Just when we were confronting Hongying, who was hanging in the air in the tree and waving his teeth and claws like a spider spirit, we couldn't think of any good solution for a while.
Many living people came out around us, on the field ridges, and behind the big trees.
We were shocked at first, but how could these villagers appear here? We yelled at them to leave quickly and go home first to ensure their own safety.
But when the light was bright enough for us to see those people clearly, we couldn't help but feel frightened.
"What the hell is this?"
"It should be a vegetative state that has been puppetized."
This vegetative state can be different from that vegetative state. One is the medical name for the pathology, and the other is that the skin turns into the color of a tree trunk.
The body is covered with green blood vessels, the eyes, ears, nose, and hair, and the limbs have turned into branches and leaves. This is the monster in front of us.
His body was stiff and his face was expressionless as he came towards us.
Lang Hongyi and I both have a concern now, "What should we do? Should we fight? How should we fight? Can these villagers be saved?"
"You ask me, who am I asking!"
I wailed helplessly and glared fiercely at Hongying, who was still hanging in the air and looked similar to them.
"Fight, otherwise we will obviously not have an easy time tonight..."
Seeing such a scene before me, I could only grit my teeth and stamp my feet and fight to the death. If I wanted to protect myself, I didn't care whether these villagers would be injured.
It would be better for them to get hurt a little than for the two of us to be here, and then the two Hongyings join forces and the Bai family is helpless.
This situation is already very unfavorable to us. You must know that there is only one hundred-year-old resentful spirit, and there is also a little Hongying who has not appeared.
The surrounding tree people are getting closer and closer to us, and they obviously have no other means besides losing consciousness and obeying Hongying's orders.
And their appearance is to protect us and control the direction of our actions, driving us towards our position under the canopy.
I used a ghost-beating stick, hitting the feet and crooks of the legs of the villagers who had turned into tree people, causing their bodies to collapse and not be able to do anything to us again.
Lang Hongyi also used a mahogany hammer to strike at joints that were not fatal. His approach was exactly the same as mine.
Suddenly, there were screams of ah ah around us, but Hongying did not disappear. She took advantage of our actions and quietly stretched out the branch holding our dagger to the edge of the shadow of the canopy.
When we were moving to avoid the bodies of the villagers at our feet, it happened all of a sudden.
This method directly stirred up the evil fire in me.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he threw out an evil-destroying talisman with a flick of his hand, and the target was the red and green body with red tassels.
This time, no white light appeared, but a large net made of branches appeared in front of her, blocking the spell.
When the evil spirit encounters the talisman, it will disappear in less than a quarter of an hour, ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust.
But this tree net is definitely not a Yin evil spirit. The talisman has no effect on it at all. The talisman will only burn itself and turn into ashes.
Before the flame on the talisman was extinguished, I threw out a large handful of yellow paper. The fluttering paper filled the strange atmosphere.
Those yellow papers were quickly ignited after being stained with sparks. Some were hung on branches and some were stuck to tree nets.
It actually caused a small fire and added quite a bit of light.
Hongying obviously doesn't like this kind of light and heat!
He ducked slightly to one side, and Lang Hongyi promptly threw out a handful of yellow paper that he had set alight.
The fire light ignited some terminal branches on the trees, and some connected branches quickly retracted as if they felt threatened.
As a result, Hongying's body has fallen to the ground, and the green branches surrounding her have decreased, revealing the shabby red wedding dress on her body.
"Lang Hongyi, run to the tree!"
I yelled out the improvised battle plan, and Lang Hongyi understood it in almost a second, turned around and caught the bundle of yellow form papers I threw back.
I am a make-up artist, so it is natural for me to deal with Hongying. However, Lang Hongyi has neither weapons nor can he catch ghosts, so I feel a little sorry to leave that weird big tree to him.
But now that there are only two of us, I intuitively cannot let Hongying and the big tree get together again, so this is the only solution for now.
I took the Ghost Killing Sword and the Inner Universe and strode towards Hongying. I didn't have time to consider the situation on Lang Hongyi's side. I could only see his figure from the corner of my eye. Those who came first also jumped up.
Go out in the direction of the big tree behind the tomb.
Hongying clearly felt that I was here to fight for my life. It was absolutely impossible for the two of us not to go together tonight.
Hongying's body now has a bit of the appearance that an innocent soul should have, with a strong yin energy and a ghostly aura.
A large hazy fog also appeared in the surrounding area, covering our figures.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha...I've seen you...I remember you...it was my fault that I didn't keep you in that house. I didn't expect you to come again a hundred years later..."
I slowly suppressed my heartbeat and slowed down my breathing rate. The surrounding mist seemed normal, but the traces of black inside were clearly visible in my eyes.
This is miasma, the poison of miasma with yin energy.
Normal people cannot resist Yin Qi, and if they inhale too much, they will have hallucinations, and eventually they will faint and die inside, becoming a miasma ghost.
I'm not bad, my body is full of yang and fire, this little yin is nothing to worry about, but I don't dare to take it lightly.
Hongying's figure has disappeared into the mist, but the sound penetrates into my ears from all directions.
It made it impossible for me to tell where her current position was.
This guy has a good memory, and he can still recall our brief confrontation on the day when everyone was slaughtered in Jian's family a hundred years ago.
I regret that I didn’t have the confidence to stay in that yard. Sorry, I still regret that I couldn’t take you in on the spot because you were protected by the Bai family’s immortal magic!
As I moved my toes forward in the thick fog, searching for the possible location of Hongying, I thought to myself.
Now I want to see Lang Hongyi's situation in the distance, but I can't reach that far away.
After all, I am still a human being, and I am not used to the way of thinking of the soul body. I take every precaution to be on guard, but I will eventually get lost.
I was alert to my surroundings and feet, but I completely forgot that there was still a blank space above my head.
The change suddenly occurred from here, and a piece of rag with a whitish color suddenly appeared.
This was Hongying's wedding dress. I raised my head reflexively and was greeted by a pile of long hair that was swept across my face.
How can I describe this feeling? Although there is no smell, a bunch of hair that I know is not my own is sweeping across my mouth, nose and eyes.
I still couldn't help but goosebumps suddenly appeared in my heart, and my hands started to fly randomly regardless of what they were holding.
I just hope that I can get these hairs off my face as soon as possible so that I can breathe normally and open my eyes to see.
In my panic, it may be that the inner world in my hand hit Hongying's body. These hairs finally rose up from me, which also made me see my current situation.
In the style of an ancient wedding dress, the pair of wide sleeves were wrapped around my wrists, and my hands were completely bound by them.
Hongying's messy black hair and ferocious deformed face were very close to my face at this moment.
If she could breathe, 80% of the time we could easily exchange the carbon dioxide exhaled by each other.