierce ghost hurriedly said: "Grandpa! We were all captured by the red-haired ghost king. We are not born fierce ghosts..."
Before he finished speaking, I said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"
The fierce ghost in white was very smart and said: "Let grandpa know! The red-haired ghost king is behind us. After the children have enjoyed the blood food, the red-haired ghost king will find a few boys and girls to absorb the pure yang and
Pure Yin breath..."
I was furious and sneered: "Absorb pure yang and pure yin breath? Hehe, this red-haired old ghost knows a lot. You two are helping others to do evil and have done many evil things. What crime should you deserve!"
The black and white fierce ghost hurriedly lowered his head, trembling, but did not dare to speak.
These two guys are full of evil spirits, and you can tell at a glance that they are evil-doers. According to Lao Ping, hundreds of people died in the thirteen surrounding villages. Since these two are the small leaders of the Yin army, they are definitely not innocent.
generation.
I said to Lao Ping: "Old sir, you are the local exorcist, I will leave these two guys to you."
Lao Ping was surprised and happy, and hurriedly said to me: "My little brother is very clever. He is many times more powerful than an old man like me. I haven't asked my name yet!"
I smiled slightly and said: "The soul-soothing person in Hebei and the manager of Yin Yang Store, Zhang Wuxin!"
I originally thought that as soon as my name was spoken, this old man would be shocked anyway. But after hearing it, his expression was calm, but his expression of gratitude became more intense: "Hebei Soul Suppressor, good! Good!"
My heart moved, and then I suddenly realized. Lao Ping must have stayed in a remote village for a long time, so he didn't know much about the outside world.
You must know that when Yin Yang Shop rose up and became famous all over the world, it was only six years ago. It was normal that he had never heard of it.
On the other hand, the faces of the two black and white guys next to me suddenly changed color when they heard my name. But just as they were about to speak, a rag bag was knocked down on their heads. Runes flashed on the edge of the bag, and they were put inside in an instant.
This is Taidao's demon-collecting bag. No matter how big or small ghosts, mountain spirits or wild monsters, as long as they are evil things, they can be contained directly. Unless the owner opens it, otherwise they will have to break the runes of the demon-collecting bag.
Opportunity to see the light of day again.
After Lao Ping collected the black and white ghosts, he stood on the altar and muttered words. The fire flickered and countless talismans were thrown at them, causing those ghosts to cry for their fathers and mothers, and either lost their souls or were seriously injured.
Escape quickly.
He was angry that the ghosts on Guitou Peak had harmed many living people, so he showed no mercy when he struck, and could even be said to be ruthless.
I have no interest in these fierce ghosts. I just held the sword of life and death and sat behind the altar. Such a big thing happened here. Even my right-hand man, the black and white fierce ghosts, were taken away. How can the old red-haired ghost calm down?
That's weird.
And I, no matter what, must kill the red-haired old ghost today.
Because only in this way can the ghost kings from all over the world who are just emerging be fearful.
I want them to know that the exorcists are not dead yet! If you dare to take advantage of the chaos to harm living people again, sooner or later the exorcists will come to your door!
Lao Ping seemed to know that the red-haired ghost king would definitely come. He tidied up the altar nervously, drew new talismans and recited mantras, and raised two Bagua flags, one on the left and one on the right, preparing to fight the red-haired ghost king.
I didn't say much, I just sat on the ground with my eyes closed and meditated, holding the sword of life and death in my hand.
I guess if Lao Ping knew what I had done before, he wouldn't be so busy, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. After all, the red-haired ghost king probably can't withstand my sword.