The little girl who walked up to the female ghost in opera robe with dull eyes was immediately rolled up by the sleeves of the female ghost in blue opera robe. She was crushed into a ball of flesh like a tomato and then stuffed full of it.

It's in the big mouth of silt.

Seeing this horrific scene, everyone was stunned at first, and then they let out all kinds of heart-rending screams, and then ran frantically towards Ren.

"Master, help!"

"Ghost!"

"Mother!"

........

Rang, who had bitten his tongue due to nervousness and his mouth was full of blood, was still chanting the curse desperately and ignored the people crowding around him.

He understood that everyone might be done playing this time, and he could only wait and see what kind of requirements the female ghost would have when killing people. If they didn't follow these requirements, there would be no benefit in killing people, so that they would have a chance of survival.

Seeing that he could do anything, Fa Mao and Li Zhi pulled Xiao Ming, who was about to go crazy, and said calmly: "Don't worry, everyone. Since it doesn't come directly to take action, there must be a reason. We just need to hold on until Master Lin comes over.

There will be help.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a huge force of gravity coming from Xiao Ming who was being pulled. Before he could react, his hands hurt, and Xiao Ming was already screaming in terror, being hit by an invisible force.

He was pulled into the hand of the female ghost in opera robe.

Seeing his brother wrapped in the long sleeves of the opera ghost, Li Zhi turned around in horror and pushed several people away. He rushed to Reng's side, grabbed his clothes, and wailed: "Master, help me."

, Master, help me.”

Rang, whose rhythm of reciting the curse was disrupted by Li Zhi, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and answered quickly while the terrifying female ghost was torturing and killing Xiao Ming.

"It can't be saved. It's so powerful that even if the King of Heaven comes, it will be useless.

If I'm not wrong, there are three reasons why it won't kill us now.

First, it is daytime and there is sunshine.

Second, when a group of us gather together, our yang energy is strong.

Third, it is only with my spell that I can temporarily block it.

So everyone must maintain their confidence and not lose courage and let it take advantage of it. Now as long as we survive until 12 o'clock at noon, we have hope to escape this disaster, and then we can slowly think of a way."

In fact, it can be done. There is something else I haven’t said, but everyone has never drank the water here, otherwise the above three points will be useless.

If you had drunk water, you would be like these two young men and a woman, and no one could save them.

Also, if this female ghost is willing to pay a small price, she can kill them.

Seeing Xiao Ming screaming in terror, starting from his feet, he was crushed bit by bit by the sleeves of the female ghost.

Fa Mao hugged him hard, cried and struggled, wanting to save his younger brother Li Zhi, and comforted him: "I can't save him, so calm down."

The female ghost in blue opera robe squeezed Xiao Ming into a ball, stuffed it into her mouth, and then started to approach everyone while singing "Yah ah ah!" which made everyone feel the extremely depressing opera sound.

When she arrived in front of everyone, the long blue sleeves of the female ghost's hands were waving like waves.

Then everyone saw that as it waved its sleeves, the water in the distant pond turned into a black mist and floated towards everyone.

Seeing the mist filled with gloomy air in the air can make one's eyes widen with despair.

He knew that when the mist full of yin energy fell on everyone, the female ghost would be able to attack them without paying any price.

He immediately stopped the spell, picked up the ghost-killing stick in his right hand, and said through gritted teeth: "You are not giving us a way to survive at all. Can't we talk about it? We can talk about whatever you want."

The female ghost in the opera robe paid no attention to his intention, but kept waving her sleeves while singing the opera.

"I'll fight with you!" Neng Neng pushed away the crowd, raised his ghost-beating stick and hit the female ghost in opera robes on the head.

When the female ghost in the opera robe runs away with a wave of her sleeves, the sandalwood on the ghost-killing stick in her hand will be extinguished.

He also flew three times faster than when he jumped over, and flew upside down onto the altar, smashing the entire altar to pieces.

"It can make the master!"

"It can make the master!"

.......

Feeling a tightness in her chest, she hurriedly stretched out her hands to catch the blood she spat out with weak spiritual power, and then held the blood and said: "It's useless to call me, this female ghost is too fierce, now everyone can only

I can escape by myself."

After saying that, he smeared the blood all over his face, then stood up and ran towards the distance.

Upon hearing the news of running for their lives, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then, with all kinds of panicked cries, they frantically chased after Neng.

Among the people who fled, those who were last will be swallowed up by the black mist following them.

Then after a desperate scream, he completely disappeared. At the same time, after each person was swallowed by this black mist, two pale palms would stretch out from it.

After running for more than ten minutes, only Rang, his two younger brothers, Fa Mao, Li Zhi, beautiful reporter Gillian and the photographer were left among them. The others were swallowed up by the mist.

But fortunately, when they ran into the entrance of a village, the group was about to catch up with them, and the black mist covering their hands suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the disappearing black mist, Fa Mao among the crowd gasped and thought of some records in the book, and asked Neng: "Master, is it because the village is so popular that that thing doesn't dare to chase after it again?"

Already."

Feeling very happy in his heart, he calmed down his breath and explained: "It should be, but we have to be careful, it will definitely not let us go easily."

At this time, Gillian, who had calmed down a bit, looked at the villagers in old-fashioned clothes and said strangely: "I saw the map here before I came here. Why haven't I seen this village? And are they not allowed to see it?"

To that black air."

Rang, who had already felt exhausted physically and mentally, waved his hands: "Don't worry about it. At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, we will go to Qingsong Temple for a while. I heard that there is a Taoist Dharmakaya specially invited from the mainland.

If the Dharmakaya is here, we will be fine."

After hearing Neng Neng's words, Gillian no longer struggled with this problem, but looked at the watch in her hand: "My watch is out of order. It keeps pointing at ten thirty and stops moving."

"Look at my watch." After finishing speaking, Fa Mao raised his arm and looked at the watch on his hand. After reading it, he said in surprise: "The time on my watch is also ten thirty."

At this time, Li Zhi suddenly pointed to a young man in the village with his head lowered and dressed in white and said: "Xiao Ming, he is my brother Xiao Ming."

Everyone quickly looked in the direction she was pointing, and then they were horrified to find that not only Xiao Ming was in the village, but several other people who had been sucked in by the black mist were also hanging their heads and motionless on the streets of the village.

When everyone looked around, the group of dead people slowly raised their heads and waved to them with stiff smiles, as if to say hello to them.

Except for Li Zhi, who looked sad, and Fa Mao, who was holding her, the others were so frightened that they hurriedly hid behind Reng, looking at the group of dead companions in fear.

Looking at these dead companions, a terrifying conjecture suddenly popped into his mind: this was not a village at all, but a ghost realm formed by the powerful ghost just now. It was not an evil ghost, but something bigger than...

Evil ghosts are even more powerful than evil spirits.

At this time, Nang Nang also figured out why no ghosts came to catch it. It was not because it didn't come to catch it, but because it was strong and unwilling to pay a high price to catch it.

Thinking of this, Qiang slumped down on the ground helplessly, with an extremely bitter expression on his face. He understood that he was definitely dead this time, and unless a god came down to earth, there would be no way to save him.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..."

Gillian, who was extremely frightened, was first startled by the ringing of the phone, and then she picked up the phone and heard Le Huizhen's voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"You are so lucky. Master Lin Li originally wanted to board a plane to Taiwan at Kai Tak Airport in Kowloon today. Now that I heard your news, he has already rushed from the airport. Kai Tak Airport is very close to your location. Please just hold on a little longer.

Just one click will do.”

Gillian hung up the phone and said excitedly to everyone: "Master Lin, we're here soon. We just need to hold on and we'll be fine."

Rang, who took the cigarette from the man next to him and lit it, showed a wry smile: "If you let him stop coming, it will be useless no matter how powerful he is.

Just now I was wondering how a small village could stop it.

It turns out that it was going to digest the person it had just killed. The reason why it gave us hope just now is because it knew that we couldn't escape from its grasp."

Gillian's face was full of disbelief: "Master Lin is different from you. Otherwise, how could he be so famous? But despite our efforts to package it, you don't even have one-tenth of his fame. It's because of him

The strength is strong.”

"You can say whatever you want, but he will definitely be dead if he comes. If I were you, I would call him and tell him never to come to Huangshan Village."

After Rang finished speaking, he lay down directly on the muddy ground.

Hearing words that could make him extremely despondent, and seeing him completely giving up hope, everyone's hearts gradually began to be surrounded by despair.

However, the most rational one among them, Fa Mao, was still unwilling to give in and asked loudly: "Is there no hope at all? You have practiced Taoism for so many years and you always know how some ancient people dealt with such things."

Rang, who had his eyes closed, raised a hand and pointed at the sky, saying feebly: "It is because of this understanding that I completely gave up hope. Unless gods appear in the sky, there is no hope."

Gillian, who followed his finger, shouted in surprise: "There really are gods. Look at that cloud!"

After hearing Gillian's words, several people immediately looked towards the sky, and sure enough, they saw a white cloud that looked like a sword, with a long trail of cloud behind it, flying toward everyone.

He could scream in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

“Whoosh!

"

After a whistling sound, a Qin Dynasty sword stopped in front of them. Then the sword vibrated rapidly. After a few minutes, the vibrating sound turned into a clear male voice.

"I should have come not too late."

Hearing this voice, among the surprised people, Gillian, who had always believed that Lin Li would come, shouted excitedly: "You are Master Lin Li, I knew you would come to save us, but you look like a sword!"
To be continued...