Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 18 Master, I don’t want to!
[Essence Fire Talisman]: Stimulate one's own essence and spirit, summon a fire spell, and cause huge damage to evil spirits. The more complete one's own essence and spirit, the higher the fire damage.
A wave of heat rose up from the lower abdomen and rushed up to the shoulders, and a warm feeling surged through the whole body.
"ah!!"
Foreman Zhou's screams could be heard in his ears, and a black mist floated away from his body.
Zhang Yi felt his body become lighter. He raised the sword in his hand and struck Mrs. Qing's head in front of him.
"Stab it!"
The hemp rope above Qing's wife's head was cut off immediately after touching the hot essence fire.
The evil ghost holding the hemp rope on the beam was caught off guard and fell from the top.
The hemp rope broke, as if some kind of seal had been released.
"Kakakaka..."
Brother Li's body began to gradually expand, like an inflated balloon.
At this moment, he seemed to have regained his original sanity, staring at Zhang Yi in front of him with wide eyes: "Save...save..."
"Bang!"
Before he could utter the last word, a black storm exploded from his back.
Zhang Yi let out a dull hum, and his body was blown directly to the ground by the strong wind.
When he raised his head, the thick blood mist rushed up like a small whirlwind, and he could feel the terrifying resentment from a long distance away.
"Let's go!"
Dai Moli rushed out from the backstage, picked up Zhang Yi's collar, and pulled him to run backstage.
But as soon as she rushed backstage, Dai Moli, who was running in front, suddenly froze.
Zhang Yi followed closely and took a look.
The brothers and sisters who had not seen the shadow just now were blocked in the background at the moment.
The vicious eyes wanted to tear the two of them into pieces.
"If you break the rules, the God of Joy will not be able to eat the tribute, and we will all be doomed."
Xiaodouzi curled up in a ball and squatted in the corner, trembling and pointing at Zhang Yi.
The gazes of the other brothers and sisters gradually became ferocious as they stared at Zhang Yi.
Is it this old beast again?
Zhang Yi looked sideways at the shrine in the corner.
In the black and white photo frame, the smiling face looked a bit mocking, whether it was due to the angle or the light.
"what to do?"
Zhang Yi took a few steps back.
"I can help you delay a little bit, but I can't take you away."
Zhang Yi knew that Dai Moli could escape through water, but if he didn't find a way to escape, he would not be able to escape the consequences of being torn into pieces by these resentful spirits.
His fingers lifted the door curtain behind him.
A black mist filled the stage, making it impossible to see even a ray of light.
From time to time, inhuman screams and the sound of flesh and blood being torn could be heard coming from inside.
There is a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him. The only life-saving chip left in his hand is this golden light talisman.
"Boom!"
At this time, there was a loud crashing sound on the stage behind.
Even the entire backstage was shaking.
"ah!!"
Xiaodouzi, who was huddled in the corner, screamed strangely and fell down in front of the shrine like a madman.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"God bless us, we didn't do it on purpose, we didn't break the rules on purpose."
Xiaodouzi put his head on the ground and kowtowed desperately.
Zhang Yi looked at the photos in the shrine and became more and more dissatisfied with them. He knitted his brows together and raised the sword in his hand.
"Help me hold them off."
"good!"
Dai Moli nodded and immediately asked: "What do you want to do?"
Zhang Yi said nothing and stared at the photo.
Since he is the rule here, I will simply kill him to see what rules he can leave behind as a dead man.
Zhang Yi took a deep breath and suddenly rushed out with a quick stride.
"Kill him!"
Seeing Zhang Yi jump out, these brothers and sisters who hated Zhang Yi immediately rushed forward, ready to tear Zhang Yi into pieces.
"Huh...kakakaka..."
Dai Moli's body turned into a spring of ice and rushed toward the resentful souls in front of her. The temperature in the room dropped to freezing point in an instant, and large swaths of ice rose from under her feet, making these wandering souls unable to move for a moment.
But this seemed to be Dai Moli's limit. Some strong resentful souls were only frozen for a moment before crushing the ice under their feet with one kick.
At this moment, Zhang Yi had already rushed to the shrine, aiming at the shrine with the sword in his hand.
"Crack!"
Sawdust flew up from the shrine, but there was no actual damage.
Seeing this, Zhang Yicai realized that he was holding a sword and not an axe.
So he pointed at the photo in the shrine and stabbed it straight.
"Old beast, you're already dead, and you're still pretending to be a ghost!"
"don't want!"
Seeing that Zhang Yi was about to destroy the shrine, Xiaodouzi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up, hugged Zhang Yi and pulled him back.
The sword in his hand suddenly deviated from the angle and did not hit the photo, leaving a gap the size of a little finger on the photo frame.
Black blood immediately flowed out along the gap in the photo frame.
On the stage, the evil ghost howled in pain, as if it had suffered a severe blow.
"The God of joy is angry, the God of joy is angry."
Xiaodouzi hugged Zhang Yi's waist tightly, but his hands were shaking badly.
When the other brothers saw this, they struggled even more crazily.
Sure enough, the photo of this old beast is the key to the problem.
"I can't hold it anymore!"
Dai Moli's body took on a human form, rolled to the side, and disappeared in front of Zhang Yi using Water Release.
Without the obstruction of Dai Moli, the dark figure rushed towards Zhang Yi.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi quickly raised his palm.
He held an apricot-yellow talisman in his palm, and the cinnabar on it seemed to be ignited, bursting out with golden light.
"ah!!"
Xiaodouzi in his arms screamed and rolled to the ground.
"Bang..."
The strong light shone on the bodies of the brothers and sisters in front of them, tearing their skin and flesh for a moment, revealing their pale faces like paper figures, and they stood there unable to move.
Golden Light Talisman: It can cause strong damage to the ghost, and at the same time, it can freeze the ghost for five seconds.
Five seconds is as important to Zhang Yi as the intersection of life.
Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he pointed it at the black and white photo in the shrine.
"Old beast,
You are all dead, so stop being a nuisance."
"Click!!"
The sword blade penetrated the photo frame, and it had a texture as if it had been penetrated into flesh and blood.
The face of the man in the photo frame began to twist,
The vicious and twisted face seemed to be cursing Zhang Yi for his treason.
A ball of thick black blood grabbed Zhang Yi like a giant's hand.
"Oops!"
Zhang Yi's pupils tightened and it was too late to dodge.
Zhang Yi only felt that his whole body was wrapped in a ball of cold sewage, and then his whole body was lifted up.
The huge impact made him dizzy.
Suddenly, a burning feeling came over his chest.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Accompanied by a sharp and strange laughter, black blood quickly flowed to his chest.
In a daze, Zhang Yi saw that a huge ghost-faced head had appeared on his chest at some point, swallowing the black blood in big mouthfuls.
"Boom!"
There was a strong falling feeling, and Zhang Yi sat down hard on the ground. The fatal black blood had disappeared.
Only the pendant on his chest still exuded scorching residual warmth, reminding him that what just happened was not an illusion.
Before he could take a closer look.
"Kakakaka..."
The shrine in front of me began to shatter, and the photo frame also turned into ashes.
But in the blink of an eye, the shrine and photo frame completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of white paper floating on the ground.
The brothers in the troupe behind him completely lost their vitality at this moment and turned into dull paper figures, standing still with expressions of struggle.
Zhang Yi reached out and picked up the white paper.
The material of this paper is very special, it seems to be a material unique to account books, and the names of many people are clearly written on it.
Zhou Dachang, San Dan, Jiang Ping...
Zhang Yi glanced at ten lines, and all of them were names of people in the theater troupe.
Behind it are dense fingerprints.
This is a contract of sale!
They are the slaves trapped here.
Including Mrs. Qing.
Zhang Yi already had the answer in his heart.
Zhang Shulai probably didn't just trap their souls in this place just to make a profit.
The tribute they are talking about is probably the audience on the chairs outside.
Zhang Yi felt even more disgusted with his beastly father.
"Bang!!"
At this time, the stage in front trembled.
"ah!!"
With a shrill scream, the unrecognizable evil ghost suddenly crashed into the backstage and fell heavily to the ground.
Zhang Yi immediately stepped back, only to realize that the evil ghost only had half of his body left.
Black blood flowed from his body, and a hole was torn open in his spliced face, revealing his original face.
"It's him!"
Zhang Yi had a strange look on his face.
Unexpectedly, underneath the flesh of the evil ghost's face was Lao Wang.
"He came in too?"
Zhang Yi looked at Lao Wang's face carefully and felt that it didn't look very similar. This face was obviously much younger than Lao Wang's face.
Even saying that he is Lao Wang's son makes people feel more believable.
But regardless of whether he is Lao Wang or not, without the protection of the shrine, his body is aging rapidly.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the door curtain was opened, and Mrs. Qing, covered in blood, walked in from the stage.
The strong smell of blood made Zhang Yi feel a little nauseous.
Mrs. Qing raised her head, a line of blood and tears rolling down her cloudy eyes.
His slender fingers grabbed Lao Wang's head.
Pinch hard!
"Bang!!"
Lao Wang's body exploded immediately, leaving only a weak fluorescent light in the palm of Mrs. Qing's hand.
She opened her hand and handed the fluorescent light to Zhang Yi.
"For me?"
Mrs. Qing nodded.
Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and took the fluorescent light.
The moment his hand touched the fluorescent light, a string of memories appeared in his field of vision.
Under the candlelight soul lamp.
A sunflower-shaped bronze mirror reflects the reflections of the two people.
The woman in the mirror, her pale red cheeks revealed a trace of sadness. She gently pulled back her long hair and removed the hairpin from her forehead.
Behind him is a man, holding a comb and gently combing the woman's hair.
"Wang Jie, we can't stay here anymore, let's go."
"Where to go?"
"It doesn't matter where you are, anywhere in the world. Sell the garden and let's start singing in another place."
The man didn't respond.
"Why, you don't want to?" The woman was stunned for a moment.
"If you are willing, when I enter the industry, I will say that I will go wherever the master goes."
The man took a deep breath and straightened his back: "But... I don't want to sing anymore."
After that, he closed his eyes tightly, held both ends of the rope tightly with both hands, and twisted it hard...
"Master, you have been singing opera all your life, but in the end you are still a low-class person who accepts others' wishes. I don't want to, I don't want to!!"
