How does the little ghost bite people
It will gnaw on the flesh and blood, and then the Yin energy will seep into the bones, pulling and tearing them.
“Ahhh!”
Taoist Qu Yi let out a scream from his throat.
He never thought that after killing countless ghosts, he would end up being hugged and bitten by a group of little ghosts, and he couldn't get rid of them.
He raised his legs desperately, trying to kick the Donghuang Bell.
But Zhong was kicked too far away, and it was all his fault that he was not over 1.8 meters tall, so he couldn't reach it at all.
"You...you are still acting stupid? Don't you see that this evil ghost has become so arrogant? He actually controls ghosts to bite me! When they are all full, will you have a good ending later?" Taoist Qu Yi shouted with all his might, looking really embarrassed.
In fact, he didn't expect that Jing Jiujiu not only escaped from the predicament, but also became powerful enough to control ghosts!
The skinny man frowned: "... Indeed, it is a bit too much to control ghosts and hurt people."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the beautiful young man sitting on the chair slowly speaking, "He was the one who wanted to ring the bell to kill me first."
The skinny man stopped talking.
Taoist Qu Yi was almost angry to death.
"You guys, why do you just listen to whatever this ghost says? He is a ghost, what's wrong with me killing him?"
“But when I was alive… I was a human being.” Jing Jiujiu said in a low voice.
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, even Bai Yuhuai was slightly stunned. Then his brows sank and he stepped on Taoist Qu Yi harder.
Taoist Qu Yi: "... Ah, Mr. Bai, who the hell are you? Are you really going to make an enemy of the metaphysical community just for a ghost?"
"It's to be your enemy." Jing Jiujiu corrected from behind.
"Stop it first." The bearded man sighed and said, "And this... Mr. Bai. If Qu Yi really helped others do such evil things, killing people and forming arrays, then he should be punished according to the rules of our circle. Instead of letting the ghost bite him to death in this confused way..."
Bai Yuhuai asked calmly: "How will the punishment be? Who will make the decision?"
The skinny man said, "Guiyun Sect is the best in the metaphysical circle, so why not let Guiyun Sect make the decision?"
Bai Yuhuai nodded: "Yes, you are right. I am from Guiyun Sect, so I will sentence him to death with all the ghosts, and his bones will be crushed. After his death, they will be used as sacrifices to the evil god he raised. How do you think?"
Skinny man: “…”
Others: “…”
Fuck, this logic... Damn, I really can't find anything wrong with it.
Taoist Priest Qu Yi: "Fuck..."
Bai Yuhuai picked up a porcelain cup and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking his mouth and forcing the dirty words back.
These words must not dirty Jing Jiujiu's ears.
Taoist Qu Yi widened his eyes and stared in the direction of Jing Tinghua.
But Jing Tinghua didn't move at this moment and was not at all controlled by him.
You guys... forced me to do this.
Taoist Qu Yi bit down hard, his mouth and teeth bruised on the porcelain cup, blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth...
A rune on his body suddenly lit up, repelling Bai Yuhuai's hand and those little ghosts.
The little ghosts crawled on the ground, trembling.
Bai Yuhuai frowned slightly and jumped off the table.
Taoist Qu Yi finally stood up again, but this time he did not try to pick up the Donghuang Bell because he could not touch that thing.
Master Tingyi suddenly stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "You set up a formation on your body? You... you let a ghost enter your body... You are no longer a human being!"
The others sighed softly. They didn't expect that Taoist Qu Yi would go this far.
He was as famous as Master Tingyi, and was once a well-known genius in the metaphysical circle. Why is he like this now
Everyone started chanting and scattering talismans again.
Taoist Qu Yi sneered: "Ghost? Look carefully..."
As he spoke, he pulled off his outer coat and ripped his inner clothes, exposing his chest.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
If you want to make threats, just make threats. Why take off your clothes
Bai Yuhuai unbuttoned his clothes with one hand, quickly took off his coat, and threw it over Jing Jiujiu's head, covering him tightly to prevent him from watching others take off their clothes.
Taoist Priest Qu Yi: “…”
He laughed grimly: "Look! Look carefully!"
How can we intimidate them if we don't watch
Jing Jiujiu was stunned, and slowly pulled down his coat, only then did he see clearly what Taoist Qu Yi looked like now.
A ferocious head was embedded in his chest. Half of the head was made of gold, and the other half seemed to be made of flesh and blood. It was gradually connected to his chest, and the blood vessels could be vaguely seen.
The golden half of the skull had lowered eyebrows and eyes, looking somewhat like a god, while the flesh and blood half had ferocious eyebrows and eyes, and a cracked mouth.
"I have integrated the peaceful and angry aspects of gods and Buddhas into my flesh and blood. I am the incarnation of gods and Buddhas, I am gods and Buddhas!" He raised his hand and pointed at Jing Jiujiu, "How can he deserve to be worshipped? He is a ghost. Even a statue is still a ghost! I am a god and Buddha, everyone who sees me must kneel and kowtow. I am the one who deserves to be worshipped!"
As he spoke, a hint of golden light actually floated on his body.
Jing Tinghua sighed lightly, picked up a chair and sat down.
He couldn't see anything else, but he could see that Bai Yuhuai's expression didn't change at all. Obviously, such a powerful thunder method was just a little play for him.
… From the moment this man entered the castle and met Jing Jiujiu, they were doomed to fail.
People around were still discussing anxiously: "These spells are useless to him..."
"Crazy, crazy. Qu Yi is really crazy! How can a person become a god or Buddha through such evil means?"
"What is he now? Half man, half ghost, half god?"
"It's very difficult to do anything to him... You can't kill him by killing people, and you can't kill him by killing ghosts. And as for gods and Buddhas... who can kill gods and Buddhas?"
Jing Jiujiu said in a low voice: "We can't kill him, but we can make him feel pain. Here, he brought the Donghuang Bell with him. Who of you will ring it twice?"
Taoist Priest Qu Yi:
Master Zhou moved quickly, picked up the hammer first and hit it hard.
Jing Jiujiu frowned, but the discomfort was not as strong as she had imagined. She even felt as if all the foul air in her internal organs had been cleansed away.
Taoist Qu Yi, who was nearby, was in a bad condition. His body trembled suddenly, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again, and his facial features were wrinkled in pain.
"You... I underestimated you." Taoist Qu Yi squeezed out a voice from his throat.
Taoist Qu Yi threw the cloth bag he was carrying towards Bai Yuhuai: "I know that your Guiyun Sect is powerful, but how powerful can you be? Do you think I only brought one evil god? No, more than that..."
The cloth bag fell heavily towards Bai Yuhuai, and Bai Yuhuai raised his hand to catch it.
The contents inside rolled out, and they turned out to be statues of various sizes and shapes...
He is... creating gods.
He started by creating an evil statue, but later he was no longer satisfied with that simplicity, so he wanted to turn himself into a god...
Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows suddenly rose with anger: "Tingyi! Bai Fu! Take Jing Jiujiu and leave first!"
The life and death of others has nothing to do with him, but Jing Jiujiu cannot be hurt.
Bai Fu is the name of the young boy.
Bai Fu's expression changed slightly, and he walked towards Jing Jiujiu obediently.
A huge shadow rose above Taoist Qu Yi, and the golden light on the shadow became even brighter, as if it was going to break the ceiling of the entire box.
He laughed happily: "See? There is nothing you can do about this..."
Bai Yuhuai clasped the bracelet with his hand, tightening and then loosening it.
When he was filming in the past, he would take it off casually and didn't care about the life and death of other ghosts. But it was different now, he was afraid of scalding Jing Jiujiu.
Thinking of this, Bai Yuhuai pulled out the peach wood with a gloomy face and inserted it into Taoist Qu Yi's shoulder.
Taoist Qu Yi's face twisted slightly, and then the shadow separated from him and pressed straight towards Jing Jiujiu.
“… I know you are not afraid of me. But you must be afraid that he will get hurt.” Taoist Qu Yi said through gritted teeth.
Bai Yuhuai said indifferently: "Then you give it a try, you try and see how many pieces I will chop your two heads into."
Taoist Qu Yi's heart trembled.
No, what am I afraid of
The next moment, the shadow was completely suppressed.
Bai Yuhuai didn't even want the peach wood. He turned back, made some hand gestures, and was about to prop up the phantom again.
Master Tingyi also hurriedly took the rosary from his neck and began to recite.
He had prepared to die with the evil god earlier... Who knew he would make a lot more money later. Now it's enough. It doesn't matter if he dies with Qu Yi today!
Every time he uttered a word, Taoist Qu Yi felt even more pain. In a blink of an eye, his face was already hideous...
The others knew that they could not help at this time, so they had to close their eyes and keep their minds clear.
It only took a few seconds.
That moment—
Jing Jiujiu also instinctively stretched out her hand, wanting to do the same thing as Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai's palm touched the phantom, and the phantom immediately began to burn and retreated.
As soon as Jing Jiujiu's palm touched it...
“Puff.”
Everyone heard it.
The young man's hand was seen inserted right into the chest of the phantom.
Taoist Qu Yi let out a howl of shock, a sound so tragic that it didn't even sound like it came from a human.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then noticed that the young man withdrew his hand, holding a beam of golden light.
The head rolled down from Taoist Qu Yi's chest and rolled towards Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu: “Ugh—”
Jing Jiujiu stood up quickly and pounced on Bai Yuhuai, hanging on him: "Too scary, too scary Bai Yuhuai!"
Bai Yuhuai held him up with one hand, and it felt soft, then he realized he was holding up his butt.
Bai Yuhuai's heart was beating fast, his throat was tight, and for a moment, he was inexplicably thinking, yes... his butt was much more comfortable to touch than the paper man...
Bai Yuhuai quickly moved his hand and supported his legs instead, so that Jing Jiujiu could lie on him more easily.
Everyone was stunned: “…”
This... Who is more terrifying
Why can you take out someone's head from his chest with one hand
Looking at the golden light that Jing Jiujiu had just caught, it has now disappeared.
It was as if he had absorbed it.
There was a "gurgling" sound in Master Qu Yi's throat, as if there was air leaking out, or as if there was blood clogged in his larynx.
He knelt down on the ground and said, "... I am God. I am God."
He raised his head and stared at Jing Jiujiu unwillingly: "You ate, ate my real body..."
Bai Yuhuai felt a little relieved.
He raised his hand to stroke Jing Jiujiu's hair, hugged her tighter, and said calmly: "He is now a genuine ghost body, and there is still some divine and human aura left in his body. If you eat him, you can become even more powerful."
When everyone heard this, they looked at Bai Yuhuai in disbelief.
Is this what the people from Guiyun Sect said
He, he, he, he ignored everything in order to raise a ghost
Even the young boy stood there, stunned.
Jing Jiujiu snuggled even tighter into Bai Yuhuai's arms and shook her head repeatedly: "Ugh, ugh, I won't eat him. He's too disgusting."
Taoist Qu Yi was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he finally collapsed.
Bai Yuhuai: "Okay."
"Then I'll leave it to you." Bai Yuhuai looked at the others, "It shouldn't be difficult to deal with him now, right?"
The others blushed and said quickly, "Not difficult, not difficult." At the same time, their impression of this evil ghost improved. He refused to eat even when the food was right in front of him. He was indeed not some evil ghost who had lost his mind.
No matter how unwilling Taoist Qu Yi was, he was now just a pile of mud on the ground, being manipulated by anyone.
How can you still look like a human being
It took Jing Jiujiu a long while to calm down the fear in her heart. Then she slowly got off Bai Yuhuai, picked up her mobile phone, switched to the front camera, walked up to Taoist Qu Yi, and took a picture of him.
Everyone:
After Jing Jiujiu took the photo, she placed the distorted, bloody, and almost inhuman photo in front of Taoist Qu Yi: "Look, you are really ugly now, and disgusting..."
More blood gushed out of Taoist Qu Yi's throat.
He couldn't even lift his hands, his eyes glared, and suddenly... he stopped moving.
Everyone:
Are you pissed off
Jing Jiujiu:
ah.
He didn't expect that either.
He was just stating a fact to Taoist Qu Yi.
Jing Jiujiu quickly turned her head and looked at Bai Yuhuai for help.
Bai Yuhuai stood up and walked over: "It's just a pile of waste anyway. If you don't eat it, you can die."
When everyone heard this, they shuddered quietly.
In fact, what Taoist Qu Yi said was indeed correct.
This person from Guiyun Sect is both good and evil, making it hard to tell. And he is also very powerful. Just now, he asked Tingyi and the young boy to take the evil spirit away, not to let them escape, but more to release the ultimate move later.
It's a pity... until the end, they didn't get to see what Mr. Bai's ultimate move was? How terrifying was it
"Although Qu Yi is dead, what needs to be said still needs to be said. Mr. Bai, have you thought about how to explain to Guiyun Sect? Mr. Bai, do you really want to raise a ghost and keep raising it like this? Why not let him enter reincarnation? We will not save his soul or kill him." The bearded man said.
Bai Yuhuai raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he couldn't suppress his anger: "Enter reincarnation? It was this Mr. Jing Tinghua who, together with Qu Yi, turned him into a fierce ghost, and he couldn't even enter reincarnation in his eternal life..."
Jing Jiujiu was stunned.
Oh, it turns out that I can’t be reincarnated.
But it’s normal when you think about it.
In horror stories since ancient times, there has been no case of evil spirits being able to reincarnate.
It is precisely because they cannot reincarnate that they become increasingly ferocious and irrational ghosts.
“…” There was silence in the box for a moment.
How could they have imagined that Qu Yi's methods could be so vicious.
"He has no violent tendencies at all, so he can't enter the cycle of reincarnation?" the skinny man asked.
Seeing this young man in such a state, he felt a little bit sorry for him. Oh, but thinking about how he had just ripped out Taoist Qu Yi's chest... Well, he wasn't that pitiful.
Bai Yuhuai: “No.”
Master Tingyi also sighed: "If it were possible, why would I build a statue for him?"
Jing Tinghua glanced at the silent Taoist Qu Yi and interrupted, "So, Jiujiu, kill me. It's me who caused you to be like this. I have been fighting against fate for decades, and now I am tired."
Bai Yuhuai was already filled with anger and rage, which had not subsided until now. The more these people asked, the more the fierce fire in his heart was aroused.
Bai Yuhuai walked forward and grabbed Jing Tinghua by the collar.
"You dare to say this only because you think Jiujiu doesn't dare to kill his father."
Jing Tinghua hissed in pain.
Looking at his appearance at this moment, his leg was limping, his eyes were bruised, and his face was covered with bloodstains.
When everyone was fighting just now, he didn't move at all, but because of the power of the evil god's curse, whatever fell down, he was the first to be hit.
So it became like this.
"I didn't think so." Jing Tinghua looked at Jing Jiujiu, "Jiujiu, come here."
Jing Jiujiu pursed her lips and took a step forward.
Bai Yuhuai: "Don't come over."
Jing Jiujiu paused for a moment, but still walked in front of Jing Tinghua.
Bai Yuhuai suddenly felt murderous.
Why should Jiujiu be forced to face these past wounds, being such a useless thing
"Mr. Bai is really protective." Jing Tinghua said.
He then laughed hoarsely: "Jiujiu, do you remember? When you were a child, you were afraid of insects, but you loved the garden full of roses behind the castle. Even beetles could scare you. When you were scared, you would call my name. I would come to help you catch and kill them.
“When you were older, you started to like riding horses, but you were timid and wanted me to be with you all the time. If you fell, I had to catch you.
"When you were a little older, you wanted to learn painting, but you refused to invite the teacher to your home and insisted on going to the painting class with other children. So I had to carry your painting tube and go with you.
"You're growing up so fast, so fast that I feel happy but also scared. Like a kite, if you're not careful, you'll fly away into the distance... Yu Ran said that he wanted to take a lot of photos of you every year, so that when he gets old, he can look back and recall how you grew up. I said that taking a photo only takes place at that moment, so it's meaningless, so I want to draw a picture of you every year..."
"I hope you kill me, but I also know clearly that you will not kill your father given your personality. You would rather watch me die under the power of the evil god than do it yourself."
Jing Tinghua raised his hand and inserted it into his chest, then he tore open his clothes.
The bottom was exposed, and the head was almost fully grown, planted on the chest like Taoist Qu Yi's.
The head was made purely of flesh and blood. As soon as he inserted it, he smashed the face of the skull into pieces.
"If I tell you that I didn't treat Jing Long the same way I treated you when you were a child, from holding you in your swaddling clothes, telling you bedtime stories, teaching you your first sound, cooking for you... I didn't share anything you've ever experienced with him. Your father and I weren't just in a business marriage. We once loved each other sincerely. ... If I tell you this, will you be happier in the future?"
Veins bulged on Jing Tinghua's neck. When he finished his last sentence in an orderly manner, his eyes were still open, but his voice had completely disappeared in an instant.
Jing Jiujiu grabbed his wrist tightly: "No, you have one last thing to say to me... Where is my father? Where did he go? Why did he disappear?"
"Jing Tinghua."
"Jing Tinghua!"
Master Tingyi sighed and said, "Amitabha."
Bai Yuhuai stood there: "...Wine."
Jing Jiujiu's face was cold. He stood there and asked in a hoarse voice, "If he dies, will he have a soul?"
Ting Yi said: "If you use the same evil method as Qu Yi, you will be dead, and your soul will be scattered."
Jing Jiujiu: “Oh.”
Bai Yuhuai walked forward and picked up Jing Jiujiu.
The bystanders didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only force out a voice and ask: "And those little ghosts..."
"After all, we can't keep so many ghosts."
"Yes, Mr. Bai wants to support this young master, and we have no say. But there are so many ghosts..."
Jing Jiujiu leaned blankly in Bai Yuhuai's arms. When he heard this, he turned his head and showed an indifferent face.
"Why can't I raise ghosts? I raise them. They are not raised by Bai Yuhuai."
The bearded man whispered, "There is only one kind of person in the world who can keep countless little ghosts under his control."
The skinny man said, "Yes. There are only the Ten Kings of Hell."
Jing Jiujiu: “Oh.”
When they saw him respond, they thought the young man was going to give in, and today they would finally get an explanation.
Jing Jiujiu said softly: "Then I raise King Yama, and King Yama raises ghosts, so all his ghosts are mine, right?"
Everyone:
Jing Jiujiu: "You don't believe it?"
Jing Jiujiu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. He said softly: "You can open my backpack..."
Master Tingyi bent down upon hearing the voice, opened his backpack, and took something out.
Everyone looked closely.
The creature was blood-red all over, and had a strong yin aura, but at the same time it was accompanied by an even stronger divine aura.
The only one who can combine these two auras at the same time is...
"Is it one of the Ten Kings of Hell?" the bearded man murmured.
The skinny man was so frightened that his face turned pale. He bowed and kowtowed: "It's the real one."
The others suddenly came to their senses and hurriedly followed suit and bowed.
People in the metaphysical circle are afraid of both heaven and Yama.
No matter how powerful they are, they will still be under the control of Yama after death.
But why does this boy even have something like this? !
Is he really the young man who was made extremely miserable by Taoist Qu Yi as described by Mr. Bai
Jing Jiujiu curled up in Bai Yuhuai's arms, lowered her eyebrows and eyes, looked at Jing Tinghua's body, and said softly: "... Tsk, you never thought. I am so powerful now."