"Did he lose his soul due to fright?" Shen Luo was puzzled and hurried to his side.
He gently stroked the top of the girl's head, and a warm force flowed into it, carefully helping her calm her agitated soul. After a long while, the girl let out a "wow" again and burst into tears.
"Little sister, don't be afraid, everything is fine. Just be good and don't cry. Your family members have fallen asleep. I will take you to the house. You please take good care of them and don't leave the house before dawn, okay?" Shen Luo comforted softly.
Hearing this, the girl nodded as if she understood, but she still couldn't stop sobbing softly.
Shen Luo couldn't care too much at the moment. He could only move the two living people and the little girl back to the room, then pasted a ghost-suppressing talisman on the door, jumped onto the roof again, and flew away.
After leaving the courtyard, Shen Luo ran away quickly, and then he found that there were more and more ghosts around him.
He flipped and landed on a street, where a green-faced ghost and a long-tongued ghost rushed towards him.
Shen Luo turned his wrist, took out the mother-and-child sword, raised his hand and swung it, a sword light came out quickly, and with two "swoosh" sounds, the ghost was killed.
He rushed forward quickly, slapped his Qiankun bag, and immediately absorbed all the evil energy.
At this time, there was another cry for help from the street corner ahead.
Shen Luo rushed forward and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw dozens of Chang'an citizens running away in panic on the street ahead, with dozens of ghosts chasing them.
Some of them were several meters tall, their figures were ethereal and illusory, while others were crawling on the ground with iron chains wrapped around their bodies, dragging on the ground and making clanging sounds, which echoed in the streets like the voices of ghosts demanding their lives.
Some have green faces and fangs, some have broken limbs, some are covered in mud, some are rotten, and there are all kinds of shapes and sizes.
However, although these ghosts look strange, their aura is not strong. They are only comparable to cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, which is much worse than the long-haired female ghost mentioned above.
The shadowy ghost, which was several meters tall, held a slender sickle that was three meters high in his hand. There was bright red blood dripping from the sickle continuously.
He was chasing in the front, and with a wave of his hands, he swung his sickle across, trying to reap the lives of the people in front.
Shen Luo naturally refused. He rushed up and fell in the center of the group of ghosts like a meteorite.
He held seven or eight small thunder talismans in his hands and suddenly waved them around. There was a flash of lightning and then bursts of thunder were heard.
"Boom boom"
Seven or eight snow-white lightning bolts exploded in the center of the group of ghosts. Bright electric wires shot out and swept in all directions, instantly submerging all the ghosts.
The ghosts cried miserably and were torn apart by the lightning, turning into evil ghost auras that scattered in all directions.
Upon seeing this, Shen Luo hurriedly slapped his Qiankun bag, absorbing all the evil spirits. After a while, the whole street became peaceful again.
Seeing this, the fleeing people shouted "Immortal Master" and knelt down to worship him.
"Don't run around on the streets. Find a house guarded by a door god to hide in. Don't come out before dawn." Shen Luo gave this instruction and left in a hurry.