The air became increasingly sticky, and even Li Hongyu, whose perception was not as sharp as Chen Ling's, felt a little cold.
A thin black mist rose from the ground, like a pair of sharp claws waiting in the air for an opportunity to move. Once you touch them, you will be grabbed tightly.
The black fog spread in the forest, filling every corner.
At this time, a strange noise suddenly came from the woods in the southeast direction. It was a weird cry. Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat and he rushed into the woods while saying "I'll go and take a look."
Li Hongyu was about to follow when he heard a cry from the west. He was stunned for a moment, remembering what Chen Ling had said on the way up the mountain just now, that there were six yellow father ghosts distributed in different locations on the mountain.
East, west, and south, this layout seems to be intended to encircle the target.
He said, "I'll go check out the woods to the west!"
Jiang Yu was indifferent to the various strange phenomena in the mountains. He nodded when he heard it, and continued to walk leisurely in the direction where Chen Ling left.
Li Hongyu frowned as he looked at the man's back. This man was more powerful than he had imagined. First he shook the mountains and moved the trees, and now he was causing chaos in the nearby mountains and forests just by himself.
He believed that Jiang Yu's words just now were not just flirting with Chen Ling, but that he could really catch Huang's father's ghost.
Although Junior Master and Master had told him to pay more attention to this man, he hesitated now. Jiang Yu usually never showed off his abilities, probably to hide his strength and not want others to know too much... It is a crime to possess a treasure, and once this strength is revealed, will it bring him trouble
Li Hongyu ran and thought at the same time, and finally decided to conceal what happened today for the time being.
Chen Ling followed the sound and walked forward. The trees around him became more and more dense and lush, with intertwined branches all over his head.
He could feel that Huang Fu's ghost should be very close to him.
He tightened the cursed whip in his hand, concentrated his mind, quickened his pace, and suddenly a sound of wind sounded in his ears.
He whipped him with his backhand.
A yellow shadow passed by his right hand side and finally stopped on a tree.
The tree was already withered, its trunk riddled with holes from insects and ants, and the gray-black bark made the yellow father ghost's skin look even paler. The child-sized monster was lying on the tree with its limbs tightly attached, its head lowered and its mouth wide open.
Chen Ling would not give him the chance to giggle. He turned his wrist and the tail of the cursed whip with a red tassel cut through the air, almost touching the tip of Huang Fugui's chin.
He dodged angrily, but his movements were not very agile, as if he was injured.
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and discovered that Huang Fugui's left foot was missing a piece of flesh, revealing white bones.
The ancestors didn't even do it themselves, but they were able to give this thing a solid layer of skin, which was really amazing! Chen Ling took the opportunity to take out a piece of talisman paper, crumpled it into a ball, and placed it on the slingshot that Wu Weiwei had made for him last time.
Huang Fugui knew what he wanted to do, endured the pain, and tried his best to move quickly.
His speed was so fast that with the naked eye, one could only barely see a little yellow afterimage of his tail.
Chen Ling simply closed his eyes and used his mind to see. After he finished reciting the spell to immobilize the body, the talisman paper in the leather bag of the slingshot was also ejected.
With a clang, Huang Fu Ghost fell from mid-air.
The immobilization spell did not hit him, it just hit him once, and the effect would not last long. Chen Ling was afraid that he would run away, so he quickly stood up and ran over.
Before the person arrived, he swung the whip in his hand first, but missed.
The ghost of Huang's father stared at the young man in the woods sinisterly, and pulled out a chain from the sleeve of his yellow clothes. The chain became longer and longer, and he grabbed it in his hand and threw it to the ground with force.
The clanging sound was so loud that Chen Ling subconsciously covered his ears. The next second, several black shadows flashed around him. They were evil spirits summoned from the valley.
Only then did Chen Ling realize that the painful roars from the foot of the mountain had ended without him noticing, and the ghostly fires that could be vaguely seen through the woods had also disappeared.
Huang Fugui cunningly retreated to a safe area, and moved the chain in his hand. The sharp hooks instantly pierced into the shoulders of the evil ghosts. As he swung the chain again, the evil ghosts flew up, forming a hexagon made of chains.
Chen Ling was locked in the formation but was not panicked. He calmly looked at the black mist rising from the ground. They had already climbed up the evil ghost's feet like vines.
Huang's father ghost followed his gaze, cried out in surprise, gritted his teeth and pulled the chain.
But what surprised him was that the evil ghosts, who were usually obedient, seemed to be stuck to the ground and could not be pulled away!
Huang Fugui turned around and tried to run, but he found a whip on his waist. He didn't know when the whip came around, and when he found it, it seemed to have its own consciousness and tightened suddenly.
Just as he was about to launch a laughter attack, Chen Ling pulled him over and stuck an evil-breaking talisman into his open mouth.
As soon as the talisman paper touched his tongue, black, foul-smelling smoke immediately emerged from his mouth.
Chen Ling tightened the whip and said viciously: "Try to laugh again."
How could Huang's father ghost even laugh? His tongue, throat, and oral cavity walls were all burned by the talisman paper, and even the monkey head inside was not spared.
Chen Ling quickly grabbed his scratching arms, pushed them onto his back, and trapped them together with the remaining curse whip.
The runes on the curse whip also took effect, and the sound of sizzling mixed in the air, burning the clothes on Huang Fugui's body. The festering flesh fell down along with the pieces of cloth.
Looking at the grinning but silent Huangfu ghost, Chen Ling was certain that it was just as his ancestors had said, that Huangfu ghost was not only fast in running and able to hide, but his laughter technique was also quite terrifying.
But when all three were gone, he was like a powerless child, able to be slaughtered at will.
Chen Ling gripped the whip handle tightly and pulled up Huang Fugui, who was rolling on the ground in pain. He turned around and saw Jiang Yu standing behind a big tree.
The man didn't know how long he had been there. When the young man noticed him, he curled his lips slightly and pointed his chin at the unable to move evil spirits. "The ghost messenger will be here soon. Leave them here. I will take you to catch the Taoist priest."
Chen Ling stared at the face for a while, then said with a smile, "Okay."
He covered the body of Huang Fu's ghost with immobilizing talismans, took back the cursed whip, and was about to leave when another ancestor appeared.
He seemed not to notice the person next to the young man who looked exactly like him, and said to Chen Ling calmly, "Come here."
Chen Ling glanced at the man next to him, then at the man in front of him, pursed his lips, leaned over, grabbed the other's sleeve with his fingers, and seemed to want to say something.
Jiang Yu, who appeared later, had a look as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to chop off the young man's hand that was holding someone else. He moved his body and disappeared out of thin air, and the next second he was already in front of Chen Ling.
Just as he was about to make a move, the young man opposite him suddenly winked at him.
Without warning, Chen Ling quickly wrapped the whip around Jiang Yu's neck and pulled hard. With a snap, his head fell off.
After the head fell to the ground, it returned to its paper-mache state.
There were crude eyes and a mouth painted on the white face.
Chen Ling curled his lips. The painting was too ugly. It was far from the old ancestor! Thinking of his behavior just now, he quickly hugged Jiang Yu's arm and said, "I knew he was a fake. His voice is not as nice as yours, and his tone is not like yours."
Jiang Yu glanced at the head on the ground, drew a talisman on the center of the eyebrows of the paper head with his fingertips, and the fire that was about to ignite was immediately extinguished.
As if to vent his anger, he kicked the paper head away, grabbed the young man's hand that had just grabbed the paper man's arm, and wiped it hard.
He admitted that he was indeed very angry when he first saw the young man and recognized the wrong person, but such things could not be said out loud, so he just had to keep it to himself.
Jiang Yu said in a muffled voice, "I know."
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of anything except that his ancestors would get jealous. He squatted down and picked up the paper head. Because of the spell planted on it, it did not turn back into a small paper man like before.
Jiang Yu still felt that the brain was an eyesore, so he reached out to take it, held the young man's fingers in his hand, and rubbed his fingertips with his thumb and index finger, as if there was something dirty on them.
Chen Li looked down at his fingers and sighed quietly, "Touch me however you want, just don't get angry."
He asked, "Is it Qing Tanzi who did this again?"
"There is no evil spirit on the paper man. It was still folded by the ghost Huang." Jiang Yu took apart the paper head with one hand, revealing a little bright red bloodstain on the inside. He tore that piece off, and hellfire rose up. The moment the blood spot was burned, blood gushed out from the small red spot and dripped onto the ground.
He did not choose to burn other parts of the paper man, but closed his eyes, opened them a moment later and said: "The person is nearby."
Chen Ling was stunned for half a second before he reacted and immediately summoned the Wutong God.
After hearing the request to track down the evil path, Wutongshen fled immediately. However, Jiang Yu seemed leisurely. Under Chen Ling's surprised gaze, he actually bent down and picked up the paper man's body lying on the ground.
Seeing his fingertips flying, he quickly tore the paper figure apart, tearing it into seven-inch-tall little paper figures one after another. Chen Ling asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
Jiang Yu: "I'll teach you how to make soldiers out of paper. Remember the spell first."
The teaching work was carried out unexpectedly. Before Chen Ling could react, he heard the man chanting: "Xu Xu Ling Ling, Tai Shang Yu Qing, help the poor and the needy, cut paper into soldiers, three souls return to the left, seven spirits return to the right, quickly get up and obey my orders."
Chen Ling quickly repeated it.
Jiang Yu casually picked up a paper figurine and stuffed it into the young man's hands, then covered the smaller hands with his hands and continued, "Emperor Taiwei, guards the alchemy room, creates weapons and armor, drives away evil and assists the righteous, spreads Yang and harmonizes the body, restores the Huangting, uses the power of the Heavenly Talisman to shock the swords and weapons."
Chen Ling could only feel the chest against his back burning hot. He forced himself to calm down and repeated the words without missing a single one.
The next second after the words fell, the paper man floated out from his fingertips and fell to the ground, instantly swelling up into a strip, becoming an adult man without facial features.
It is not so easy to succeed in the art of cutting paper into soldiers. Chen Ling knows that this paper man can be given a soul and temporarily become a human being because of Jiang Yu's power. What he just recited was just a simple spell. The real process should be much more complicated.
But even with such a complicated technique, the man could succeed just by performing it casually.
"You've done well, but you still need to work harder. When you go back, go to a quiet room and prepare paper, pen, and cinnabar. Practice for 49 days and you will succeed." Jiang Yu stroked the top of the young man's head with one hand as if praising him, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then, he waved his hand in the air and uttered a powerful "rise" in a sharp voice. All the paper figures that had been torn into perfunctory shapes grew up and stood up in an orderly manner.
Chen Ling's eyes lit up, and although he said nothing, he was thinking silently in his heart, "My ancestor is so handsome."
Jiang Yu's chest swelled up at the young man's admiring eyes, as if a ball of soft cotton was stuffed in it. Noticing that his ears seemed to be burning, he coughed lightly, but with a proud smile on his lips, "Let's go, catch the person first."
Chen Ling's face turned red. He felt a little embarrassed to hold hands in front of the evil ghost and Huang's father ghost. Even his voice became weak: "What about them?"
"The ghost will be here soon." Jiang Yu didn't say anything and pulled the young man away.
In a place that Chen Ling couldn't see, a dark light flashed in the man's eyes, and the lines on his face were very tense. Someone repeatedly pretended to be him and intended to hurt his fiancé. This was absolutely intolerable. A little hellfire burned in his palm as his emotions fluctuated, but it was extinguished in a flash because of the young man's sharp eyes.
Jiang Yu asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Chen Ling looked at the man's expression carefully, shook his head and said it was nothing, but he felt strange in his heart. He just clearly felt a very strong murderous aura with a sharp edge emanating from the old ancestor.
How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye
There was a rustling sound around, which was the sound of the paper people moving. They seemed to know where the person they wanted to catch was, and they walked faster than Chen Ling and Jiang Yu. But soon, the paper people stopped.
It was so quiet that there was not even the sound of wind, as if the entire space was covered by an invisible glass cage, isolating it from everything outside.
Chen Ling smelled danger, took out a talisman paper and held it in his hand. Just as he was about to lift his foot and move forward, he encountered resistance on the instep and could not lift it.
Looking down, he saw a hand emerging from the ground and grabbing his foot.
He didn't need to do anything himself, Jiang Yu had already pulled out the thing hidden underground. It was a yellow ghost. He was wearing yellow clothes, his body was so thin that he was almost deformed, and he laughed when he opened his mouth.
Chen Ling slapped him on the face, knocking his head off balance. Then he did the same thing to the Huangfu ghost, stuffing the evil-breaking talisman into his mouth.
Jiang Yu let it go, squatted down, put one knee on the ground, and put his five fingers on the ground.
The soil began to shake, and the negative energy that had returned to the bottom rolled out, spreading in all directions. Soon, it captured another yellow father ghost.
These two are not as big as the one we subdued before. I guess that one should be the so-called ancestor.
The capture of Huang Fugui does not mean the end of the matter, on the contrary, it is just the beginning.
The sky darkened again, and the shadows of the surrounding trees also turned black, like monsters with bared fangs and claws. Under the cover of the dim light, they hid behind the tree trunks one by one and walked out.
Jiang Yu said: "There is a key to the paper figurine technique, and that is to add a ghost-suppressing talisman to the paper figurine. If not, the paper figurine will turn from good to evil and do evil things."
Chen Ling looked around and realized that these people had not been given the ghost-suppressing talisman. Now that they all appeared, they probably wanted to ambush him in the woods and cut him into pieces.
He raised his head and shouted, "Qing Tanzi, your fellow apprentice brother committed crimes for money and has done many evil things. He deserves to die."
These words seemed to have angered the person manipulating the situation. As soon as the last word fell, the frozen paper figures immediately pounced forward.
Chen Ling was not in a hurry, and he had the leisure to say to the man: "Brother Jiang, let me practice."
With his ancestor's skills, every move would kill a bunch of people, so how could he practice fighting monsters
Jiang Yu was obviously reluctant, his lips were pursed, and after a while he stood aside with his hands behind his back, but his eyes never left the young man. If there was any accident, he would rush over at the first moment.
Chen Ling dodged an attack from a paper man and quickly took out a talisman from his bag.
Since the ghost-suppressing talisman is missing, he can help to replace it.
He held the talisman between his fingertips, bent down to avoid an arm swinging at him, and the moment he stood up, he pulled out a piece of talisman and stuck it on the back of the paper man.
In comparison, his counterattack was much milder than that of the paper soldiers torn out by Jiang Yu.
The paper soldiers were simple and brutal, tearing up the paper figures violently when they came across them, just like their masters. The torn paper figures did not die immediately, but continued to move. To be on the safe side, the paper soldiers chewed the scraps of paper into their stomachs.
Chen Ling: “…”
Your ancestor is worthy of being your ancestor. The paper man he created is so ferocious.
At this moment, the face of the paper figurine suddenly turned into that of Chen's mother. Chen Ling was distracted, and the machete in the other party's hand immediately chopped down. The sharp blade brushed past his shoulder, cutting a long cut in the cloth on his shoulder.
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Ling's forehead. He gritted his teeth, kicked forward, grabbed the opponent's arm with one hand, and with the five fingers of the other hand, pierced the paper man's chest, passed through, and directly grasped the paper on the back of the paper man in his hand, and took it out from the hole in the front of the chest.
He held the talisman and chanted: "The Yellow God has given orders, Yue Zhang has given orders, destroy the evil and exterminate the demons, do not avoid the evil spirits, hurry up and obey the orders!"
As the spell was cast, the talisman was pasted on the paper man's forehead.
With a swish, the talisman fire started burning and wrapped the paper man's face. After the facial features were burned back to their original state, the red talisman fire spread down along the neck.
These paper figures only have evil hearts and no concept of life and death. Their hacking and killing are vicious and cruel, and they almost don't care about their lives.
Chen Ling was nearly hit in the vitals by the tip of the knife several times. He stopped to catch his breath, waved at Jiang Yu who wanted to step forward, and swung the whip with his backhand, directly chopping off a paper man's head and dropping it to the ground.
A paper soldier nearby looked like he was starving. He immediately squatted down and started tearing up the white paper to eat.
Chen Ling: “…”
He took a breath. His body was very tired but his spirit was extremely excited. He swung out one whip after another and almost every whip hit the target. It only took him half an hour to go from being sluggish in the beginning to being able to hit the target every time.
The number of paper people became fewer and fewer, and the grass was littered with white scraps of paper and the crawling bodies of paper people.
Everything in front of us tells those on the battlefield that victory is in sight.
But before he could be happy, the scraps of paper merged into one, and Chen Ling's evil-breaking talisman flew out and hit nothing. Immediately afterwards, the paper man slowly changed, growing facial features and sharp fingertips, with countless festering human faces embedded in his body.
This is not about fabricating a fictitious soul and temporarily attaching it to a paper figure. This is about directly summoning ghosts and forcibly squeezing them into a body!
Those faces had their mouths open, roaring as if in pain or excitement, and without exception, all of their eyes were staring straight at Chen Ling.
Jiang Yu warned: "Be careful."
Before Chen Ling could nod, many paper men rushed towards him, their fingertips stretched out dozens of meters and directly pierced into the tree trunk behind him.
With a creaking sound, the tree as thick as a bowl fell straight backwards.
Chen Ling raised his hand and chopped down hard. The nails, which he thought were very hard, broke brittlely.
Before he could stand up straight, a tongue stretched out from the mouth of a ghost face, carrying black sticky liquid, and tried to insert directly into his eyes!
"Fuck!" He couldn't help but curse loudly, raised his hand to grab that wet tongue and pulled it hard.
The tongue was broken in the middle and black blood splattered all over.
The ghost face screamed in pain, causing the other faces crowded around him to become even more frantic. They controlled the paper figures to hack and kill like crazy, not even sparing a few of their own paper figures that had not been torn yet and were just about to get up.
The paper man has no sense of pain, and as long as the caster has magic power, he can continue to fight.
Unlike living people, Chen Ling was chased all over the forest and soon he was exhausted and wanted to stick out his tongue. He turned around and hugged a big tree, using his hands and legs to climb up quickly.
The clothes were rolled up by the rubbish from the tree bark, revealing a fair and slender waist. The hips were raised high due to the climbing action, forming an attractive line with the depression on the waist.
Jiang Yu's mouth was dry and he looked away.
Chen Ling was so focused on climbing the tree that he didn't care about his posture or whether he was exposing any skin. He stretched out his arms with all his strength and grabbed a horizontal branch. His legs immediately detached from the trunk, and he curled up and wrapped his legs around it tightly, hanging his body upside down steadily.
Jiang Yu happened to turn around and was about to remind him something when he saw the young man's exposed belly.
The clothes were hanging upside down and were about to continue to slide down. A condensed Yin energy burst out from Jiang Yu's fingertips, like a small hook, hooking the young man's clothes back.
That was not enough, in order to avoid further exposure, I tucked his T-shirt into his waistband.
Chen Ling was speechless. Just as he was about to say that the binding was too tight and his body was tense, he saw several paper figures suddenly jump up.
A face covered in blood came up and opened its mouth to bite his nose!
Jiang Yu reminded: "These ghosts were temporarily condensed and have not merged with each other. The vital point is in the middle of the top of the head."
Chen Ling hurriedly pulled the slingshot, and a ball of talisman paper jumped straight into the mouth of the ghost face. While the other party fell back to the ground, he quickly turned the slingshot over and pulled out a piece of evil-breaking talisman to wrap the peach wood of the slingshot handle.
At the moment when the multi-faceted paper man jumped up again and tried to bite him, the handle of the peach wood slingshot was stabbed down with force.
He quickly recited the spell to break the evil, speaking at a rapid speed.
After seven times, those ghost faces peeled off from the paper figures and returned to the state of complete souls. Jiang Yu's aura increased sharply, and countless ropes condensed from yin energy locked those souls tightly.
The hellfire burned along the ropes, and the ghosts screamed in pain.
The sound was harsh and unpleasant, echoing throughout the mountains and forests. Chen Ling discovered that most of them were wearing traditional costumes of the village, but they did not look like the villagers who had died in the valley and were burned by the fire.
After a brief pause, he realized that they were most likely the outsiders who had been forced to be sacrificed alive by the villagers and harmed by Huang's father's ghost over the years!
There was a rustling sound from the front, and a man slid down from a tall tree, holding his chest and running forward desperately.
Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chain flew out of thin air from his hand and flew straight behind the man.
One end of the chain had a sharp hook that easily pierced the man's shoulder and back. As the owner of the chain suddenly pulled back, the chain immediately dragged the man backwards.
A goatee and a burn scar on the right side of his face... Chen Ling saw the other person's appearance and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
It’s Qingtanzi!