A sharp ghostly cry hit his eardrums, and Wang Fu's brain was about to be pierced.
The Taoist temple was bombed, and the shock waves were scattered. The already dilapidated walls and roof now completely lost their support and began to fall apart, with pieces falling down one by one.
Originally, there were still old ghosts who maintained it with magic power. It looked dilapidated, but in fact it could be maintained.
But now, the old ghost doesn't care about this anymore.
"Little Fu'er, this is God's will. Cut off my retreat. If I don't succeed today, I will be benevolent."
The old ghost was shocked at first. Can a nest of rats destroy his Taoist temple?
Immediately, he also thought that this was the impetus of destiny, and the Taoist temple would definitely collapse today. The only way for him to survive was to seize the king's blessing, otherwise, he would be wiped out.
As for why the package prepared by Wang Fu caused a violent explosion, I have no time to think about it now.
"..."
The old ghost's eyes fell on the altar, and he was about to attack again, but he didn't expect that the figure in front of him turned into a blur.
It turned out that after being struck by lightning just now, the old ghost's magic power was loosened, and Wang Fu took the opportunity to escape.
"Hahaha!"
Wang Fu stood in front of the gate, the moonlight falling from the broken roof and half-broken walls onto the surrounding ground.
boom!
The two gates fell to the ground first, allowing him to find the way out that he had been dreaming of so easily.
He was certain that the old ghost's end had come.
First there was the thunder bombardment, then the rats exploded, and a series of small-probability things happened intensively, leading to the current situation.
Without the support of the Taoist temple, the old ghost is just a lonely ghost. You don't need to be afraid of him.
However, Wang Fu didn't want to escape yet, he wanted to see the old ghost die tragically with his own eyes.
"Xiao Fu'er, come here."
The old ghost took advantage of the dark wind and rolled several times in the air, transforming into the appearance of a middle-aged man again.
The difference is that this time the outline of the body has become illusory and the mask is blurred.
"The pixels have become low, obviously there is not enough memory!"
Wang Fu picked up a thing smoothly and found out that it was one of the legs of the altar table and it was quite heavy.
"Let's go!"
Wang Fu swung his arms, dropped the table leg, and hit the middle-aged man in the face.
"Boom!"
The middle-aged man's face instantly became a big dent, but he kept walking and approached Wang Fu step by step. He looked salivating at the sight of Wang Fu and wished he could swallow it in one gulp.
"Xiao Fu'er, let me come in."
He looked impatient, like a miserable middle-aged man holding back his penis in front of a closed toilet door.
"I'm sorry. As a straight man, I will never allow anything to enter my body."
Wang Fuyi spoke righteously, picked up another object from the ground and threw it out.
Kacha!
This time, the entire altar table was used, directly smashing the middle-aged man's neck bone, causing his head to hang behind him and stagger.
However, the old ghost continued to walk forward and was already in front of Wang Fu, less than a piece of paper away.
Disgusting, really disgusting.
Wang Fu couldn't bear it any longer, so he summoned up the remaining magic power, gathered it in his palm, and punched the old ghost in the chest.
"Boom!"
The mana was still useful. The old ghost staggered, took a few steps back, and finally distanced himself.
Merely beating him up is not enough, the devil is thick-skinned and will not accept this trick.
Wang Fu was searching on the ground and saw several gold objects, and thunder rang in his ears.
"Yes!"
Wang Fu took the candlestick, weighed it a few times, and stabbed the old ghost in the chest.
As if nothing happened, the old fool stuck the candlestick in his chest without taking it off, and rushed straight towards Wang Fu.
"besides!"
The second candlestick was also inserted into the abdomen, and most of it was directly submerged.
Wang Fu could finally see that although ghosts had entities, they were different from living people. Even if they were stabbed, they would not bleed.
The old ghost seemed to have reached the end of his strength. Although he was teetering, he still approached Wang Fu step by step.
Wang Fu picked up the guy from the ground while dealing with it, always keeping a distance.
After the two candlesticks, there are gold scale rods, gold rulers and other gold objects, which are inserted into the old ghost one after another.
The old ghost was also weak. He did not take off the gold weapon on his body, but directly inserted it into it. Perhaps this injury was just a piece of cake for him.
"Bye-Bye!"
Wang Fu's hands were empty, and the last piece of gold was gone. He knew that it would be useless to keep any more.
After saying hello, he turned around and ran away.
The old ghost was slightly startled, looking at Wang Fu's back mockingly, and his figure blurred suddenly.
When it disperses, it becomes Qi. He wants to transform from a solid body into a flow of air, shake off a few gold utensils on the ground, and catch up with Wang Fu on the way.
"boom!"
In the clouds, a thunder that was about to move finally couldn't be restrained and fell diagonally towards the ground.
The only Taoist temple on the mountain had been blown to pieces and collapsed like building blocks.
The only thing that can attract Thunder is the old ghost filled with gold weapons.
"You're stupid, metal conducts electricity, you illiterate!"
Wang Fu turned around and laughed!
Just as the old ghost was about to get angry, his eyes suddenly lit up and a strong thunder instantly drowned him.
"How spectacular!"
Under the thunder, several magic weapons melted into water on the spot and poured onto the ground.
As soon as the evil ghost dissipated its form and turned into a cloud of gray mist-like gas, it was curled up by thunder falling from the sky.
"ah!"
Wang Fu swore that the scream was so unpleasant that he would have nightmares either tonight or tomorrow night.
This thrilling fight finally came to an end at dawn.
The air is filled with dust from the collapsed Taoist temples. Even if the mountain wind blows, it will not be quiet for a while.
Wang Fu sat on a stone, looking at the ruins in front of him, and felt hungry.
A few days before the ceremony, one starts fasting and does not eat or drink.
Last night, the battle of wits and courage with the old ghost was even more exhausting.
It was only at this moment that my tense nerves relaxed, and I felt so hungry that I wanted to eat up all the green grass in front of me.
"Wait another half day!"
The dust seemed to have settled before his eyes, but Wang Fu suppressed his impulse and did not rush forward to look through it.
The Taoist temple collapsed, and the old ghost was wiped out in the thunder. Only Wang Fu was left on the mountain, and there was no second living thing.
But in general, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
While Wang Fu was waiting, he thought that the Taoist temple had collapsed, and he was like a bird out of a cage or a fish into the sea, finally free.
Taking someone's body and inheriting their cause and effect are the obligations of every time traveler.
Although Xiao Fu'er's soul is gone, his body still has obsessions.
This time when he went down the mountain, Wang Fu wanted to die for Xiao Fu'er, but he had a few unfulfilled wishes.
The disaster year has passed, and Xiao Fu'er's parents and relatives must have returned to their hometown one after another. This child dreams of going home and seeing his parents whom he has not seen for a long time.
"Still a child!"
Wang Fu sighed in his heart, not only Xiao Fu'er, but also the children and teenagers killed by the old ghost were all children!
Today, with the help of heaven and luck, he successfully destroyed this evil ghost, which can be regarded as a great merit.
"Immeasurable merit?"
Wang Fu was suddenly stunned.
As the life fire burned, the red candle actually grew three inches longer.
When the time came, the length of the Life Fire Candle was exactly one foot, but later it was consumed and shortened by one and a half inches.
As the price goes up and down, the length of the candle increases.
Luck has become abundant!
Could it be that this is the change brought about by killing the old ghost?
I thought that luck was a consumable, and I was thinking about how to develop it sustainably. Unexpectedly, I discovered a new thing around the corner and turned it into a recycled resource.