Li Ting also realized something and looked at Zhao Lingyan. He suddenly remembered the two names Ye Ming said.
Zhao Lingyan, Zhao Qi.
It sounded like two girls, and he was eager to save people. He only thought that he could make the resentful ghost spit out people by his own strength, and didn't think much about other things.
But that deceitful ghost named Zhao Lingyan actually responded to the lamentation of this resentful ghost.
In fact, if you think about it from another angle, Zhao Qi may not necessarily be a girl's name.
Qi, belongs to the jade genus. It is considered a good wish from parents to think of a gentleman and treat him as warmly as jade.
Li Ting lowered his eyes and looked at the resentful ghost whose hair he had shaved off.
"Zhao Qi?"
The resentful ghost stopped for a moment in mourning and the malice in his eyes, and then continued to look at Li Ting viciously.
Maybe when it was not a resentful ghost, it was really called Zhao Qi, but it was not after all, Zhao Qi was no longer there, and what was being struck by the cold whip at this moment was a monster bred of resentment.
Zhao Lingyan looked at Li Ting and raised the cage in his hand towards him.
"Do you hope to arrest Zhao Qi?" Li Ting asked.
Seeing Zhao Lingyan nodding again, Li Ting's heart moved, and he stared at the ghost and said, "Then let me help you lock it in here."
Zhao Lingyan still nodded, obviously accepting Li Ting's help, but why couldn't the bond be established?
"Li Ting, I'm going in to collect the magic weapon. Just don't look at the window." Tang Yuan asked.
"Yeah." Li Tingzheng was thinking hard about why the bond was not established, so he didn't say much.
Tang Yuan turned his back to the window and walked towards Li Ting's position. There was a silver-rimmed yin-yang mirror hanging over his left eye, and he looked at the head that was nailed through the neck with a cold expression.
He recited a spell, and the magical weapon with magical power was taken out. Only then did Li Ting see clearly that the thing was an unclosed ring, and the end was pierced into the head of the resentful ghost.
Tang Yuan took back the magic weapon, and brown blood remained on the head of the resentful ghost.
This time Li Ting was sitting on the ground, facing the window, so with Tang Yuan's movements, Li Ting could clearly see a small crack appearing on the window paper, and then it closed immediately.
crack?
Just now, he turned his back to the window to fight the ghost, and did not notice the change in the window paper at all. So if the resentful ghost is injured, will the window paper also break?
Looking at the small cage in Zhao Lingyan's hand, and then at the quickly restored window paper, Li Ting thought of a possibility. Zhao Lingyan had said that he wanted to catch Zhao Qi and put him in the small cage, but Zhao Qi couldn't get in. He pointed at the head and spoke.
At that time, Zhao Lingyan did not form a bond with him.
At first he thought it was because of his wrong obsession.
But is it possible that the obsession is right, but the specific thing is wrong?
For example, the real "Zhao Qi" is not the head on the ground, but the window paper.
"Do you want that window paper? I'll get that for you." Li Ting asked.
Zhao Lingyan turned around, looked at the window paper quietly for a while, and nodded slowly.
The bond is formed.
Li Ting felt the familiar bond and thought.
But how to remove the window paper was a problem. Li Ting looked at Tang Yuan, thought of something, and then looked away.
It would be great if Ye Ming was here. His temperament would definitely match his.
Originally, Yan An was also appropriate, but he could understand the words for a while, but not for a while, and he couldn't understand the commands that were too complicated at all.
Li Ting looked at Yan An, who was standing at the door, playing with beans, and sighed.
Tang Yuan noticed Li Ting's gaze and heard the conversation between Li Ting and Zhao Lingyan. He was silent for a moment, took out a piece of black cloth and covered his eyes.
"As long as you don't look at it, that's fine. My cultivation level is higher than yours. You tell me the direction and I'll tear it apart." Tang Yuandao.
Li Ting looked at Tang Yuan with some surprise. He knew that weapon refiners were more cautious. Even someone with a bad mind like Wang Feicai knew how to hide when in danger. Tang Yuan was actually willing to believe him?
Thinking about this, he felt a little moved in his heart. He just felt that he shouldn't have any prejudice against the weapon refiner. Tang Yuan should also be a cheerful person.
Li Ting said hello seriously, looked at the position of the window paper, and began to guide Tang Yuan, "Turn around and go forward, three meters."
Tang Yuan moved slowly, as if his steps were measured, he walked forward three meters accurately.
"Ten centimeters to the left, half a meter forward." Li Ting continued.
Tang Yuan adjusted his position as instructed.
"Take the weapon and use magic power to move forward, which is where the window paper is." Li Ting said.
Tang Yuan's hand moved slightly, and a scimitar appeared. The tip of the knife was half extended forward, pressed against the wall, and slowly moved upward. After a slight pause, it was obvious that he had reached the window, so the tip of the knife appeared.
It's hanging in the air.
The next moment, the tip of the knife was covered with a layer of mana. Jin Danqi's strength was not weak. When he stabbed with the knife, the mana seemed to have burning power, causing the window paper to immediately open a large hole.
Tang Yuan kept slashing, hooking the blade back and continuing to slash along the edge of the window. His sword always carried magic power, and it was this magic power that kept hurting the body of the resentful ghost.
A piece of semi-transparent window paper fell onto his knife-holding hand, and the paper seemed to have some strange power, cutting the back of Tang Yuan's hand.
His movements paused, and his other hand immediately went to pull out the paper stuck in the back of his hand, but Li Ting suddenly shouted: "Don't move!"
He could see clearly that the four sides of the paper were filled with yin energy, which was extremely strong. If Tang Yuan used his other hand to pull it out, his other hand might be injured even if he couldn't see it.
The safest way at this time is to retract the scimitar, turn around and take off the black cloth, accurately avoid the Yin Qi on the edge of the paper, pull it out and destroy it.
This can reduce the damage to the greatest extent.
Those are the hands of a weapon refiner.
Li Ting stared at Tang Yuan and said, "It's just a little bit close. If you go to the left and up, it will be finished. Don't retreat."
Tang Yuan's face was cold, and sweat was already oozing out from his forehead. No weapon refiner could remain calm when his hand was injured.
But he only paused for a moment, then withdrew his trembling left hand. Holding a scimitar in his right hand, he poured mana into it and moved it sharply to the left and then upward against the window.
Li Ting's actions were executed perfectly.
Li Ting's head under the bamboo whip let out an unwilling cry. His eyes were all blood-red and began to swell. Li Ting's expression changed and he realized something. He quickly lowered his neck and turned his head to avoid his eyes.
At the same time, he covered his left hand with mana as a shield and subconsciously protected his Dantian. However, he was still shocked by the aftermath of the explosion, and his body was broken into pieces. He could not help but vomit blood.
But from the beginning to the end, he did not pull out the bamboo whip, and it was firmly nailed to the neck of the resentful ghost.
But at this moment, the resentful ghost's neck was also broken.
Li Ting looked at the window. Pieces of fragments were scattered, and the semi-transparent window paper turned into some kind of aged paper-like material, slowly falling to the ground.
As for the patterns, they have completely disappeared.
"Okay." Li Ting ignored his injury and walked towards Tang Yuan as he spoke, looking at the back of his injured hand.
There was a scarlet bloodstain there, which was deep enough to see the bones. The blood flowed out in a steady stream, and there was also a little bit of yin energy, but that bit of yin energy quickly dissipated as the piece of paper fell into pieces.
Tang Yuan took off the black cloth and looked at his hands.
Li Ting looked a little apologetic, "Thank you for trusting me."
Otherwise, the resentful ghost might take this opportunity to restore the window paper and use the fragments to attract Tang Yuan's attention. If Tang Yuan really took off the black cloth and stopped attacking at that time, there is a great possibility that he would also be taken into the ghost realm.
Tang Yuan glanced at Li Ting, took out the powder to stop bleeding, and applied it to his hand, "No muscles or bones were injured, don't worry."
When Li Ting heard this, his eyes became more appreciative, and he said that Tang Yuan was a cheerful person. This chapter has been completed!