Hearing the word "ghost", everyone felt hairy.
Still Hua Che and Chu Binghuan were indifferent.
"Zhongyuan Festival, the most yin-qi day in the year." Hua Che explained, "Whether people or demons, after death, the spirits will go to the ghost realm. The ghost realm is a place of lawlessness. They fight each other. On the seventh day, you can be reincarnated and step into reincarnation; on the contrary, if you are swallowed by other ghosts, if the ghosts want to escape from the ghost world to the world, they can only choose the day of July 15. Get out of the body, or you will take the house, otherwise the spirit body will not be able to survive in the world.”
Everyone was stunned when they heard it.
Hua Che: "A cultivator's soul and spiritual consciousness are a big boost for ghost cultivators. Zuo Qi is so unlucky, he just happened to meet a ghost cultivator who escaped from the ghost world."
"Then what..." Wen Yuan's mouth-opening boss was incomparably astonished, "Eighth Junior Brother, why do you know so much about Ghost Xiu?"
Hua Che was stunned, and then he suddenly realized that he had said too much. Facing the eyes of "you are suspicious" from all directions, Hua Che searched his stomach and searched for excuses: "Well, it's written in the book! Didn't you read it in Master's library?"
Murong Sa was really fooled: "What are you doing with that thing? I'm not a magician."
Hua Che said vaguely: "Know yourself and know your enemy and win a hundred battles, so there's no harm in taking a look."
"There are indeed records in the book about the second world of the devil, but how do you know how to survive in the ghost world for seven days?" See, or have been there, how did you know such details?"
Hua Che panicked when he was asked, Chu Binghuan was too sensitive and too difficult to fool.
However, Hua Che never suffers when he talks nonsense: "It's rare and strange, right? There are many unofficial records, and the secrets I know about the secrets are much more than what you know about ice cubes."
Chu Binghuan pursed her thin lips, and the look in her eyes was very complicated.
Hua Che looked at Lu Yao and the others: "What are you doing stunned? Do you have a ghost talisman?"
"Oh, yes." The Shangqing cultivator was covered in treasures, and Lu Yao scattered more than 20 ghost exorcism talismans in one breath.
Searching for Yin Qi all the way, the front foot entered the remote town, and there was a scream from the back foot.
Wen Yuan and Lu Yao rushed over with their swords in hand, and Murong Sa, not willing to be left behind, also went to join in the fun.
Hua Che and Chu Binghuan stayed where they were. From time to time, a loud noise was heard in the distance, and a black shadow burst out from the roof, followed by Wen Yuan, followed by Lu Yao.
Murong Sa shouted towards Hua Che: "Hurry up and stop him!"
From a distance, it was a shadow full of black energy, but when he got closer, it turned out to be a white bone.
Chu Binghuan rushed up before Hua Che moved. Hearing the Quanjian unsheathed, his anger broke through the sky. He thought he could cut the bones in the waist with a single sword, but he was blocked by the black qi.
Hua Che shouted: "Don't be careless, Ice Cube, he is at least a hundred years old!"
The Tao of Heaven is the most generous to humans, harsh to demons, and cruel to ghosts.
Demon cultivators, regardless of their level of cultivation or realm, experience a catastrophe every hundred years. If they are lucky, they can survive and continue their cultivation. Otherwise, they will be wiped out.
As for ghost repairs, monks are transformed after death, repairing their bones and blood for a hundred years, and repairing their flesh for a thousand years. They transcend tribulations once every ten years.
This ghost repair has already repaired the skeleton, and it can be seen that the repair is at least a hundred years old.
Chu Binghuan's sword energy swept across, and the body was unreasonably light, like a feather floating up, walking on the wind, rushing towards Hua Che.
The speed was so fast that Chu Binghuan was caught off guard. With a firm grip on his left hand, a long whip of golden light rose into the air. With all his strength, it passed through the black fog and slammed into the waist of the skeleton frame.
At the same time, Hua Che cast a spirit-locking spell and just hit the skull frame.
Chu Binghuan did not let go of the whip in order to prevent the Spirit Locking Spell from being difficult to control the ghost cultivator who had practiced the Tao for a hundred years.
In addition to Tingquan, Chu Binghuan also has a spiritual tool called Burning Soul.
It is made of dragon's beard and keel. Its body is golden and blazing like fire. It is just the opposite of Tingquan Sword, which is so clear and cold. One water, one fire, one ice and one flame.
Although the cultivation base is not as good as the skeleton frame, but with the spiritual tool in hand, it cannot escape.
It's just a skeleton ghost who can't speak and can only struggle desperately.
Hua Che asked, "You killed Zuo Qi?"
Ghost repair: "..."
"What's your name and what was your identity before you were alive?"
"… "
Hua Che put his hands on his hips: "Hey, hey, he can't speak and can write, but can't his claws be moved?"
The long nose followed and shouted: "What else do you have to say to it! I will bring it to Shangqing Xianmen and execute it in public!"
Ghost Xiu suddenly struggled violently, and the bones slammed into the burning soul, and tiny cracks appeared.
Hua Che was thoughtful.
After Murong Sa and the others came back, Hua Che looked at Wen Yuan and Lu Yao and said, "I think this ghost cultivator rejects you, so let me have a chat with him alone!"
"Ridiculous!" Long Nose objected first. "What are you talking about with it, and what are you talking about alone? What do you want to do?"
"Shut up." Murong Sa rolled his eyes at him, "You didn't catch it, we can do whatever we want, just hold back!"
Long nose: "You!"
Wen Yuan was also a little hesitant: "Eighth Junior Brother, is this... too dangerous?"
"It's tied up, it's not dangerous, no matter what he wants, can't I ask for help?" Hua Che said with a relaxed expression, "In order not to wrong others, we have to let him confess his guilt, right?"
"Confession? Why do you need to do this!" The long nose smoked, "Ghost cultivators deserve to die, even if there is no such thing as Zuo Qi, I and other immortal cultivators should get rid of every demon, and every ghost will be executed!"
"Mo Xiu is not all bloodthirsty people who kill innocent people indiscriminately. Some devil Xiu keeps his own feet and does not provoke anyone." Chu Binghuan, who was silent, suddenly spoke very seriously, as if he was declaring something.
He completely ignored everyone's astonished eyes, pushed Guixiu into a firewood room, and looked at Hua Che: "If there is any change, call me in time."
Chu Binghuan's mind of "the world is for the public" made Hua Che a little unable to react, and he was stunned before entering the firewood room.
Hua Che didn't ask immediately, but looked at Gui Xiu with bright eyes, full of incense sticks.
Then, Hua Che waved his hand to set up a Dao barrier, which could isolate the sound.
Continue to stare at the ghost repair.
Another stick of incense passed by. Seeing that Guixiu couldn't hold it in any longer, Hua Che suddenly said, "What's your name?"
Ghost Xiu leaned on the firewood and did not respond.
"My name is Hua Che, and I'm a disciple of Lingxiao Palace. I don't know how long you've been dead. Have you heard of this sect?"
There are no eyes, only two black holes, no joy, sorrow or joy. I don't know how long it took, Ghost Xiu raised his skeleton hand and wrote stroke by stroke in mid-air, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
A boy of sixteen or seventeen is actually not afraid of ghost repairs.
Although demons are vicious, they are at least beautiful in appearance, while ghost repairs are bloody and ugly.
It takes a hundred years to repair the bones, and then it takes a thousand years to repair the flesh. From the position of the heart, the blood and flesh are repaired bit by bit. The appearance is the same as being eaten by wild animals. There is a piece of meat there. Lack of meat is both terrifying and disgusting.
"What's scary."
The cold moonlight shone through the window and reflected in Hua Che's pure eyes, showing a cold awn.
"I've also been a ghost repairer."