Half of Ding Junyuan's shadow was hidden in the corridor, and the other half was curled up at his feet. Even so, it could be seen that the shadow had long hair.
After confirming his guess, Chen Ling picked up the orange peel that had been peeled into small pieces on the table and threw it at Wu Weiwei's feet.
When Wu Weiwei looked over, he chose an angle that Ding Junyuan couldn't see, made two "ones" with his hands in front of him, and then overlapped them front and back.
Wu Weiwei was totally confused and kept shaking his head.
Li Hongyu, who was standing closest to him, poked his lower back with the copper coin sword and silently mouthed, "Possessed by a ghost."
The upper body is not easy to deal with.
Most ghosts are afraid of sunlight and blazing yang energy, but when they get on top of a living person, the original yin energy on the living person becomes a favorable condition for them to merge with the body, and the yang energy becomes their protective umbrella.
If you use force to drive a ghost out of your body, it is likely to hurt the soul of the original owner.
Furthermore, if the person possessed by the ghost does not have a strong will, his soul will be easily devoured by the ghost and he will be completely possessed by the ghost.
By then, the living will become dead, and the evil ghosts will be reborn. Taking action in this situation will not be killing the evil ghosts, but killing people.
Wu Weiwei knew all the book knowledge by heart, but he didn't know what to do with it. He stood there like a fool, looking at Chen Ling and then at Li Hongyu.
Zhu Peng was completely unaware of all this. He was secretly delighted as he walked towards the door with the medicine box in his arms. At this time, Ding Junyuan had already retreated to the corridor and was hiding by the door, refusing to show up.
"Did you get it?" He spoke in a hoarse voice, looking at Zhu Peng with gloomy eyes and strong hostility.
Zhu Peng nodded, took the first step out and walked straight into the bathroom.
There was only one small window in the bathroom, and the light shining in through the window not only did not make the light better, but instead created an eerie and gloomy feeling.
Looking at the walls covered with black mold and the yellow tiles, Zhu Peng paused, inexplicably not daring to move forward. The rows of separated toilets seemed to be hiding a huge darkness, with shadows extending from the narrow cracks in the doors.
In the quiet space, at the washbasin on the left, the faucet that was obviously working properly turned on automatically, and the water changed from dripping water droplets to a smooth stream, which quickly filled the washbasin, overflowed onto the countertop, and spread from the countertop to the ground, coming straight towards him!
Zhu Peng screamed, his scalp tingling, and he shouted in panic: "Lao Ding, let's go!"
Ding Junyuan was like a puppet with its strings cut, his body bent weakly, his arms hanging at his sides, swaying back and forth with the movements of Zhu Peng's legs.
Realizing that something was wrong with the person in front of him, Zhu Peng subconsciously wanted to run away, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.
There was a "crunching" sound from Ding Junyuan's joints rubbing against each other. He raised his head and tilted it back exaggeratedly. Zhu Peng saw that his eyes had all turned white, and bloodshot was crawling out from his upper and lower eyelids, covering them all.
“Ghost…Ghost!” Zhu Peng screamed frantically and hid in the bathroom.
After finally getting around Ding Junyuan and running to the door, the other party somehow appeared behind him silently, pinched the back of his neck with cold fingers, and threw him out.
Zhu Peng fell into a cubicle and suffered new wounds on his body, but he did not bother to cry out in pain. He supported his dizzy head and stood up by holding the partition board.
When I looked up, Ding Junyuan, who was originally standing outside, was blocking the door.
Ding Junyuan's head was tilted at an impossible angle, and a new clay head grew out from the junction of his neck and shoulders.
Zhu Peng's eyes were wide open, his mouth open but he couldn't utter a single word, his heart was pounding against his chest, his ribs and nearby tendons were aching slightly, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack even if he didn't have one.
After Ding Junyuan took a step into the compartment, his head drooped down, as if he was waiting for his master's orders.
The clay head smiled slightly, and suddenly stretched out its nose to rub against Zhu Peng's cheek, then moved to his arm, gnawing at the solidified blood scabs with its teeth, tearing them off very slowly, bit by bit.
Zhu Peng's whole body convulsed in pain and a weak groan came from his throat. With trembling fingertips, he summoned the greatest strength and courage of his life, grabbed the head with both hands, and squeezed hard towards the center.
The clay sculpture was fragile to begin with, and soon cracks appeared. Deep grooves extended vertically from the corner of the forehead to the chin.
"I won, I won... I'm going to kill you..." Zhu Peng suddenly spoke, with unprecedented madness in his eyes and the strength in his hands becoming stronger and stronger.
With a snap, the clay head shattered into pieces, with fragments scattered all over the ground.
Before Zhu Peng had time to be happy, a new head grew out from the side of Ding Junyuan's neck. She opened her bloody red mouth and quickly bit Zhu Peng's face.
Ding Junyuan, who remained motionless, took out a utility knife, a roll of steel wire, nails, and pliers from the medicine box in order to cooperate with his "master" in the attack.
That small portable box is not a medicine box at all, but a tool box for simple repairs!
Ding Junyuan took out a pair of pliers, cut off a piece of steel wire, then slowly squatted down, took off Zhu Peng's shoes, stabbed into the heel, and pushed up hard.
A deafening scream broke out in the bathroom. Zhu Peng's heartbeat accelerated and the pain in his chest intensified. He struggled desperately, but his lower body seemed to be fixed to the toilet.
"Do you remember the metal skeleton you embedded in my body..." The earthbound spirit in the form of a clay sculpture admired his pain and said in a soft voice, "It's okay to hurt. I was in pain at the time, too. I cried and begged you..."
Yes, he did ask for it. After the clay sculpture was made, he was still worried that the frame inside was not stable, so he secretly poked steel wire inside after the clay sculptor left.
The beautiful clay sculpture actually cried, transparent tears flowed down its cheeks, and the air was filled with sobs.
Zhu Peng remembered that he was in a panic at the time, and his actions became even more vicious.
After finishing all this, he moved the clay sculpture to a seldom-visited utility room to dry in the shade, then ran to the art room on the second floor and placed a Wenchang Pagoda on the ceiling.
The scenes of the past emerged in his mind one by one. Zhu Peng thought, I must be dying soon, otherwise why would the past events play so clearly in my mind.
Ding Junyuan worked hard while the earthbound spirit expressed his resentment.
When she had almost finished speaking, Chen Ling took the lead and came out of the corridor, blocking the bathroom door.
Ding Junyuan was still putting on the "skeleton" without even turning his head, while the earthbound spirit embedded in his neck turned around, eyes full of resentment.
She had been dead for two years, and had been waiting for two whole years, but Zhu Peng's retribution never came.
Since God is blind, she will take revenge on herself. She wants to return all the suffering she has endured to Zhu Peng without leaving a single drop, making him unable to live or die.
The emotions within the earthbound spirit surged, and it shrank back into the body of the living.
Ding Junyuan's movement of running through the steel wire was sudden and fierce. He then clapped his hands, stood up, and faced the people at the door with a sinister smile.
The red blood vessels under the skin were exposed, turned black, and covered his entire body. He opened his mouth, revealing a bloody red cavity: "You forced me to do this."
It was really scary to hear a female voice coming from a man's body.
Wu Weiwei shrank back and clutched his inkstone tightly, ready to throw it like a brick if the other party came over.
Chen Ling glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and handed him two yellow talismans: "If it doesn't work, use this. Hold the inkstone firmly, I will use it to bind ghosts later."
Wu Weiwei held the talisman tightly: "I will definitely fulfill my mission."
Chen Ling: “…” Although his business ability is not good, at least he is a simple person and has great potential.
Li Hongyu: “Tsk.”
The ghost-faced mildew growing in the plaster wall of the bathroom began to grow rapidly, like a sea anemone, twisting its ever-lengthening tentacles. They spread from far to near, and soon covered the entire ceiling, densely packed, staring at the prey below with eager eyes.
Chen Ling: “…” My trypophobia is about to strike.
No wonder his ancestor told him about the ghost-faced mildew. It turns out that this thing can mutate from a short moss into a terrifying seaweed creature!
Disgusting as it is, praise still has to be given. The ancestor is truly knowledgeable and experienced. He should have anticipated the current situation long ago, otherwise he would not have specifically reminded him of the existence of the ghost face mold.
Li Hongyu's face, which was always tense, also showed a look of disgust: "Don't just stand there, make a quick decision. If you delay any longer, Mr. Ding's soul might be devoured."
As soon as the words fell, the person standing in the front rushed out.
Chen Ling held the telescopic stick and moved quickly, without any of the clumsiness he had last time when climbing the water pipe. Every move he made was a direct hit on the opponent's vital point, and it seemed that he was always one second late, giving the earthbound spirit just enough time to dodge.
Li Hongyu's eyes darkened, and he said to Wu Weiwei, "Take your ink fountain and stand away. I won't be using you for the time being."
Wu Weiwei: “…”
I can't refute it, but I'm just very angry.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength and speed, finally grabbing Ding Junyuan's hair. The hair was slippery, like algae with silky mucus, and it slipped out of his hands in an instant.
Li Hongyu stepped forward and used the copper coin sword to block the fleeing "person". He grabbed the sword tassel and pulled it. Thirty-six copper coins scattered and were thrown out at once. They were distributed around Ding Junyuan one by one, trapping him.
"Ding Junyuan" breathed heavily, his hair floating in the air, stretching infinitely, and the blood vessels scattered on his face looked even more hideous, almost popping out from under the skin.
His pupils were completely covered in a terrifying white color: "Want to kill me? Then you have to kill him first."
As the words fell, the ghost-faced mold spots growing on the ceiling seemed to have received an order. They tangled together in bunches and stabbed downwards like sharp swords.
Chen Ling took a step back and narrowly avoided the attack. Before he could even catch his breath, the ghost-faced mold suddenly changed direction and attacked him again.
Simply dodging was not a solution, so he clenched the telescopic stick tightly and resisted head-on. At the same time, he took out a yellow talisman, chanted an exorcism spell, and the talisman paper spontaneously combusted without fire, fiercely wrapped around the telescopic stick, and burned towards the mold spot.
While the mold was loosening, he took out a few yellow talismans and threw them out.
The talisman paper was stained by the fire from the first burning talisman, and it entangled with the ghost-faced mildew like a fire snake. They fought with each other, trying to devour each other.
Chen Ling got a temporary break and turned to look at Li Hongyu. The sword tassel in his hand was pulled into a dark red line, and he was trying to string together the copper coins that were scattered in circles.
This is the Thirty-Six Copper Coin Formation, which evolved from the thirty-six hexagrams of the Eight Diagrams, forming thirty-six death gates, just blocking all escape routes for the earthbound spirits.
But soon, the situation changed. Countless ghost-faced mold spots began to attack Li Hongyu together, trying to affect his formation. The yin energy of "Ding Junyuan" who was trapped in it surged. Water and mud seeped out of his body and flowed to the ground, while the ceiling, floor, mirror, and everything around began to shake and vibrate.
"She wants to destroy this house." The house is equivalent to the body of the earthbound spirit. Once it is broken, the earthbound spirit will be seriously injured, but she will be free from then on. She may use the remaining strength to find a new host, or she may wander around the world.
And this was not the worst outcome. The worst thing was that they had no time to escape.
The ceiling above his head cracked, and white wall plaster and cement debris fell off. The mirror made a crackling sound, and the mud mixed with water and soil that seeped out of "Ding Junyuan"'s body rushed towards him at an astonishing speed like a swift tiger or leopard.
Wu Weiwei, who was outside the door, was peeking through the door frame and was stunned by the scene. Then he was hit by the wall falling from above.
He covered his head and was about to go back for help, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Yu had appeared behind him without him noticing.
The man's face was gloomy, and his already cold and pale skin looked even darker under the light, making people think of the evil spirit from the depths of hell.
Wu Weiwei was panicking, and the trembling from deep within his soul made him take a half step back, but he still mustered up the courage to say, "Brother Jiang, Brother Chen and the others are in danger."
Jiang Yu looked at his face silently, then his gaze moved downwards and stopped on the inkstone.
The cold fingertips brushed Wu Weiwei's palm, intercepted the ink fountain and walked into the bathroom. Chen Ling was using a telescopic stick to help Li Hongyu fight against the ghost face mildew, and suddenly there was a tall wall of people behind him.
No need to guess who it is.
Jiang Yu held the young man's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled out the ink line and threw it towards a corner of the bathroom.
The ink line seemed to be stuck to one corner of the ceiling by an invisible nail, and then automatically changed direction, flying along the corner line to the other corner.
In the blink of an eye, the eight corners from the ceiling to the ground were connected by a black ink line, forming a rectangular block made up of lines. The bathroom, which was about to collapse, was suddenly stabilized. An invisible force supported the shaky space along the black line.
Jiang Yu brushed off the wall dust on the young man's head, lowered his head, and moved his head close to the young man's cheek from behind.
Chen Ling felt itchy when the man's hair touched his temples. He wanted to avoid it, but as soon as he turned his head, he heard the other party say, "Whip."
Chen Ling tightened his grip on the telescopic stick, "How did you know?"
Jiang Yu straightened the young man's shocked face and told him to throw the talisman in the right direction, lest he miss the target and get attacked by the ghost-faced mold. "There is nothing in this world that I don't know."
After saying that, the man retreated back to the bathroom door.
Chen Ling lowered his eyes and glanced at the telescopic stick engraved with runes, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. Li Hongyu, who was not far away, suddenly groaned, and a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was startled, and suddenly stopped, and at the same time flew out a burning exorcism talisman to fight against the mold spot that was stabbing towards his chest.
The two ends of the telescopic stick were grasped tightly and broken off with force, and the three extended sections broke off from the handle.
Chen Ling took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on his right arm. He used all his strength to swing it far away, and a black whip with dark red spells slid out from the handle.
As soon as the whip came out, the violent energy immediately spread out. Even someone like Wu Weiwei, who was not very sensitive to evil spirits, could feel the evil spirit that was being forcibly suppressed.
"Fuck..." His eyes widened and he muttered, "As expected of my brother Chen, so handsome."
Chen Ling wielded the whip towards "Ding Junyuan" who was trapped in the formation. The long whip cut through the air and hit the target accurately.
Ding Junyuan only had shallow whip marks on his body, but his expression was extremely ferocious. After trying it once, he knew that this magic weapon was extraordinary, and he insisted on rushing out of the copper coin formation regardless of the torn flesh on his body.
Chen Ling swung the whip again, and the whip head with a red tassel flexibly wrapped around Ding Junyuan's calf, forcing him back to the center of the formation.
Li Hongyu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and quickly tightened the copper coin formation that had been strung together by red lines.
As the formation became smaller and smaller, Ding Junyuan's range of movement became narrower and narrower. In the end, even if he just moved his arms, he would be burned by the invisible barrier formed by the formation.
When the copper coin formation turned into a small circle with a diameter of less than 30 centimeters, Chen Ling let go of "Ding Junyuan", raised his arm, and the whip tail with red tassel and long whip body flew back to his hand.
"You'd better get out of Ding Junyuan's body." Chen Ling rolled the whip slowly, his voice colder than ever before.
"As long as I am attached to this body, you will not dare to kill me!"
"Why don't you give it a try?" As soon as the last word fell, the whip flew out again, hitting Ding Junyuan right in the middle of his eyebrows.
The earthbound spirit screamed in pain and nearly broke free from the living person's body.
Chen Ling pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and without saying a word, he whipped him again, hard and fiercely.
After the first whip, there was no pause, and it was followed by the second whip, the third whip... After nine whips, Ding Junyuan's body collapsed to the ground, leaving only a swollen black-haired woman standing in the formation.
She looked at everyone present one by one with resentment, tears of pain and unwillingness flowing in her white eyes.
"Ms. Zhou, killing people can certainly vent your anger, and possessing a human body can naturally lead to rebirth. But have you ever thought about what will happen to you in the future?" Chen Ling knew that the three words "Mrs. Zhu" would only irritate the earthbound spirit, so he called her by her own last name.
"I've become like this, what am I afraid of?" The earthbound spirit glared, "He killed me, tortured me, and I'm just repaying him, what have I done wrong?!"
"You have human blood on you. When you go to the underworld, you will no longer be a wronged soul, but an evil ghost. You will be thrown into hell and burned by hellfire every day. Every time you kill someone, you will suffer one more torture." Chen Ling's voice was cold, as if he was just giving a simple science lesson. "Think carefully, is it worth it to bet on thousands of years of hellfire torture for such a scum?"
"I killed someone and I will go to hell, what about him?" The face of the earthbound spirit changed as if it had been soaked too much. Except for the eyes and skin color, the rest of her facial features were revealing her appearance when she was alive.
Chen Ling walked over and the whip dragged on the ground, making a slight friction sound as he moved.
"Who said he won't go to hell?" He picked up the red tassel that fell at his feet and held it in his hand. "He will naturally get the retribution he deserves. I can help you apply to the ghost catcher and see if he can make an exception and let you witness his end with your own eyes."
The earthbound spirit returned to her original appearance, with a nice figure, slender limbs, and a floral dress that made her look like a young girl. Only the fine lines under her eyes revealed her true age.
She turned around and looked at Zhu Peng, who was unconscious in the cubicle and bleeding profusely.
"You tortured him to death, so you should have calmed down a bit. I understand why you want to kill him, but there is no need for you to put yourself in an irretrievable situation because of him."
Chen Ling: "I have said everything I need to say. If you still insist on killing him, I will not stop you."
Wu Weiwei whispered to the man next to him: "Is Brother Chen serious?"
"No." Jiang Yu looked at the young man, his eyes moving from his straight back to his waist which was tightened by the belt, and he didn't move his eyes away.
The man said in a cold and serious tone, "If one more person is killed, the blood evil on the earthbound spirit will be even heavier, and it will be twice as difficult to deal with it. He is just using a delaying tactic to minimize the damage to our side."
"Brother Jiang, you understand our Brother Chen quite well." Wu Weiwei was impressed. He hadn't thought so much about it. He thought Brother Chen was distracted and really wanted to help the earthbound spirit.
"You guys?" Jiang Yu raised his voice slightly.
Wu Weiwei hastily corrected: "This 'we' must also include you, Brother Jiang. We are now a team, a family. Brother Chen belongs to all of us."
Jiang Yu chuckled and said with an ambiguous meaning, "Let's just call it that for now."
Wu Weiwei was stunned, and felt that the tone was strange. It took him a long time to understand the deep meaning. "Brother Jiang, you are still thinking long-term. When Brother Chen has a partner in the future, he will definitely not be ours. He must be his partner from body to heart."
"Yeah." Jiang Yu nodded in agreement, his eyes still glued to the young man.
Wu Weiwei said no more and continued to watch the game.
The earthbound spirit was shaken, but he still didn't quite trust Chen Ling, and his entire body was covered with thorns of alert.
If things were delayed any further, I was afraid that more trouble would arise. Chen Ling didn't care whether she agreed or not, he just sat cross-legged on the spot, took out three incense sticks from his backpack, and stuck them on a small piece of foam.
Taking a quick glance towards Jiang Yu, Chen Ling silently chanted a few words in his heart, praying for the ancestors to bless him. He raised his hand and offered up two black and white talismans, and for the first time, he recited the spell to summon the Yin God.