It was Yan An who was hiding under the same bed as the ghost.
At that time, he had not died in Beizhou, and he thought he could return alive.
Yan An stuck to the bottom of the bed, and with difficulty took out a small disc from his blood-stained lapel with his right hand. If a monk from Beizhou saw it twenty years later, he would recognize it as a broken ghost mirror.
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But at this time, Yan An didn't know what it was, but he had a character that left nothing behind. The owner of this small disc had been killed by him, so everything was naturally his.
Yan An simply wiped the dirt on it with his hand and looked at it doubtfully.
Crystal protection?
Yan An gently poured a little magic power into it. He felt that the small disc was not very strong, and he was afraid that it would break if he pressed harder.
what is that?
When he was following the man, he clearly saw him using it once, and it seemed to work well. Unfortunately, he was behind him and couldn't see how he used it.
But Yan An still heard those few formulas clearly. Although he felt that anyone who could read the formula aloud had a bad mind, he was still very grateful to the other person's bad mind.
"The hell on earth, see through ghosts..."
He didn't hear the last word clearly, and Yan An was stuck here, thinking.
It was not the time for him to ponder the usage and formula of a small mirror, but Yan An had a strange intuition that he had better understand its usage right away.
He has been searching for medicinal materials in dangerous places all year round and is extremely sensitive to danger. He has survived countless times and escaped from danger. He has rich experience.
So he knew that this intuition would never be useless.
Moreover, after following Chen Shixiu to make medicine, he was affected by the opponent's luck countless times, and he survived by chance only by relying on this intuition.
Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the young man's face, he will definitely survive.
"How can you see through the ghost world in the human underworld?" Yan An started to try. Following his intuition, he put the small mirror in front of his eyes and guessed the last word.
His lips moved, but he did not say a word.
"Can you see through ghosts in the underworld?"
"Can you see through ghosts in the underworld?"
"The hell on earth, can you see through the ghost position?"
"Can you see through ghosts in the underworld?"
He followed the direction he hoped most in his heart, but he was not right once. However, the man's expression did not change at all, his eyes were staring at the small mirror dimly, and the mana in his hand was wrapped around it, and he continued to try.
Obviously, under such circumstances, he still remained calm and patient.
"Can you see through ghosts in the underworld?"
"Can you see through the ghost body in the hell on earth?"
Mana fluctuations slowly emanated from the broken ghost mirror. Yan An rolled his eyes, always feeling that this formula was weird and vulgar.
But the next moment, his expression became a little solid.
Through the broken ghost mirror, he clearly saw a translucent black figure curled up against the wall on the other side.
It was relatively small and had no facial features on its face, as if it had been chewed by something.
It's a mouse.
The gnaw marks on its face are from rats.
Medicine Master Yan had rich experience in dealing with animals and plants and recognized him immediately.
As he observed and pondered, the ghost had a small braid in his hair and was thin in proportion, resembling a teenage girl.
In other words, female ghost.
The chill just now must have collided with it.
Through the broken ghost mirror, Yan An saw the black mist that had not completely dissipated on the ground between him and the ghost.
Is this a trace of its movement?
It...is it afraid of me?
An extremely weird feeling arose from Yan An's bottom. Is there such a thing as ghosts?
Although the ghost had no eyes, Yan An felt that they were looking at each other, looking at each other.
Yan An opened his mouth and smiled.
He was already very courageous, hiding from ghosts just because he couldn't beat him, but now he saw someone who was not a threat to him, and he immediately became interested.
The female ghost on the street outside was the first ghost he saw, and the one hiding under the bed with him was the second one.
What exactly are ghosts like? Can they talk? How are they divided into strong and weak ones? Why are some so fierce? Are the wounds on its face caused during life or after death? Can they be cured?
Yan An's right hand moved slightly, and he could hardly restrain his urge to study.
He doesn't have any other preferences, he is just interested in injured things. His medical skills can only heal people, but he has never healed ghosts.
The man's eyes were so hot that the ghost's body shrank back again.
The smile on Yan An's face grew wider.
He tried hard to make his smile look friendly, but because his cheeks were too thin, it still looked a bit fierce. Yan An mouthed to the ghost and said, "My name is Yan An, what is your name?"
The ghost ignored him and only trembled slightly.
The interest in Yan An's eyes did not diminish, and he was about to speak again, but suddenly he felt that something was not right. He clearly did not show any murderous intent, but the ghost was shaking more and more violently.
Its fear is deepening.
And the cold feeling was getting stronger. At first he thought it was coming from the ghost under the bed, but now he felt something was wrong.
Yan An realized something, took the broken ghost mirror, slowly turned his head, and looked out from under the bed.
A pale face was hanging upside down, motionless against the seam of the bed.
The face was right next to the hem of its clothes. It was impossible for a normal human body to be bent like this. It was the ghost, the ghost that hurt him. At this moment, its ghostly face was less than one meter away from him.
The face seemed to be frozen there, but the eyes that had been closed opened at an extremely slow speed, revealing a pair of bright red pupils like lanterns.
Yan An felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave for a moment.
The ghost was shaking so hard that it lost its fog. It backed away desperately, as if it remembered that it was a ghost at this moment. It swayed and passed through the wall.
"Wait for me." Yan An gritted his teeth and said. At the same time, he moved his right hand that was holding two silver needles, and shot a needle towards the wall where the ghost was hiding.
He is in the Dao Dan stage, and even if he is injured, his weapon is enough to shoot through a mortal brick wall.
The house collapsed instantly, and at that moment, Yan An stepped back and ran with all his strength in the direction of the ghost.
He wants to be with this brat.
The female ghost chased him before and chopped her, as if she had a problem with him. Although she didn't know if the kid was being chased like herself, but if they ran away separately, it would be a bad thing if the female ghost just chose to chase him.
He has to run with the little ghost, maybe it knows how to hide, and one person and one ghost are very powerful.
The female ghost behind her let out a shrill cry, and the smoke from the collapse of the house fell on her open eyes. At the same time, a thin silver needle was inserted into her left eye, and the silver needle was filled with magic power.
Yes, its eyes exploded.
If it weren't for its ghostly aura, its head might be exploded.
That was Yan An's second needle. The first needle was used to shoot at the brick wall. When he stood up, the second needle accurately penetrated the female ghost's red lantern-like left eye while it was fascinated.
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After shooting the needle and running away, Yan An didn't waste time looking back, because he never doubted his accuracy.
Hehe, if you chop off my left arm, then you should give back my left eye first. This chapter has been completed!