Wang Fu knew that in the mining town, the environment was complicated, and he had to learn to talk to people and talk to ghosts.
The Bian Yunlong in front of him could not tell the difference between a human and a ghost, and he might not even be able to walk around.
The conversation just now was probably unknowingly mixed into a lot of private goods by ghosts.
This vicious ghost is a master at playing with people's hearts.
Wang Fu unknowingly stepped into the trap step by step, and now his flesh and blood body began to change, and he was about to turn into a piece of paper.
"Senior Brother Bian, your palm."
The first knuckle of Bian Yunlong's palm was originally transformed into paper pricks, but now it has spread to the third knuckle, and all ten fingers have been destroyed. Only the palm and back of the palm are still flesh and blood.
"I've noticed it.
Bian Yunlong moved his fingers, and the sound of scraping paper sounded stiff and awkward.
The two people's eyes fell on the paper man with a severed hand. This was an anchor that allowed them to survive the crowd and meet here even when they were lost.
"Senior Brother Bian, you can't move anymore. I'm going to walk around and look for opportunities."
Wang Fu pointed at the paper man with the severed hand, "You guard him and don't let him get lost."
After getting lost just now, Wang Fu even suspected that these paper figures that seemed to be motionless were actually quietly moving around.
Otherwise, how could Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong get lost.
"That's fine."
Bian Yunlong sighed, looked at his numb hands, and shook his head.
Wang Fu held the millstone in his hand, and the magnetic needle sometimes rotated and sometimes stopped to point in a certain direction.
The direction pointed by the magnetic needle is sometimes the way out, sometimes it is the location of evil spirits, and massive amounts of information jump out in an explosion.
However, Wang Fu couldn't believe a single thing. It was very possible that someone was secretly interfering and letting him get the wrong news.
Are you really going to believe this and die without knowing what's going on?
Previously, I and the ghost girl Nieba Niangzi also learned that ghosts and gods also have the magic of changing the way, which is different from the way of practitioners and is even more mysterious and unpredictable.
It is not difficult at all for ghosts to specifically block divination and guide wrong results.
Wang Fu listened to the magnetic needle spinning in his ears, but remained unmoved and walked forward step by step.
Suddenly, he stopped and thought of something.
In my mind, I pictured the broken toilet paper man and the blood stains remaining on the wound.
"great."
Wang Fu bit his index finger and drew the word "王" on a paper figure.
As the strokes fell, Wang Fu's ears buzzed, and a heart-rending ghost horn sounded.
After a few breaths, the bloody words remained on the paper and did not disappear.
"Sure enough, the blood of living people is useful.'
Wang Fu's eyes lit up, he waved his bleeding fingers, quickly shuttled through the paper figures, and quickly carved a path.
"Senior Brother Bian."
Wang Fu pushed away the two paper figures in front of him and saw Bian Yunlong guarding the paper figures with severed hands. The other party looked shocked when he saw him.
"Junior Brother Wang, are you back?
Behind Wang Fu, paper figures with blood on them, like guards, lined up a winding road.
The key is that these paper figures stayed in place and showed no signs of moving.
Wang Fu finally caught a glimmer of hope, not only a chance of survival, but also a chance of victory.
"I see. Why didn't I think of that?"
Bian Yunlong looked at the broken toilet paper man and the blood stains remaining on the wound, "The blood of practitioners can break the evil spirits. This evil ghost has nothing to do now."
"That's not all." Wang Fu pointed at the paper man.
"Since just now, this paper man has not moved. All the other paper men have changed their appearance and arranged it into a enchantment formation, making it impossible for you and me to get out."
This previously ignored detail was noticed again.
The fog that shrouded the two of them now showed signs of dissipating.
"The evil spirit is very capable. These paper figures are not afraid of fire. Otherwise, I would have set them on fire, leaving him nowhere to hide."
Bian Yunlong sighed. As soon as he entered this ghost land, he thought about burning the paper figures, but it didn't work.
Therefore, we can only follow the rules of the evil ghost game to find the opponent's true identity.
Now with the help of Wang Fu, I finally found the possibility to get out of the maze.
The two men started immediately. Wang Fu was responsible for clearing the way in front and immobilizing the paper figures with blood-painted words so that they could not move. Bian Yunlong followed behind, guarding against evil spirits rising from the crowd of paper figures to sneak attack.
It is conceivable that the evil ghost will never sit back and watch the two of them escape from trouble, and there must be other tricks up their sleeves.
"Huhu."
After Wang Fu finished drawing the character "王", he found that the blood was dry, so he had to change his finger, and his mouth was full of scraps of paper.
It turned out that not only the nails on his palms, but also the fingertips had become paper pricks, and he could no longer bleed from biting them.
Wang Fu directly scratched his palm and wrote with blood on it without blinking.
Looking at Bian Yunlong behind him, his hands have spread to his wrists, and both palms have turned into paper pimples.
My walking posture also became stiff, my pair of cloth shoes turned into pieces of paper, and even my calves and trousers became papery.
The situation is getting worse. If the evil ghost cannot be eliminated, Bian Yunlong will soon turn into a paper man.
"Junior Brother Wang, leave me alone and focus on finding a way out."
Wang Fu nodded and continued to leave marks with blood to clear the way.
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In the square of the town, the lights were brightly lit, and dozens of tables were filled with sumptuous banquets. The aroma of meat, vegetables, and wine filled the nostrils, making people salivate.
There was no one on the stage, and the audience was also empty.
A coffin sat nearby, covered by a pergola.
Inside the coffin, two people are now lying, Bian Yunlong and Wang Fu.
Bian Yunlong was still lying in the upright position before, but Wang Fu's "sleeping posture" was not very elegant. He was lying on his side with his legs on Bian Yunlong's body, and he was still holding the other person's gold ring with one hand, as if he was trying to pull it down.
Both of them were wearing shrouds and had their faces smeared with rich makeup, looking very energetic young men.
Several silhouettes stood in the square, staring into the coffin. The light from the white lanterns came from behind, casting a few shadows on the ground.
"It's Bian Yunlong, and his junior brother Wang Fu, who are all following Xiong Qili's team, how did they get here?"
The young leader Si Nanfeng was also a member of the seventh team. In addition to brothers Xiong Qili, Zhao Yang and Zhao Fu, he also assassinated a senior brother who was the leader of the Leihuo Palace team.
Several fellow disciples around him are also brothers from the Thunder Fire Palace.
"This old and ferocious ghost is better at hiding than a mouse. I finally found him entrenched in this square."
Si Nanfeng shook his head and looked at Bian Yunlong with a little regret.
"It's a pity that this vicious ghost has already harmed several of his fellow disciples, and his crime cannot be punished."
The fellow student next to him saw that the two of them were still breathing, "Senior Brother Si, Bian Yunlong and Wang Fu seem to still be breathing. Can we save them?"
"If we don't save him, it will be hard to explain to Senior Brother Xiong when he is asked about it in the future."
Si Nanfeng nodded, "We are from the same sect, so we should save each other, but..."
He shook his head and pointed at Bian Yunlong's palms, which were completely blurred. Looking at Wang Fu, the first knuckles of his ten fingers also began to blur.
Moreover, the speed at which the bodies of the two are becoming virtual continues.
"According to this trend, by the time we destroy the ghost realm and kill the evil ghosts, they will already be dead."
Si Nanfeng said firmly, "However, my master has an order to do whatever it takes. If Wang Fu is in trouble, killing the old evil ghost comes second."
The other disciples nodded one after another, obviously agreeing with his opinion.