Chapter 105 The lingering ghost (two-in-one)
Li Wuxiang wiped away the sticky blood on his face, and all the tentacles in his body were stretched out to sense anything around him that might pose a threat to him.
The first thing I heard was the sound, the howling that filled the world, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes far and sometimes near. When it didn't stop, it was like a fierce wind!
As soon as he heard this voice, he immediately felt restless, a violent emotion surged into his heart, and he could hardly help but howl along with it. He immediately used his energy to barely suppress this feeling and looked around.
Everything was black and red, and the fishy smell was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved, as if feces, blood, and rotten matter were mixed together and mixed into the surrounding blood mist.
His always excellent eyesight seemed to be useless here, and the skin on his body was sizzling, as if it was also being corroded by the blood mist. Only the tentacles that reached out could capture something in the air——
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Malice that was far more violent than what he saw in the mirror enveloped him, and countless things climbed onto him the moment he appeared. He felt that if he could see it, he would be tightly wrapped by countless evil ghosts. , not even a single gap is left!
These things were talking one after another in his ears, making his head buzz. Li Wuxiang closed his mouth tightly and tried his best to concentrate and not let himself think about them.
Zhao Qi pulled himself in. But what about Zhao Qi?
As soon as this idea came up, a pile of scattered white bones immediately appeared in the blood mist under his feet.
In Lingshan... Do we need to be connected to see it?
No wonder. He had just responded to Zhao Qi's words in the mirror before, and he suddenly got pregnant.
He squatted down, reached out and gently touched the bone. It was tactile, but light, as if there was a thin layer between it and my fingers. The reason why we can be sure that this is Zhao Qi is because there is a wound on the skull that was penetrated by a knife - it was left when he was told to be freed that day.
It seems to have become a dead thing. When it was time to pull himself into Lingshan, he exhausted his own energy.
So he reached into his arms, took out three sticks of incense and lit them.
When you light incense in the sun, the smoke will rise and then disperse. But the smoke here becomes thinner as soon as it emerges, only a little bit around the fire head. He remembered the words he used when burning paper to offer sacrifices in his previous life, and shouted: "Don't fight with outsiders!"
The aroma gathered instantly. He held the incense around Zhao Qi's bones and slowly circled it - he didn't know if this was useful, but since he wanted to enjoy the power of the incense, he should treat it like a dead horse.
Then the smoke no longer rose, but slowly flowed downwards, soaking into the gaps between the bones. Then it became stained with blood, lingered, slowly became like substance, and then turned into strands of flesh and blood.
Once the head is opened, the flesh and blood will grow very fast, and the line of fire from the incense head will seem to be sucked in several times and burn down rapidly. After about five or six breaths, the three sticks of incense were burned to the root, and a bloody skinned human figure appeared in front of him, and then it was covered with a layer of gravel as if it had grown skin.
Zhao Qi's two eyes stained with black blood rolled around, and he made a hoarse voice from his throat: "You are really majestic now. When you come to Lingshan, your expression remains unchanged. You are worthy of being refined by my master... Zhao Puppet. Looking at you like this, you are indeed not a human being.”
"Things that are not human may not be worse than people. Why can't I see anything? Where is Zhao Puppet?"
Zhao Qi slowly got up from the ground, moved his facial features, his face was broken with blood, and smiled: "Do you remember the house of the Xue family? Just like you are now at the entrance of the yard, Zhao Puppet's ancient cave is on the roof of the main house Go up. You only need to go up six or seven steps and you can see him in the cave. Hahahaha, he is also looking at you at the entrance of the cave!"
Li Wuxiang glanced in the direction he pointed, but still could only see a blur of black and red blood mist.
He smiled: "It almost scared me."
Zhao Qi smiled widely: "Oh, my disciple will be scared too. Okay, listen, I'll teach you the last thing... Why is it called Lingshan? Lingshan is only in your heart. It has to be realized. , you can see it now. Are the evil spirits here crawling all over you? As long as you pronounce their names, your skin will be peeled off immediately. Now you know why I told you in the first place: Don’t mind the things you shouldn’t, and don’t recite the sutras you shouldn’t. Read it.”
"So now Zhao Puppet is looking at you, but you can't see it. But as long as you offer him a stick of incense, you can see it immediately!"
"But why can't he see me?"
Zhao Qi laughed as if he could still breathe, laughing so hard that he was out of breath: "Because he thinks you are still in the mirror! Hahahahaha, but if he thinks you are coming, he will immediately see it ! ”
He put away his evil smile again: "Do you know how to get out?"
Li Wuxiang shook his head: "I don't know."
"I heard Zhao Puppet say that you are considered a ghost fairy. Then someone needs to worship you, and with your thoughts, you can hear that person... Listen carefully, and look for it carefully. Catch. Following his thoughts, I naturally went out. I haven’t tried it! I don’t know if it works! Try it yourself. But if you stay here for too long and there is no incense to offer, no matter who you are, you will only slowly turn into a devil. In a pool of blood.”
Zhao Qi stared at him and said: "I don't know what you are capable of now. I only tell you how to deal with him. Zhao Puppet is a god, unless one day everyone in the world forgets him. Otherwise, even if you can defeat him, you can't kill him completely. As long as he remains in Lingshan, even if he turns into an evil ghost, as long as someone thinks of him, he will be able to resurrect."
Li Wuxiang thought for a while: "But you just said that if you become an evil ghost, you will slowly turn into a pool of blood -"
"Ah, yes. It will take thousands of years, can you wait? So listen, after you defeat him, take out what he left behind!" Zhao Qi said viciously, "Suppress him ! Use whatever method is powerful! If you can get the Sun Way, use Shenxiao from the Sun Way people. Thunderbolt him! Thunderbolt him for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, see if he dies! If you can't find anyone, give it to someone from the Six-Bud Xuan Sect or the Sword Sect! He is also a god, he is here to stay! It can barely be called the remains of an immortal, it’s a good thing! You can change it to whatever you want!”
"When you kill him, you need to be fierce and energetic! Just like that swordsman back then! You need to hit the target with one blow and don't give him a chance to backhand. As long as he understands here, you can't beat him!" Having said this! After saying this, Zhao Qi seemed to yawn, and a layer of red mist slowly appeared on his body, as if the smoke that had turned into flesh and blood could not be gathered and was about to disperse again.
He sighed: "One more thing, didn't you become the leader of Ranshan Sect? I heard Zhao Puppet talk about the illusion. You can't control the illusion, right? Everything about Ranshan is actually the same. Yes, turn the imaginary into reality and the reality into imaginary. If you want to use that illusion, just find a place and rebuild the mountain gate exactly the same, and the thing will naturally spread out."
"Okay." Zhao Qi sighed again, "Just do it."
Li Wuxiang frowned and thought for a while: "Am I going to kill Zhao Puppet like this?"
"Oh, at this time, if you say these things again, you will underestimate me." Zhao Qi smiled coldly, "It's not that I don't know what you want to do, the reason why I told you those things is just because of your There is some truth in what he said ...I understand, I am so good to him, but he abandons me like a shoe! It's ridiculous, I have lived for so long, but you can't see it clearly. Come on, kill me first, and then kill Zhao Puppet. You deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!”
Li Wuxiang was silent for a moment, then reached into his arms, took out three more incense sticks, lit them, and threw them on Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qi was stunned, his mouth opened with blood, and his eyes stared straight at him.
"Sometimes, what I say doesn't mean it. But sometimes, it's actually true." Li Wuxiang smiled, "Master, I said I don't think you are hateful, but that doesn't mean others don't think you are hateful. You went all the way to find Zhao Puppet, you have taken away so many lives and killed so many people, they must hate you. If you die like this, who will you tell those who lost their lives in vain?”
"So you can't die yet, you should continue to stay in Lingshan. When I have time in the future, I will visit the villages and towns you have passed through again, and I will also tell them which things are very effective in worshiping - if they harm people, they will You should make some compensation. I don’t know what the rules are in Lingshan, but it should be easier for others to think about your good things than to think about your bad things.”
He sighed: "I said that I think you are a kind person at heart, and that's true. Master, learn to be a good person. Whether you believe it or not, I may know better than you how uncomfortable it is to be resentful and gnashing your teeth. Do it. Do something good and you will feel much better.”
The three incense sticks were burning slowly, and Zhao Qi was still in a daze. After a long time, he suddenly threw himself down on the ground, his chest heaved and he let out a long breath.
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A ghost can't breathe, but he actually breathed out—a thick black and red turbid air that looked like an arrow. The sand and gravel on his body suddenly trembled, then scattered from his body, disappearing in the blood mist.
He still looked flayed, but the surface of his body was already covered in shiny blood, instead of the dark, red and cracked appearance before, mixed with mud and sand.
Li Wuxiang didn't know what this change meant, but his intuition told him that it was a good thing - was Zhao Qi overthinking it? In Lingshan, thoughts seem to be extremely important... His resentment has dissipated, so it must have affected himself.
He smiled and patted Zhao Qi's arm: "I'll help you get your skin back. Also, this is not called bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, this is called cleaning up the family!"
He took out the last three incense sticks from his arms and lit them, silently thinking about Zhao Puppet's appearance in Jinshui at that time - a cloud of black air, only two of the three flowers on his head were left, and the human skin around him was dancing, and then he suddenly turned towards Zhao Puppet before him. Look in the direction pointed by Qi.
He saw the ancient cave!
It was an even more gloomy and gloomy cave entrance in a black and red blood mist.
Breaking evil requires Qi and blood, and he has almost no Qi and blood, but he can use everything around him!
Li Wuxiang's tentacles scattered outside his body began to suck, and in just two or three breaths, they changed from white to pink, and then from pink to red. The things that originally entangled him tightly seemed to scream in his ears. Some of them immediately fled, but more were sucked by his tentacles and quickly lost their weight and dispersed in the blood.
The True Immortal Body Dao Pian in his body then rotated rapidly, turning all the vicious energy of the spirit mountain into pure blood, which slowly gathered on his flying sword.
The small sword gradually glowed with blood, causing it to tremble and buzz in the body, as if it was eager to break out of the body.
So he suppressed it forcefully, lowered himself, and climbed towards the ancient cave using his hands and feet.
After climbing four or five steps, he reached the entrance of the cave. He leaned close to the cave and only poked out one eye to look into the cave——
Zhao Puppet...how did he become like this? !
His body is still a mass of black mist, but there is golden light on his body, vaguely forming an outline... as if he is a collar of golden armor! The faint light emitted by this golden armor not only coated the two remaining blood flowers on the top of the head with a layer of golden light, but also faintly turned into a third golden flower!
And his face became clearer, closer to the appearance of the Kitchen God seen in Jinshui!
He's going to have three flowers gathering again!
A month ago, before leaving Jinshui, Zhao Puppet begged and threatened him in every possible way, saying that he was about to die. But now, Li Wuxiang felt that he was about to return to the way he was when he fought with Zeng Jianqiu. Where did he get it? The one who cultivates the power of his will? ?
At this time, Zhao Puppet was sitting in the darkness of the ancient cave, his posture really looked like a sacred one. He used the human skin as tentacles and danced slowly in the void around him. After Li Wuxiang observed for a while, he realized that they were not aimless, but seemed to be plucking something.
As soon as the idea came up, he really saw it——
There are actually many clear lights in the darkness, like tiny ripples in the air, and tiny human voices are coming from those ripples. Li Wuxiang had just listened intently for a while, when the ripples began to shake slightly, and Zhao Puppet's head suddenly straightened up, as if he had noticed something.
He immediately stopped thinking - the human voices coming out of the ripples sounded gentle and pious, not full of resentment like the whispers of the evil spirits he heard in the mirror. That...is a living person's prayer? I just wanted to listen, maybe I almost stole his incense.
Who else is worshiping him? A dense ripple, no one knows how many people there are!
One hit, one hit... It seems that now is not the best time. Li Wuxiang once again used his hands and feet to slowly move away. But just when he was about to disappear into the blood mist, a thought suddenly crossed his mind——
Jinjia...Taiyi...that, dream!
After killing Xu Daosheng, the dream I had that night when I went camping with Cheng Peixin and Cheng Shengfei back to Deyang!
At that time, I thought that the external evil had changed its way of communicating with me and turned into a dream. But what if... the person entrusting the dream is not an external evil, but a Zhao puppet? Before going to bed that night, I had been thinking about establishing a sect, so did I ask him to seize the opportunity?
He knew that the martial arts temple in Deyang was occupied by spirits, so he wanted to ask himself to go to the martial arts temple to get rid of the spirits and then provide him with shelter? !
The ghost lingers...ha! This is so well said!
(End of chapter)