The sound of tinkling echoed in the hall. When the ghost fell heavily to the ground, he could no longer maintain his balance and fell sideways.
There were few joints in his body that could be controlled by him. Dark iron chains as thick as thumbs were wrapped around his entire body, wrapping this poor ghost like a dumpling.
What’s even more special is that there are many yellow notes vaguely stuck on the surface of the iron chain, and sealing talismans are written on them with bright red cinnabar.
"Do you think a trick like this can lock me up?" The ghost's voice was trembling, and he was extremely angry in his heart.
"Whoever locked you up is done? I'm going to kill you!" Holding the other end of the chain, Xu Zhe closed his eyes and breathed in and out several times, expanding the spiritual energy and compressing it into his body. The powerful spiritual pressure that was almost like a demon made the arrogant ghost look puzzled.
"Is this the level that a human can achieve? The spiritual energy can actually cause me to 'resonate'... Is this why Yaqi values him?" The ghost gradually understood why Yaqi did not stop him from touching his favorite toys alone.
Because he believed that his toys had the ability to resist or even kill him...
"Let's begin..." Xu Zhe imitated the ghost's posture and started to spin, pulling the more than three-meter-long iron chain.
The ghost tied at the other end had no power to fight back at all. The pulling force dragged his body into the air, threw it to a height of five meters, and fell vertically like a shot put.
He took a deep breath and concentrated his mind, tightly grasping the large peach wood sword that had accompanied him all the way.
"Ah!" A roar led to a powerful impact, and a heavy sword hit the falling ghost's back. Xu Zhe seemed to hear the sound of breaking bones.
The ghost wrapped in iron chains really crashed through the wooden window like a ball and flew out of the building.
It seemed as if the battle was over, Haozi and Wu Qian quickly surrounded them.
"You scared me to death. I thought you were going to be killed just now." Haozi said thankfully, breaking into a cold sweat for Xu Zhe.
"Are you okay? Go to the hospital for a check-up." Wu Qian was more worried.
But Xu Zhe said nothing, his eyes fixed on the window where the ghost was knocked out.
"What's wrong with you?" Wu Qian was the first to notice Xu Zhe's abnormality.
"Go... Leave as fast as you can... Don't worry about the civilians, and don't worry about me... Never come back, never stop..." Xu Zhe's voice was very low, and only a few people around him could barely hear it.
"What exactly do you want?" Haozi didn't understand what Xu Zhe wanted to express.
“That guy… that guy is being forced to show his true colors… I may… maybe even I can’t stop him…” Apart from Yaqi, this is the second person that can make Xu Zhe worried.
It seems that the title of "God" is not just that.
The evil aura in the air alone was like a pair of invisible hands strangling one's throat, making one suffocate.
What's even more terrifying is that it is still in the state of being sealed by itself, which means that only a small part of it has seeped out.
"If I die... tell the boss to let him go to the top of Mount Zhongnan... he will understand what I mean..." After saying that, regardless of the puzzled looks from those around him, Ben Xuzhe ran out of the window.
There were only two bewildered people left in the huge hall...
The bright sunshine shines on the earth, and the gentle breeze blows the branches around. The rustling sound is like someone's whisper...
The Yellow Crane Tower is located on the Snake Mountain, where "the turtle and snake lock the river", but it does not mean that this is the only lonely tower on the Snake Mountain.
Behind the building is a large square with snow-white foundation stones that look like they are made of jade.
A few years ago, in order to celebrate the millennium, a huge ancient bell with a diameter of three meters was erected in the middle of this square. Whenever the bell rings, the rich and vicissitudes of life notes are like a low song that can be sung for hundreds of miles and finally drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city.
These are the things that tourists like to study and appreciate.
For Xu Zhelai, the figure standing in front of the big clock is the one that truly makes him "care".
There was no need for any confirmation. The huge square had been completely cleared before he entered the pavilion. Now only the ghost entangled by the sealing chains would appear here.
Without the usual bickering and talkativeness, both the ghost and Xu Zhe were unexpectedly quiet.
The two of them just looked at each other from a distance, and the ghost tried his best to release the energy on his body, and birds and beasts within a hundred miles were frightened. Even people with slow inspiration would feel abnormally dizzy and nauseous, and their limbs would be weak.
But Xu Zhe is different. He tries hard to condense every bit of spiritual energy to prevent any waste. This is the only thing he can rely on now.
The distance was only a hundred meters, but because of the ups and downs of the stairs, it took Xu Zhe a while to reach the ghost.
The distance between them was no more than five meters, and even the slightest changes in their eyes were visible to each other.
Maybe I am too focused, or maybe I don’t care at all.
On a thick branch of a pine tree, neither far nor near, sat Yaki's subordinate, who was wearing a kimono.
The boy held a clever DV in his hand, as if he was enjoying the most interesting stage play.
Back in Yaqi's office, the busy chairman put down all the work at hand.
Wearing delicate wireless headphones, leaning back on a comfortable sofa, watching the wonderful "live broadcast" on TV.
"Sir, do you really think Xu Zhe can survive the ghost?" The boy expressed his confusion in the wireless headphones.
"Actually, I'm not too sure, but that's why it's worth watching now. A movie with a known ending won't have much appeal..." Yaqi slowly poured himself a glass of red wine and enjoyed it.
"My lord... if the ending is not what you expected, do you need my help?" The boy asked softly, not wanting his master to have any regrets.
"No need. Don't forget that we are the audience. No matter what the ending is, we just need to accept it. If Xu Zhe dies, just regard it as a 'tragedy'..." He took a sip of the wine in the glass, which tasted bitter.