West of Mocheng.
In an alley not far from Chengguo Mansion, there is a desolate and dilapidated mansion.
The house was overgrown with weeds and full of dust.
It seems that no one lives there anymore.
But at this moment, in a room in the backyard, through the gaps in the window, a few scarlet candle flames could be faintly seen.
The whole room was closed and covered with thick curtains, making it airtight.
At this time, in front of the candles, there was an old woman wearing a bright red flowered dress and a round hat, sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, counting on her fingers, and muttering something.
In the shadow next to the old woman stood a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, watching intently.
After a while.
The middle-aged man finally couldn't help but whispered, "Witch, what's going on?"
Waited for a moment again.
The old woman suddenly opened her eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected in her scarlet pupils, but her gaze seemed unfocused, and her voice was low and hoarse: "We've arrived. It's snowing heavily outside, and there's no light in the house. The boy should have fallen asleep... Let me find out how many people are in the house first, and then I'll continue to perform the ritual to make him fall into a nightmare..."
The middle-aged man hunched over, a little nervous: "It's such a long distance, nothing will go wrong, right?"
The old woman snorted coldly, with a scarlet light flashing in her eyes. "Butler Wang, don't worry. My ghost slave is not an ordinary creature. Although it can't match the soul out of the body, and dare not approach a warrior with vigorous blood, it is still easy to scare and play with a mere weak scholar. I used it to scare several women and sick people to death."
The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, witch."
The old woman's eyes gleamed, she pinched her fingers and chanted, and whispered, "Go in!"
Her gaze was fixed on the refined little ghost, and it floated lightly towards the window of the house against the wind and snow.
at the same time.
Qin Mansion.
Luo Qingzhou's soul left his body and suddenly saw a black shadow through the crack in the door, and it landed lightly in the small courtyard outside.
It is extremely clear under the reflection of the white snow.
There were a few wisps of black air lingering around the black shadow, his face was hideous and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obviously the ghost mentioned in the book.
Different from the soul.
These ghosts have no consciousness of their own, and apart from the various emotional instincts they carry with them when they die, they have almost no thoughts of their own.
In addition to wandering souls, these hideous little ghosts with scarlet eyes may be evil ghosts, resentful ghosts, or they may be artificially created ghost slaves.
The little ghost outside had flickering eyes and was looking furtively at the window of his room. It was obvious that it was not just an ordinary little ghost, nor did it break in here accidentally, but had a purpose.
He had just succeeded in leaving his body and was still a little weak. He would definitely not be able to deal with it with his spirit alone.
So he made a prompt decision and immediately floated back to his room and returned to his body.
Almost in an instant, the soul merged with the body.
He opened his eyes and looked towards the window. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He immediately stood up and hid beside the window.
Then, he clenched his fists, tensed the skin on his arms, bulged his muscles, and poured the internal force in his body into his fists. He held his breath, ready to go!
Ghosts and goblins are most afraid of things that are extremely hard and extremely masculine. Warriors with strong qi and blood are their nemesis!
"Woo..."
First, a cold wind blew and knocked on the window.
Then, the hideous black shadow stepped on the black air, passed through the window, peeked in, and looked into the house with scarlet eyes.
But before it could see clearly, a horrifying hot breath suddenly came from the darkness beside it!
"boom!"
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the silent room!
Immediately, a scorching air wave instantly penetrated its body, and before it could react, it exploded in its body with a "bang"!
Its body, which was shrouded in black mist, was instantly blown to pieces and dissipated like smoke!
"Sizzle..."
It was horrified and was about to gather its body and run away, but suddenly it found that the fist that pierced its body was lighting up with several tiny blue arcs!
"ah-"
A shrill scream that only it could hear suddenly came from its twisted and desperate face.
It barely had time to react, and its soul was shattered in an instant, turning into nothing!
at the same time.
In a house in the backyard of the desolate and dilapidated mansion, a shrill and hoarse scream suddenly rang out!
The old woman who was performing a ritual with her eyes wide open suddenly covered her eyes in pain, screamed and rolled on the ground, her wrinkled face twisted and distorted, as terrifying as a devil!
Wang Cheng, who was standing next to him, was startled and stepped back in a hurry, hiding in a corner with a look of confusion on his face.
After a long time.
The old woman who had covered her eyes, rolled over and screamed on the ground, finally calmed down and lay there motionless, as if she had died suddenly.
Wang Cheng's face was filled with fear. He waited for a while before he could not help but take a step forward and shouted in a trembling voice, "Witch..."
"god… "
"I'm fine..."
The old woman suddenly spoke, her voice becoming even hoarser. She slowly sat up from the ground and took her hands away from her eyes.
Wang Cheng was horrified to find that her eyes were full of blood. Two lines of scarlet blood flowed down the corners of her eyes, like tears of blood, hanging on her cheeks. Combined with her wrinkled and hideous old face, she looked extremely terrifying.
"I didn't expect... there's a warrior hiding in that kid's room..."
The old woman sat down again facing the candles. Her face had regained its calm, but her eyes were still bloodshot.
Wang Cheng looked unhappy: "It should be that maid... witch, what... what should I do?"
The old woman's blood-red pupils reflected the flickering candlelight, and she sneered grimly: "How can I let it go after you destroyed a ghost slave that I spent so much effort to refine? Steward Wang, rest assured, since I have accepted this mission, I will naturally help you get rid of that boy. That maid can't sleep with him every night. Wait for me to rest for two days. At that time, I will send two more powerful ghost slaves that even warriors can't detect, and directly turn that boy into an idiot."
Wang Cheng bowed his head and saluted: "Thank you for troubling me, witch."
“Humph, if I hadn’t left my body yesterday and discovered that there was a soul master in Mo City, and was afraid of crossing the line and provoking the other party, there wouldn’t be such trouble. If I had gone there personally, a moment would have been enough.”
The old woman sneered and closed her eyes. The corners of her eyes twitched in pain, and her face became even more hideous under the candlelight.
The cold wind was howling outside the window and the snow was falling heavier.
After Luo Qingzhou smashed the little ghost with one punch, he was thinking about something in front of the window when Xiaodie's panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Master, was there thunder just now?"
"It seems so."
Luo Qingzhou put away his aura and returned to the bed.
The little girl pushed open the door and ran in, her face full of fear.
Luo Qingzhou knew that she was most afraid of thunder, so he lifted the quilt and said, "Come, the young master will hold you while you sleep, you won't be afraid."
"Woo woo..."
The little girl got on the bed, crawled into the quilt, and snuggled into his arms.
Luo Qingzhou held her and lay down, secretly thinking about the punch he had just received.
Although it was this body that just threw the punch, I felt that the soul that had just returned to the body seemed to be punching along with it.
I don’t know if I can practice the Thunder Fist after my soul leaves my body.
He decided to try it tomorrow night.
The books say that in cultivating the soul, the first realm is the initial stage.
The initial stage of the state includes five stages: settling the mind, leaving the body, night travel, day travel, and controlling objects.
He had concentrated his mind without realizing it, and was able to leave his body successfully tonight, probably all thanks to the inky black liquid.
Next, he will hone his skills at night to allow his soul to continue to grow stronger.
Then day trip.
When you dare to appear in the light, or even under the scorching sun, your soul will undergo a greater qualitative change.
Then you can control the objects.
It is said that he can control objects from thousands of miles away, take people's heads, kill people without being seen, and move like the breeze. Even ordinary warriors with strong blood and energy find it difficult to detect and resist.
Thinking of this, Luo Qingzhou felt quite excited and expectant.
If he can really cultivate his soul successfully by then, it will not be as simple as defeating Luo Yu in the ring.
Not only would he make that vicious lady pay with blood, he would also make her live a life worse than death and suffer for the rest of her life!
The same goes for Luo Yu!
"Young Master... touch..."
The little girl in his arms suddenly twisted her body and put her slender and delicate little feet into his hands, her little face as red as an apple.