The Exorcist

Just when Xiao Xia was overwhelmed by the accident, the skeleton suddenly twisted and sat up straight, with its weed-covered face facing Xiao Xia: "Why stop me!" It suddenly called.

Which one of them is a scholar ghost? !

Xiao Xia couldn't tell the difference, she just backed away in fright. But Ruan Zhan suddenly realized that no matter what, the scholar ghost could not be reunited with the beating skeleton in front of him, otherwise they would die without a whole body. So, regardless of the danger behind him, he stabbed the blood-wood sword into that heart without even thinking about it.

Skeleton screamed in pain and twisted violently, taking the blood and wood sword out of Ruan Zhan's hands. But Ruan Zhan took this opportunity to take a deep breath of oxygen, then took back the only charm that illuminated the bottom of the water, stuffed it in Xiao Xia's collar, and pointed hard. Xiao Xia was thrown out of the water and fell on the grass by the bank.

Ruan Zhan held his breath, stretched out his middle finger and drew a charm between his eyebrows, so that he could see things at the bottom of the dark river. He knew that he had to get the blood-wood sword back, otherwise he would die without a place to bury him, so he ignored the Taoist principle of 'stopping with stillness' and turned around to find the skeleton.

But the skeleton writhed so violently that it escaped from the stone box and swam frantically at the bottom of the river, wailing horribly, as if resisting the great pain. It tried to use the bones of both hands to pull out the blood-wood sword stuck in the heart, but as soon as it touched the hilt, it was burnt to pieces by the faint red light on the sword, and could only throw its body wildly in vain.

But this also made Ruan Zhan unable to retrieve the blood-wood sword. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from him, the extremely angry scholar ghost approached desperately from behind. the vortex that surrounds him.

"Give me your heart!" A trembling voice came from the depths of the water.

"Get it yourself if you have the ability!" He thought in his heart, knowing that it would hear it, and also knew that it would have no scruples. But he had to piss it off so he could buy himself a chance.

He miscalculated the situation.

He once thought that it was only divided into two parts, and as long as it didn't merge into one, he could win, but he didn't expect that the skeleton with a fresh heart was the largest part of its soul body left at the bottom of the river for cultivation. Only two of the three souls and seven souls were returned by Jing Ming. Fortunately, by mistake, they found the burial place of the scholar ghost who had never been seen before, and fortunately, other ghosts at the bottom of the water helped to bring Xiaoxia and the blood-wood sword to him, allowing him to destroy and destroy the ghost in time. The most powerful and most deliberate part of it, but also the weakest part because it is in the process of cultivation, has been reduced. But even so, he was unarmed and couldn't deal with the raging ghost, not to mention that his highest record of holding his breath was only close to the level of a professional athlete - five minutes.

These five minutes will determine his life or death, no matter what, he must fight with all his might!

Ruan Zhan turned around and slowly retreated to the back of the stone box, with his left hand still pointing straight at the dark place of the water to prepare for unexpected changes. When the scholar ghost saw that Ruan Zhan used his own territory as a cover, he became even more angry, turning into a huge water face and rushing towards Ruan Zhan, trying to swallow him in one go.

Ruan Zhan didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly drew a "seven-star bone talisman" and imprinted it directly on the seal of the evil water face, so that it would shatter into countless black sprays just as it was about to swallow him. But Ruan Zhan was not having a good time, the resistance of the water slowed down his speed, and his breath holding and previous injuries greatly reduced his spiritual power, which was already at a disadvantage, so he couldn't resist the tearing and beating of the water, and was suddenly crushed. It fell into the mud in the distance, and the stone box also fell sideways on his side. The many hairs in the stone box crawled out like black worms, which made people feel extremely itchy.

To make matters worse, he landed on the side of the skeleton that was still walking around. Although the blood and wood sword was still stabbing at it, the spiritual power of the skeleton was gradually disappearing, but Ruan Zhan didn't have any chance to breathe, and he had to face it immediately. The pair of pointed arms without palm bones pierced towards his body like daggers.

die! Let's die together!

Its impenetrable eye holes have impenetrable hatred, and its sharp jaws utter the final curse!

One foot, seven inches, three inches, one inch—Ruan Zhan saw that the bone dagger was about to pierce his chest, and he tried his best to recite the spell silently, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting blood on the skull.

The force of the skeleton's downward stabbing suddenly became lighter, but it hadn't been completely released yet. Ruan Zhan saw its snow-white skeleton gradually turn blood red, and then fell to the side, twitching and struggling as if being crushed by an invisible heavy object, and shattered into powder with a mournful cry!

And that strangely beating heart, although out of control at this time, has been absorbed by the blood wood sword's heat like dry black coal. It consciously swam forward for a few meters like a fish, and then stopped in the water waves. It exploded into flying ash with a 'bang' sound, and the blood-wood sword also slowly fell on the river bed.

Ruan Zhan wanted to swim over to get the blood-wood sword back, but the remaining two remaining souls among the three souls and seven souls of the scholar ghost finally regrouped. It wailed in despair and turned into a ferocious black hand. With soaring resentment and determination to perish together, it knocked down Ruan Zhan and pressed him face down in the mud.

die! Anyone who gets in my way will die!

It smiled sullenly, and pressed more force on Ruan Zhan's shoulder, intending to make him have no chance to resist.

At this moment, Ruan Zhan's breath had reached its limit, and the suffocation made him feel that death was approaching. But even at this point, he still didn't want to admit defeat, and didn't want to succumb to the oppression of the evil spirits. The perseverance factor in his personality made him gradually lose his mind, and he was still looking for even the most impossible opportunities!

Enduring the severe stabbing pain in his chest and head, he grasped and supported in the mud with his hands. Suddenly, his fingers touched a hard object, he subconsciously grasped the cold object like a sword hilt, and slashed at the pressure on his shoulder with his backhand!

After an earth-shattering roar, Ruan Zhan realized that what he was holding was a stone sword. The mantra on it had been polished by the water flow, but it still had incomparable restraint on the grieving ghost. He found the sword by accident, or it was God's will, which made the Xiucai ghost roll like a black cloud into the depths of the water, and disappeared in an instant. At this time, dozens of ghosts of various shapes appeared around him, standing or squatting, crying or laughing, and a red-clothed ghost like a newlywed was floating in the front with a little ghost in her arms.

Could this be a phantom seen by a dying man?

Ruan Zhan's consciousness became confused, and he squeezed out the last breath of air in his chest.

However, the feeling of drowning in his mind did not come, and the oxygen necessary for human beings suddenly poured into his painful lung lobes. He sucked in big mouthfuls, gasped violently, and then he found himself in a bubble, and all the ghosts stretched out their arms to him to support the world.

They saved him! It was the same as the protective bubble that appeared when Xiaoxia entered the river bottom.

"Thank you." He nodded, and understood the origin of these ghosts in an instant. Other words of thanks are superfluous, and he just silently recited a few incantations that his father used to lead the way and pray for the dead souls as a reward, "Let's go to their own places!" he said softly.

As the bubbles disappeared, he watched these poor dead souls gradually fade away, and for the first time, he felt a sense of comfort because of this incident. But this feeling didn't last long, he immediately picked up the blood-wood sword and began to dive, because he knew that the Xiucai ghost hadn't been completely wiped out, and Yue Xiaoxia was still on top.

At this time, Yue Xiaoxia on the shore was walking around the shore in panic and at a loss. Anyone with eyes can see that the bottom of the river is not calm, but even if she has eyes and her eyesight is not bad, she can't see the bottom of the river.

What happened to Ruan Zhan? Why not come out?

She has no psychic ability, but she also knows that Ruan Zhan's situation is not optimistic, and the skeleton with a heart is obviously a very unfavorable accident for them, otherwise Ruan Zhan would not waste the last talisman to send her out of the water come out.

His original intention might have been to let her escape first, but although she was cowardly, how could she despicably run away?

However, she had no choice but to endure the torment of waiting helplessly on the shore, as if she had been Ling Chi!

"Ruan Zhan! Ruan Zhan!" she yelled, ignoring the stillness of the night and the severe wind.

No one answered her, and the silence made her almost cry. However, just when she was desperately thinking that Ruan Zhan was in danger, Ruan Zhan, who was wearing a diving suit, emerged from the water and slowly crawled back to the shore.

He was seriously injured!

Xiao Xia hurriedly ran over to support Ruan Zhan, but she was stunned by the coldness of the tentacles, but she clearly remembered that even at the bottom of the water, he was still warm. While hesitating, Ruan Zhan slowly turned his face wearing diving goggles.

A face without facial features, only the edges and corners refracted by the moonlight on the mirror!

She stroked his face subconsciously, as if to confirm something, because this nihilistic horror is more frightening than hideous. But she didn't expect such a slight touch to make his head suddenly tilted to one side, and his neck drooped on his shoulders as if broken.

'He' is not Ruan Zhan!

Xiao Xia yelled, her instinctive reaction was to run, but a pair of ghost hands covered in mud had already firmly grasped her shoulders and moved towards her neck. It smiled strangely and wanted to strangle Xiao Xia to death, but when its claws touched Xiao Xia's neck, it was bounced away by the warm yellow light from her amulet.

"Nanwu Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" Xiao Xia yelled, remembering the Buddha's name that saved her from danger many times, and the ghost took a big step back in fright. She took the opportunity to turn around and run, but after only a few steps, the ghost suddenly blocked her way again. "He's dead! He's dead! You must die too!" it announced grimly.

Xiao Xia was stunned, the power in her heart was completely shattered by the sudden news, her desire to survive plummeted, and even the light of her amulet dimmed.

he died! Ruan Zhan is dead! She failed to save Li Jingming and even cost Ruan Zhan's life! It's all her fault! It's all her fault, what face does she have to live in this world? !

The ghost looked proudly at Xiao Xia's inner condemnation and despair, and suddenly another head popped out of his neck. This time it was the original appearance of the scholar ghost, with a sinister smile, and blood and maggots gushing out of the seven orifices.

Xiao Xia's eyes darkened and she passed out on the ground.

The ghost grinned grimly and stretched out its sharp claws, approaching the unknown Xiao Xia step by step, trying to dig out her heart, but the river behind him made a "huo" sound, which made it jump and turn around immediately, only to see Ruan Zhan The figure appeared on the water.

"How long are you going to pester me?" It hissed, asking such a very unnutritious and illogical question.

Ruan Zhan was wary of the move of the scholar ghost, and slowly walked ashore, "You shouldn't have killed so many people." He held a stone sword in his left hand and a blood-wood sword in his right, "So——we can only keep dying !"

"You will be the one who comes here!"

"I want to try!"

His firmness made the ghost realize that this is a deadly situation, so it tried to take advantage of Ruan Zhan's unsteady foothold to gain the upper hand, turning into a black wall to press down on Ruan Zhan. But Ruan Zhan could see that the remaining soul body was unable to do much after being injured by the stone sword at the bottom of the water, so he did not dodge, gritted his teeth and endured its strong oppressive force, and directly smashed the two swords together. Pierce into the center of the black wall.

That night, all the people living on the river bank were awakened at the same time by an indescribably terrifying cry. This unspeakable feeling made no one dare to come out to have a look. Only Ruan Zhan witnessed an ancient, tragic, and vile "story" being wiped out. sword.