Wang Fu said to the ghost girl, "You can start swearing."
The ghost girl was overjoyed, and swearing poison was easier for her than drinking water.
"I……"
Wang Fu asked her to emphasize, "Tell her your real name, tell her your full name."
"The twenty-eighth lady, the daughter of the mountain god of Gushan Mountain, swears to heaven that if she cannot help Wang Fu get back the elephant-carrying leaf-shaped lantern, her life will be worse than death, she will be spurned by reincarnation, and she will never be reincarnated."
After swearing the oath, she looked at Wang Fu and said, "How?"
Wang Fu nodded, seemingly satisfied, "That's good, let's do it again."
The ghost girl thought to herself what kind of quirk this was. Some people like to listen to plays, and some people like to listen to books. Why are there still weird people who like to hear people swear repeatedly?
However, she used Ghosts and Gods Bagua to shield her. Don't say it once, even if she repeated it ten times, it would have no effect.
Her cultivation is limited and she cannot shield the heavenly secrets, but she is more than enough to shield her own qi. The poisonous oath she swore is undetected by the heavenly secrets, so naturally it cannot be fulfilled.
"I……"
Wang Fu watched the ghost girl's performance with no expression on his face.
From what he could see, the ghost girl swore verbally, but her life fire did not change at all.
Sure enough, you can't believe a word the ghost says.
After asking the ghost girl to read it several times, Wang Fu could confirm that the other party had blocked the energy in some way, and the poisonous oath was just spoken, without any effect.
"Wait!"
Wang Fu said leisurely, "You need to add four more words to your oath to make it complete."
"What to add?"
The ghost girl said it didn't matter, nothing she added would work, it was all blocked by her.
"Be bound by me."
The ghost girl was confused, "What are these words?"
"Don't worry, join in, and swear the oath again."
The ghost girl was doubtful and repeated it again, adding "subject to my restraint".
This time the oath was particularly different. From the first sentence, Wang Fu could see that the ghost girl's life fire had bifurcated.
The life fire will bifurcate, which is an unprecedented spectacle!
The ghost girl noticed that Wang Fu was looking at her with more and more burning eyes, thinking that this stinky Taoist priest, a sanctimonious pervert, pretended to be noble, but in fact he couldn't move his eyes.
"...will never be reincarnated."
After saying the last sentence of the oath, the ghost girl's life candle burst out into a spark, fluttering, and fell directly into the side of Wang Fu's life candle.
"parasitic?"
Wang Fu broke into a sweat and suddenly realized that the essence of this life fire was, to be precise, a hostage. As the price of the ghost girl's oath, it was split and controlled by Wang Fu.
The key to this change lies in the four words "subject to my restraint", which come from "The Sutra of Du Er".
This life fire has no life candle to rely on, but it still keeps burning.
The source of Wang Fu's inner fire is still in the ghost girl Twenty-eighth Lady.
The fire in front of me was attached to Wang Fu's life candle. To be precise, it handed over the life candle to Wang Fu.
The burning fire of life consumes the ghost girl's luck, but Wang Fu can control the fire of life with a thought, and the life and death of the other party can be determined by just a thought.
"How many times do you want me to swear?"
The ghost girl didn't know yet that earth-shaking changes had taken place, and she looked at Wang Fu with some dissatisfaction.
"it is ready."
"When will you let me out?"
“Let’s talk about it later!”
Wang Fu continued on his way, he wanted to find other fellow disciples of the Thunder Fire Palace to join him.
After walking a few more steps, the cheerful sound of blowing conchs and drums came from the opposite side, mixed with the shouts of the king of suona.
"Here is the feast, here is the feast."
There were faint sounds of eating and drinking coming from all around, but no one responded.
Wang Fu walked a few steps further and saw bright lights. There were dozens of banquet tables in a square, filled with piles of dishes filled with chicken, duck and fish. They were still shiny under the night lights. Overflowing with color and fragrance.
The lantern is white, and the light it emits is cold, and it looks faint when it hits the ground.
The key point is that there is no one in the seemingly lively scene, and the drumming music just heard has disappeared without a trace.
Wang Fu took a few steps forward, and the wind blew past the white paper flowers decorating the bamboo shed, swaying in a dazzling way.
"Baishi? Why did the music just played joy?"
Wang Fu recalled the music he had just heard. It was so cheerful and bright that people couldn't help but shake their legs. However, the scene in front of him was clearly a dinner party at home.
Thinking of this, a chill rose in my heart, it was so weird.
"The guests are coming, the guests are coming."
Wang Fu was excited, "Who?"
But on the originally empty ground, there stood a paper puppet, with facial features painted in paint, and a voice coming from its mouth.
"Please take a seat."
Wang Fupeng blew out a ball of wind, and the paper man was blown to pieces on the spot and disappeared without a trace.
"Take your seat, take your seat, take your seat!"
More sounds came from all directions, and countless footsteps sounded in the darkness. Paper dolls came out one by one, and the light from the white lanterns hit their faces, making them look particularly pale.
The paper people had expressionless faces, repeating the word mechanically, approaching Wang Fu step by step.
Wang Fu made a gesture and was about to set fire to the place. Suddenly he heard a voice, "Junior brother Wang, don't move around and sit down."
This voice is very familiar, it belongs to Xia Yunlong.
"Senior Brother Bian."
Wang Fu looked back and saw Bian Yunlong wearing a shroud with a strange expression and a pair of eyes blinking desperately, as if he was conveying some message to him.
"Take your seat, take your seat!"
The paper man next to him began to urge again, getting closer and closer to Wang Fu.
However, Bian Yunlong's reaction was very contradictory. He kept inviting invitations, but his eyes were full of anxiety, signaling Wang Fu not to sit down.
"interesting."
Wang Fu glanced at Bian Yunlong. The other person's life candle was still red, but the situation was weird. It was not the red color of a normal person, but looked a little faded.
Yes, it means fading, transitioning from red to white.
Once the red color fades away and turns completely white, it is no longer a human being but a ghost.
When I contacted him again, he was wearing a shroud with a strange expression, and the truth was about to come out, "Looking for a substitute."
Wang Fu recited a few words silently, walked to sit next to Bian Yunlong, and the moment he reached the bench, the world in front of him was spinning.
brush!
When Wang Fu opened his eyes, he found that the square was still the same as before, but it had changed from deserted and deserted to bustling and lively.
"The food is served!"
Wang Fu turned his head and said, "Isn't this the boy serving the dishes from the same class? Why are you here to role-play?"
"Senior Brother Bian..."
Wang Fu opened his mouth, only to find that Bian Yunlong was not at the banquet, but was lying quietly in the coffin wearing a shroud.
"Drink, drink."
Someone was toasting next to him, and it was a familiar classmate.
Judging from their appearance, they seemed to have lost their minds and regarded themselves as characters in this fantasy.
Another vicious ghost who is good at building momentum.
Wang Fu felt a headache, and he heard the sound of gongs and drums in his ears. The stage set up in the square instantly turned on the lights, and the opera singers appeared one after another, their voices loud and clear.
At the banquet tables, the people at the table were watching the opera and eating the food, all of which were lifelike.
"Let me see how many living people are in there."
Wang Fu opened his eyes and was shocked. There were white life candles everywhere. Except for Bian Yunlong, the life candles of other sects almost completely turned into white, leaving only a touch of red.
"It's hopeless. Only Senior Brother Bian can help."
Wang Fu glanced at the porcelain bottle and thought something was wrong, so he broke the bottle and released the ghost girl. At worst, they would both die.