"Really? I really don't believe you can let the Xi family cover us." I raised the incense in my hand and set him on fire. The murals are not afraid of the fire spell, but the old bastard can't stand it. If he were in normal times, I guess this fire would be like tickling him, but at this moment he is also at the end of his strength, it would be strange if he didn't roast a suckling pig. Bah, roast an old pig.
But the fire didn't work, it just made him blink in shock, "Humph, it's useless even if you use thunder and fire. I think you don't want to accept my toast..."
I suddenly realized that the old bastard had used his spiritual consciousness to appear on the mural, just like the mural was indestructible. But you have a plan, I have a ladder, before he could finish, I bit my right index finger and quickly made a bloody cross on the stone wall!
The old bastard screamed in horror, his entire face twisted and deformed. The look of pain, magnified so many times, was very frightening. I thought to myself, I'll let you have enough fun, and then I made another cross. The old bastard completely collapsed, his eyeballs burst, and blood splattered everywhere. This was because he used his eyes to show up in the underworld, so naturally the eyeballs were destroyed first, followed by a spurt of blood, but the blood drops were always like splashing on a movie screen, not a single drop flew out of the stone wall.
His pair of bloody eye sockets seemed to be filled with endless hatred and unwillingness. He glared at me fiercely, and then his whole face exploded. The screen went black, and the miserable scene of the old bastard suddenly disappeared.
I couldn't believe it. I killed him. He was a ghost who had practiced ghost arts for hundreds of years. He couldn't even deal with a dead rat. Xuan Zhen was exhausted to death by him. But this was indeed the truth. I had to thank Taoist Xuan Zhen for being a cannon fodder and dragging him down to exhaustion. That gave me the opportunity to kill him with a cross kill.
The pointy-headed ghost touched his head and stood beside me, sticking out his tongue and saying, "Master, you are really awesome. I remember now that old bastard almost killed me a hundred years ago. You finally avenged me."
"Stop flattering me and get to work!" He reached out and patted him on the head.
"Okay." The damn thing called out happily, turned its head and climbed onto the stone wall again.
I turned around to look at Zhao Chengshi and the others. I didn't expect that in such a short time, the four bastards had actually taken care of the female corpse. They had covered the female corpse with talismans all over her body, wrapping her up like a big dumpling. They were now looking at the stone wall like wild dogs, panting, with their eyes wide open, as if they had just seen the image of the old bastard being killed, and they were all shocked.
I didn't expect them to join forces to subdue the terrifying ghost. This was somewhat unexpected to me, but it was not surprising after thinking about it. Zhao Chengshi and Laohei are both Taoist masters, and they are proficient in evil magic. It is not a glorious thing that they managed to deal with it in such a mess. But after the female corpse was dealt with, it was my turn. I am not as fierce as the terrifying ghost.
He touched his nose, clutched a bunch of incense and ran towards them. They were stunned, as if to say, "Are you stupid? How dare you come to me and die?"
My buddy was not that stupid. When he ran more than three meters away from them, he chanted the Fire Spirit Mantra and set fire to them, scaring the four bastards away in panic. The fire was not actually directed at them, but at the female corpse. The flames burned all the talismans on her body. She suddenly rolled her fierce eyes, jumped up, and chased after the two guys with swords.
"Let's go!" Seeing that the old bastard was dead and there was nothing to do, Lao Hei waved to his two companions and ran into the darkness.
Zhao Chengshi looked at me angrily and helplessly, then turned away.
But the two guys could not escape the clutches of the female corpse. One had his throat strangled and his larynx crushed, and the other was hit back by the iron rod and his skull was smashed to pieces.