There is no change in the semi-transparent window paper, or in other words, because the extra piece is gone, the window paper looks much more complete.
The little boy's head seemed to have been hit hard. He rolled to the window sill and sat quietly on it.
It seemed to have realized that it couldn't bite the ghost, so it stopped trying to attack.
Yan An waited for a while longer before walking out of the cabinet door.
The vigilance in his eyes did not dissipate. He looked at the window paper and tried to study it. If this window paper was the ghost itself, then he wanted to destroy the window paper directly.
He was looking at the semi-transparent window paper when he suddenly saw a moth outside the window landing on the window paper.
Moth?
He stared at the moth for a while, getting used to its appearance. After a while, the previous moth flew away, and a bigger one came onto the bed.
Yan An took a look and didn't think anything was wrong at first, but suddenly he noticed strange lines faintly appearing on the window paper.
He immediately became alert and subconsciously looked away. When he looked away, he saw the head of the little boy grinning at him.
Something is wrong.
The extra window paper it used to catch ghosts and attack them has been destroyed by the female ghost, but a large piece of window paper is still there, which may be the "ghost" itself. In this case, there must be other means of attack.
The lines emerging on the window paper had a feeling of affecting one's will. Yan An knew that such patterns should never be seen too many times.
In this case, it's better to try and destroy it.
If the master were here, with his unlucky luck, he would probably have either tripped and hit the previous window paper, or fallen in front of some strange pattern, just in time to look at each other.
Bad luck combined with dangerous and weird places always doubles the chance of death.
It's better to destroy it.
Yan An thought like this, holding five silver needles in his right hand, with his back to the window paper without looking at them, he activated his magic power and shot them out.
But as soon as the silver needle shot out, he felt a chill. He quickly turned around and backed away, only to find that the little boy's head was holding three silver needles in his mouth, jumping towards him in a gesture of common death.
Although it was injured, its speed did not slow down too much. Yan An was shocked and quickly backed away. At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eye that the remaining two needles he shot only tore a small part of the window paper, and he blinked.
In a short time the window paper was restored.
no.
He was already injured, and even if he wasn't injured, he might not be able to defend himself against the attack on the little boy's head and destroy the window paper at the same time.
Looking back now, he had caused trouble. Seeing the little boy's head rolling towards him, Yan An quickly exited the house and prepared to escape.
The speed of this head is much slower than that of the female ghost. He definitely runs faster than the opponent. This is why he dares to try to destroy the window paper.
But as soon as Yan An ran out, he found the little boy's head stopped at the door. It rolled away first, and then its face turned ugly. It looked at Yan An unwillingly for a while, its hateful eyes stuck to him for a long time.
, and then rolled back reluctantly.
It seems that getting out of the house is a big drain on it, so it doesn't want to do it.
This was a good thing. Yan An stood at the door and watched the head jump back to the window edge, breathing a sigh of relief.
He had no intention of entering this house again.
Having determined that there was no Wuweicao here, he wanted to simply take care of his injuries and move on to the next place.
As for the dangers in this village, just go back and tell your master about them. With the other party's caution, as long as he talks about the dangers, he won't fall victim to them.
Yan An did not leave immediately. Finally, he looked at the ghost standing in front of the window and asked: "We crawled under the bed together. Even if we know each other, my name is Yan An and I am a pharmacist. What is your name?"
This was the second time Yan An introduced himself and the second time he asked the other party's name. But the difference was that now that the female ghost had been destroyed, he finally made a voice this time and spoke in more detail.
Of course the ghost would not answer him, but maybe it was because he had been under the same bed, and the ghost body and the human body had overlapped, so the ghost had some reaction to Yan An. It moved and floated to the door.
Look at Yan An.
"You can't speak? Still don't understand? But you react to me." A flash of interest in research flashed in Yan An's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself.
"Is it because of this injury? I have a master who is always injured. I have cured many strange things, but I have never cured this one. I really want to give it a try to you."
Yan An said while looking at Wang Gui's face.
There was no disgust or sympathy in his eyes, they were as cold and calm as the needle in his hand, only the pure curiosity of a doctor.
The ghost didn't speak. It touched the small cage around its waist with its hand, and then glanced at the head on the bed, as if it was in a daze or thinking.
"You don't want to put it in, do you?" Yan An said in shock.
These words finally made the ghost react, and it nodded very slowly.
Yan An stopped talking. His eyes moved back and forth between the ghost, the head, and the cage, as if he was thinking about the relationship between the three.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "I can't help you."
The ghost didn't know whether he understood or not, he just floated in place blankly.
"But I think you are different from those two ghosts. They have a particularly heavy resentment in them, which makes people feel... muddy."
Yan An tried to describe this feeling from the perspective of a pharmacist.
"But you don't. Just like the monks, they are obsessed, but you are normal." Yan An concluded.
He quickly noticed the difference between the delusional ghost and the resentful ghost, but he was not sure what the connection was between the two. Was it a ghost that could have both states, or were these two ghosts that would not change each other?
I really want to catch two for experiments.
Thinking of this, Yan An's heart moved and he took out a small bottle.
"Would you like to try my medicine?
This Qingxu Powder is for human use to prevent people from going crazy. It will not erase memories, but it can also keep emotions to a minimum and just right.
This is the purest medicinal powder. It is not like their pills, which contain flaming yang energy and require monks to absorb and refine it with mana.
You shouldn't be able to take human elixirs. I don't think what you ghosts are using is magic.
But my medicinal powder is different. It can play more of the role of the medicine itself. Mix it in different orders to achieve the effect of slowing down mood swings and soothing the spirit. It has miraculous effects on people who are possessed by madness. It is no better than the alchemist's Qingxin Dan.
Difference.
Maybe you can use it?
You see, the alchemist’s Qingxin Pill contains ingredients for removing demons and yin. Even female monks are advised not to use it or reduce the ratio of several of the herbs, let alone a ghost like you?
So you have met me now, do you want to give it a try?"
Wang Gui looked at the small bottle in his hand and felt that he did not reject the contents, so he stared at it as if he was thinking about it.
Yan An was not originally a talkative person, but it was different when it came to pharmaceuticals.
He has a crazy love for pharmaceuticals. When he followed Chen Shi, half of it was because Chen Shi had an appetite for weirdness and straightforwardness, and the other half was because the other person could really realize his own ambitions.
The master is really unlucky, he is always injured, he needs a pharmacist, this is really a sense of accomplishment.
And every time Chen Shi encounters strange things, he likes this sense of adventure and constant challenge. Pharmaceuticals are all about growing in the unknown.
Doctor Fox has a good-natured character and a weird temper. Except for following Chen Shiyan's advice, he does everything else according to his heart.
Maybe he can't even get a drop of his medicinal powder for a thousand spiritual beads, or maybe he's willing to give you a bag of medicinal powder for you to eat even if he pays a thousand spiritual beads for it.
Now when it comes to ghosts, it is obvious that he is the latter.
That was the unknown that interested him. This chapter has been completed!