The spell seal on Ming Po's body was far stronger than what Yu Wenhao and the others had imagined, and they didn't know how many times stronger. They tried their best, but they couldn't shake the seal a little bit, so they had to give up in the end.
Even if they are unwilling, they still have more than enough energy to do what they can't do, so they can only pin their hopes on that mysterious little girl who is looking good and chanting curses.
Ming Street, which was still full of battles, became extremely quiet at this moment.
Time passed by every minute.
Accompanied by the red charms constantly floating out of Murong Xing's mouth, the gloomy greenery and smell of rotting corpses around him gradually began to dissipate as if they had been purified.
Time is short or not, long or not.
About an hour later, the chanting in Murong Xing's mouth finally stopped abruptly.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it.
Yu Wenhao and the others, who had almost exhausted their patience, looked at the seal on Ming Po's body that had been covered with red light, with nervousness and anticipation in their eyes.
One minute…
three minutes…
eight minutes...
A full ten minutes passed, not to mention the slightest sign of the seal being broken, even Murong Xing remained silent.
She was like a small sculpture, sitting there motionless.
Mu Ziye, who had been standing by the side all the time, squatted down worriedly, and looked at her little face hidden under the cloak.
The little girl's fair face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the long eyelashes on the eye sockets were soaked, and Yin Taohong's small mouth also faded into a pale pink tone. People are so tired.
Mu Ziye took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, and called out in a rare and gentle tone: "Little one?"
This soft call finally made Murong Xing move.
She still closed her eyes and gave a low "hmm".
Her nasal voice was muffled, which made Mu Ziye's heart soften inexplicably.
His movement of wiping her sweat lightly and softly, softly: "Little one, wake up?"
The little girl was silent again.
Mu Ziye thought she was tired, so she didn't bother her again.
But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl crawling with her little hands, bit by bit getting into the little cloth bag on her body.
She took out a bunch of candied haws and stuffed them into her mouth without any explanation.
Perhaps it was the magic power of the candied haws, the little girl's tired face was finally stained with sweetness again, and she was still somewhat satisfied after eating the candied haws.
What kind of ghost is this
Mu Ziye fixed his eyes in disbelief.
Murong Xing suddenly opened his eyes.
Her eyes are like two black pearls, big and round, the bottom of the dark pupils seem to have been moistened by the spring rain, clean and bright.
Mu Ziye, who was in awe, caught off guard into her bright eyes, and even more so caught off guard and sat down on the ground.
"Big brother, I'm fine." A bunch of candied haws entered his mouth, and Murong Xing returned to his usual sweet and pleasant appearance.
Mu Ziye, who did not change his expression before Mount Tai collapsed, under her playful eyes, something seemed to stir up his heart, causing him to be in a turmoil.
Almost without thinking, he picked up the veil in his hand, and covered the face of the cute little girl who was still winking at him: "Okay, get up quickly."
The movement of him getting up from himself carried a trace of imperceptible panic.
He just got up, and the little girl sitting on the ground pulled off the veil on her head and stretched out her hand to him.
"Big brother, I can't get up."
The big eyes are blinking, smart and lively, but very cute.
Mu Ziye's calm mind was disturbed again.
Almost hooked the soul.
... Sin!
He gritted his teeth, turned his head away, but still stretched out his hand involuntarily, and helped the little girl up from the ground.
At this time, Mu Ziling and Long Xiaoyu approached.
Long Xiaoyu glanced at Murong Xing, then his eyes fell on the green-to-red charm on Po Ming's body, and he looked at it quietly.
Mu Ziling handed Murong Xing a water bag: "How is it?"
Murong Xing took the water bag, raised his head and drank a few sips of water, and said, "This old woman has a ghost physique. Now that the curse has weakened, she must be broken quickly, otherwise she will be resurrected."
Yu Wenhao, Ouyang Feiyu, and Chu Yao happened to come over, wanting to find out the situation.
They happened to hear Murong Xing's words, and they were all shocked, and they were even more curious about this little girl who looked a little strange.
As a result, three scrutinizing eyes cast towards Murong Xing one after another.
As if protecting a calf, Mu Ziye pulled Murong Xing's cloak forward to hide her face, and then pulled her away.
Chu Yao followed her for a while, and then turned to Mu Ziling curiously: "Who is that little girl? She has such a unique ability to unseal the seal?"
Mu Ziling glanced at him indifferently: "Do I know you?"
"I'm being rude." Chu Yao smiled, and hurriedly said, "Chu Yao, it's—"
Before he finished introducing himself, Mu Ziling ignored him, and she looked at Long Xiaoyu who was about to break the seal completely: "Want to help?"
Long Xiaoyu curled the corners of his lips, and said in a gentle tone: "No, just go away."
"Okay." Mu Ziling obediently responded, and left without looking sideways.
Sure enough, it was still that little fox with thorns all over his body, Ouyang Feiyu pursed his lips and chuckled secretly.
Mu Ziling, who was passing by, glanced faintly.
The corners of Ouyang Feiyu's mouth froze, and then he grinned again.
Mu Ziling looked back blankly and left.
How could Chu Yao, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, bear to be ignored by such a naked man
He clenched his fists, and his face turned gloomy.
It's okay to be ignored by Long Xiaoyu before, but now even a woman dares to ignore him!
Yu Wenhao, who had already been ignored by Mu Ziling for countless times, patted Chu Yao's shoulder reassuringly: "Brother Chu, don't make fun of yourself." This stinky girl is not something you can lick.
The last words, Yu Wenhao secretly slandered in his heart.
Seeing that Long Xiaoyu had already shot at the red charm, the three of them also retreated one after another in order to avoid being affected by the power he exploded later.
Long Xiaoyu suddenly raised his hand.
A dark golden circle of light formed in his palm shot towards the red talisman in an instant.
If you look carefully, the mysterious golden circle is like a miniature version of the Dragon Shadow Soul.
"Om—"
The soul of the dragon shadow and the red talisman collided with each other, and an ancient dragon chant hummed, piercing the sky.
The invisible majesty exploded in all directions.
The poor Yu Wenhao and the others who hadn't walked too far, just heard the sound, and before they could turn their heads to take a look, they were all shaken by the huge impact suddenly coming from behind, and flew forward without inertia.
When they regained their composure and turned their heads to look—
I saw that red talisman, together with Ming Po, all turned into powder under their eyes, floating in the air, lingering for a long time.
(end of this chapter)