"Tianshi Ye, it's over!" A cold voice rang in my ears.
Ye Shaoyang's eyes flustered, and he didn't know which figure to attack. Seeing this, the eight figures rushed towards them even more recklessly.
When he was only one meter away from Ye Shaoyang, an imperceptible smile flashed across Ye Shaoyang's mouth, he turned around suddenly, pulled his belt, and countless copper beans flew in all directions, hitting the eight figures respectively.
With a bang, seven of the figures were immediately annihilated in ashes, leaving only one figure, which shook the copper beans and continued to fly towards him.
"Idiot." Ye Shaoyang stretched out his right hand, took out the statue of Mr. Damao from the shrine on the bedside table, and blocked it in front of him. With his left hand, he pasted a blank talisman on the back of the statue's head, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it. Reaching out to the front, wiped the eyes of the idol to wipe off the dust, and said quickly in his mouth:
"The descendant disciple Ye Shaoyang, please worship the true king, the mighty and immortal spirit!"
Just at this moment, that white shadow, with the power of a mighty evil spirit, came to the front. A second later, the eyes of the idol suddenly opened, and a faint golden light shot out, colliding with the white shadow. together.
A strong wave erupted from the position where the golden light and the white shadow meet, Ye Shaoyang was sent flying again, hit the wall and fell again, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
After landing, I didn't care about myself, so I stood up quickly, looked into my hand, saw that the statue was intact, and patted my heart, "Fortunately, you are fine, Patriarch, otherwise I will be in big trouble."
Looking up, countless dust fell to the ground, and a white figure stood at the door. It was not a person—it was a white robe floating in the air.
On the upper end of the robe is a hat attached to the clothes. Most of the face of the man in white is hidden under the hat, only a bright red mouth is exposed, which is gently thrown off.
"It's you?" Ye Shaoyang frowned, and recognized at a glance that the guy opposite was the guy he met in the basement of the Chinese medicine store that night. At that time, he extinguished its illusion of spiritual consciousness. What he dealt with today is definitely his. Ontology!
"Tianshi Ye, you are so cunning." The man in white said, his voice was much clearer than before, and it was a male voice of indeterminate age.
"You retreated all the way and lured me over. It turns out that you wanted to use the power of the god statue to break my concealment technique. This trick lures the enemy deep, which is very good."
"Can you die if you don't blow it? Breaking your concealment technique can be done in a matter of minutes. It's just that I didn't bring the Longquan sword today. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to kill you with one blow, so I thought of doing this."
Ye Shaoyang stared at the half of his face under the brim of his hat, and said, "Although I know you won't say it, I still want to know who you are, no, it should be said, what... are you?"
The man in white stretched out his slender fingers and pulled down the brim of his hat, revealing a green skull. "Is this what you want to see?"
Ye Shaoyang stared at him and said, "This is not your real body."
The man in white giggled, clamped the sides of his head with both hands, and squeezed it hard, crushing the skull into a pile of powder. A bald head protruded from the neck. It was a black-faced monster with horns on its head. "Or, is that so?"
Pausing for a while, it inserted two fingers into its chin, grabbed its face, and slowly tore it upwards. There were no facial features on the snow-white face, and there was nothing there.
Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "You like to play face changing, keep playing, it's fun, keep going."
But I was horrified in my heart. Ghosts can indeed change their forms, but every time this guy in front of him changes, his aura also changes with his appearance: when he turns into a green skeleton, his body is full of corpse aura, and he turns into a black-faced monster At the time, the body was filled with evil spirit, and then turned into a faceless ghost, and ghost spirit appeared on the body again...
These are its real body? Or does it mean that every time it changes, it will become its real body
Either way, it's a scary thing...
The man in white put back the brim of his hat, and immediately a bright red mouth appeared on his chin, and he returned to his previous appearance. The ghostly aura immediately dissipated from his body, and a mysterious aura lingered.
It slowly opened its mouth, let out a "giggle" laugh, and said: "You have the eyes to see through my real body, why don't you try? The mana is not enough, and you are secretly adjusting your breath?"
Ye Shaoyang was speechless, he was actually seen through, just now in order to stimulate the power of the god statue, he almost exhausted his mana, so he had to adjust his breath secretly, chatting with it vaguely, trying to divert its attention, unexpectedly he was seen through, at the moment Smiling slightly, he said: "Don't just talk about me, that moment just now has pretty much screwed you up, or you'll obediently change your face here to show me that you're also recovering?"
"No, I'm waiting for someone."
Ye Shaoyang was startled, and immediately raised his heart: He was waiting for Hu Wei, this guy hasn't appeared until now!
But after thinking about it, he immediately calmed down, smiled and said to the man in white: "You can't wait for him anymore, if he came, he would have already made a move."
"You're right. I'm sorry I couldn't kill you today. I'll look for you again..." After speaking, the figure became ethereal.
Ye Shaoyang made a sudden move, forming seals with his hands, and shot out some of the mana restored by the breath adjustment.
The man in white raised his arms and waved his sleeves, a stagnant breath rushed towards him, knocking Ye Shaoyang away. Ye Shaoyang took two steps back, looked up, the figure of the man in white gradually faded, and then disappeared out of thin air.
Outside the window, the dark clouds dissipated, and the sky became brighter again.
It turns out that it is what changes the sky!
Ye Shaoyang felt the stagnant breath gradually dissipating, and thought in his heart: What is this white-clothed man
Thinking that this place is not suitable for staying for a long time, Ye Shaoyang simply stuffed the statue of Mr. Mao into his backpack, went to the main room, first found the seductive rope he had thrown on the ground, and found that there was nothing in the middle, so he asked, "Where is the little ghost?"
"I ran away a long time ago." Xie Yuqing replied.
Ye Shaoyang put away the soul-hunting rope, then picked up the cast mother's big money and the Pixiu seal on the ground, and let everyone come out.
After experiencing such a thrilling and terrifying scene, the village party secretary and his two nephews were pale and dull, leaning against the wall motionless.
Seeing this, Ye Shaoyang shook his head, and sighed: "I told you to go, you don't have to stay here, now you have lost your soul, and I have to help you fix your soul."
After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of ambergris from the bag, picked a little with his nails, wiped it on the temples of the three people respectively, and drew a soul concentrating talisman, lit it and smoked it on the faces of the three people for a while, although The mana in the body is empty, but there is still mana to draw this simple talisman.