Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Between old buildings, at the intersection of roadways.

Flying insects hovered under the low street lamp, casting out some flimsy light.

Not far from the river here, the damp and cold mist on the river was blown by the night breeze, covering the laneway with a thin layer of veil.

It's already past early morning.

Pedestrians have all returned home, and the fields are silent.

If you step into this intersection in a daze, you will inevitably have the illusion that you step into a certain boundary and take a wrong step, which is an inhuman state.

Li Changan didn't have so many feelings. He just felt that there was no one around, and it was just the right way to do it.

He brought four bowls of white rice and placed them on the four lanes at the intersection, and then put incense candles on the white rice.

Afterwards, he took out a bowl.

The color in the bowl was brilliant, and it was fresh blood.

He took out several pieces of yellow paper and a brush, put blood on the brush, and wrote four words on the yellow paper.

Lingguang.

Stubborn.

Meng Zhang.

Supervise soldiers.

After he finished writing, he picked up the yellow paper with the blood stains and put them under the bowl.

Afterwards, they bowed one by one in four directions, chanting.

"Worship the Sifang God, please open the Sifang door..."

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Li Chang'an is learning more slowly and knows very few spells and spells. Slaying demons and slaying demons is more based on the technique of change given by the Yellow Shell Book.

But by chance, through Liu Laodao, he also came into contact with some folk alchemy.

What he uses now is one of them.

Folk alchemy, as its name suggests, is a low-level spell passed down by folks, or even not called a spell at all. Most of them are just for the benefit of certain spiritual characteristics. They are simple, crude, with little chance of success, and great follow-up harm.

For example, willow branches to fight ghosts, villains, and the famous Die Immortal, all belong to this class of magic arts.

What Li Changan is using now is called "soul light."

This is learned from Liu Lao Dao, but because it is something that can't be used on the stage, Liu Lao Dao is not righteously taught. What he has done now is just drawing a gourd in the same way as Liu Lao Dao in his memory.

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After finishing several preparatory steps, we finally reached the most critical step.

Li Changan took a deep breath and took out an orange lantern with four light openings on it.

Then he took out the bottle containing the Li Gui, and placed it in the middle of the intersection with the orange lantern, and then twisted the bottle cap, and the black fog suddenly rose into the sky, the lights flickered, and Li Gui was free again.

Li Changan stepped back two steps and bowed.

"Please go to the sedan chair."

Li Gui didn't move, only a weird smile was heard in the cold mist.

Li Chang'an held his temper and worshipped again.

"Please go to the sedan chair!"

Li Gui still didn't move, but his laughter became more and more presumptuous and sharper. The black resentment was tumbling, the street lights flickered violently, and the flying insects scattered and flew away.

In the ever-changing light and shadow, Li Changan frowned and bowed again.

"Please, the immortal gets on the sedan chair."

Li Gui finally moved, but opened his savage mouth and rushed towards Li Changan.

"Hi, you are a fairy!"

Li Chang'an laughed furiously.

This is the shortcoming of this kind of folk alchemy. Although it can easily attract ghosts and spirits, ordinary people lack the ability to fight against ghosts and monsters.

But, that's ordinary people...

Li Chang'an was too lazy to pull the sword, so he raised his hand and grabbed Li Gui's face. With the other hand, he hit Li Gui's chin with an uppercut.

Immediately, he closed Li Gui's blood basin and went back, knocking a few front teeth along the way, and when they fell to the ground, they turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Then Li Changan caught Li Gui with his old fists again, and the black smoke drifted away and his soul became loose. Only then did Li Changan stop, rubbing it into a small ball like bread and stuffing it into an orange lantern.

Seeing that he was still making trouble, Li Changan asked.

"Do you still want revenge."

Only then did the movement in the orange lantern stop, and black smoke drifting around gathered from the lamp socket. Er, a red light was projected from the lantern.

Li Changan lifted the orange light and walked into the deep alley along the red light.

What this soul lamp refers to is where Bai Xiuye ​​is!

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The soul lamp led the way, all the way to the outskirts of the city.

In front of me was an abandoned old house. This is a two-story residential building that has been in disrepair for a long time. The second floor has collapsed, and the bottom vines grow along the cracks in the wall.

This is a dilapidated house that homeless people would not stay in. At this time, the deformed window showed some faint light.

The red light is blazing in the soul lamp.

But without it reminding, the strong smell of gu worms has been told to Li Changan: This is Bai Xiuye's hiding place!

Li Changan used a charm to suppress the ghost, so as not to startle the snake.

Without rushing in, he bent down and slowly dived nearby.

Through the broken windows, you can see the candles lighting in the house. Under the swaying candlelight, a thin figure sat behind the door.

He seemed to be holding a notebook in his hand, holding a pen, as if he was writing something, but he was holding his chest and bowed back, his expression was dull, and he occasionally recovered his senses, only to make such a stroke.

Looking around, Li Chang'an's pupils shrank slightly. The wall he thought was eroded and blackened by wind and rain was actually squirming slightly. Look more carefully, where is the wall, it is clearly a thick layer of insects!

On the walls, the ground, and the ceiling, the black swarms of insects were slowly creeping.

This amount is too much!

Li Changan retreated and secretly measured.

"Call the police?"

No, on the one hand, for fear of long nights and dreams, on the other hand, the presence of the police is fearful.

He grabbed a dead grass, rubbed it unconsciously, and the debris fell on his fingertips.

This... Li Chang'an turned his mind. The weather has been dry recently, and the garbage truck left by the environmental sanitation is piled up with a lot of dry leaves on the side of the road just now.

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If he meets again, Li Changan will find that Bai Xiuye ​​has become even thinner than a few hours ago.

On his body, it seemed that there was no fat, flesh, and the like, and only bones were left under his skin.

Being thin like this, it is no different from a skeleton, and he can't make any expressions.

He just sat blankly, like a statue that would collapse at any moment.

"Woo."

Suddenly, whistles came from outside the house.

"got windy?"

He slowly raised his head, his movements as slow as a dead old man.

"Kang Dang!"

But then, the strong wind broke through the wooden planks blocking the door, swarming in with a large number of burning leaves. In the whistling, it looked like a fire dragon dancing wildly.

Only then did Bai Xiuye ​​wake up from his lifeless state, he picked up a bony flute. In the sharp sound of the flute, the insect swarms agitated and lined up to stop the "fire dragon".

But as soon as they approached, all the insects turned into headless flies, snarled away, and scorched by the flames, they were left as insect corpses.

"This is?!"

The young man holding the sword suddenly appeared in Bai Xiuye's mind.

"Bai Xiuye!"

With a stern shout, the gust of wind rolled back, and the fire dragon split.

The room full of leaves was burning and flying, Li Changan stepped out of the fire, his sword shining brightly.

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He stopped drinking to inform his opponent that he had arrived.

Li Changan had no words anymore, in other words, the sword was his words.

He straightened his sword.

Bai Xiuye ​​seemed to be deterred by Jian Feng, and did not move in a daze.

The long sword penetrated his heart without hesitation.

wrong!

Li Changan was not happy, but his expression changed slightly.

The sword pierced too easily, not like piercing the delicate and tight flesh, on the contrary, it felt like piercing something with loose structure.

He suddenly raised his head, but he saw Bai Xiuye's eyes furiously and his mouth opened, but there were no eyeballs in his eyes and no teeth and tongue in his mouth.

But listen to the humming sound.

A large number of green flies suddenly rushed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and even where the sword was torn.

Li Changan withdrew and retreated quickly.

At the same time, the gust of wind entrained the flames.

The burnt smell in the air added a bit more.

The swarm of flies was blocked by the fire, and Li Changan was about to go around to find Baixiu. Suddenly, I felt heavy on the sword.

He looked sideways.

A few big snakes fell from the gap in the ceiling, and they were falling on the sword.

Although he was cut **** by the blade, he still entangled the blade, and opened the mouth of the snake to bite it.

Li Chang'an shook his wrists and was about to shake them away.

Suddenly.

The "buzzing" sounded loudly, and a huge blow fly rushed out of the flames.

The distance is too short, and under the entanglement of the serpent, it is too late to dodge or use the sword.

Li Changan didn't turn his head back, pointing his other hand into a sword, and pierced it when he raised his hand.

The "hum" stopped immediately.

He didn't know when he picked up a small sword at his fingertips, and he had already penetrated the big fly with one sword!