The spiritual channel is usually specially protected by the person who casts the spell, because once the spiritual channel is attacked, it will be harmed. Puppetry is a relatively simple spiritual technique, and the cross kill was used to injure the person who cast the spell. However, the little ghost being sacrificed by the oil lamp is more advanced. The source of spiritual communication should be hidden in the mouth of the little ghost. It keeps spitting out black air, using attack instead of defense, and it is difficult to approach and cannot be cracked.
Now the little devil is nailed to the wall, the black air he spits out is weakened, and his mouth cannot be closed. This is a good opportunity to give the opponent a fatal blow!
The sword shape formed by the copper coins is also a kind of spiritual sword spell. With a flick of the hand seal, the copper coin sword immediately shot into the mouth of the little kid. Suddenly, a yellow light flashed, and the little kid's mouth swelled up like a ball, and then it exploded with a "bang"!
Immediately, a black mushroom cloud appeared before his eyes and spread out in all directions. The little boy's mouth and cheeks were blown away, leaving only his upper and lower teeth, which looked particularly creepy, but were soon swallowed up by the mushroom cloud.
I took a deep breath, covered Shen Bing's mouth, ducked under the mushroom cloud that had not yet spread, quickly ran down the stairs, and ran to the second floor in one breath. The evil spirit here had all dissipated, the eight-legged copper frame on the ground fell to the ground, the oil lamp broke into several pieces, and the lamp oil spilled all over the ground.
But the person who cast the spell disappeared. We heard footsteps below and knew that the person had not escaped from the tower. We quickly ran down the stairs and saw a figure flashing out of the tower door. It seemed to be a woman with long flowing hair. Sure enough, I was right that it was a pair of women's feet. When we chased out of the tower door, we lost her trace.
Qu Mo was not here either. I couldn't help but get anxious and called Qu Mo twice loudly. A faint echo came from the tunnel, and no one responded for a long time.
Shen Bing said, "Did she run into this guy and chase him?"
I thought it was possible, but they were too fast. How could they disappear without a trace after just a short while? I didn't think that was the case. I took Shen Bing to check the bloody footprints underground. On the ground leading to the Dragon Tail Tunnel, there were only the footprints that Qu Mo and I had been looking for, which meant that Lu Fei, Qu Mo and Wang Zijun had not gone there.
Where did they go? Standing here, looking towards the Broken Dragon Stone, I can basically see a blurry stone shadow, and there is no one there. There is no other way to go except the tower and going back to this tunnel.
Could it be that they have returned to the blood pool again? This thought suddenly flashed through my mind. Pulling Shen Bing to the back of the tower, I found that the turtle's head was also destroyed, and a large number of stones blocked the entrance. It was obvious that someone did this on purpose, either to trap Qu Mo and the others to death, or to trap me to death and prevent me from returning to the ghost town from the blood pool.
I walked to the Broken Dragon Stone again, but didn't find any clues, so I returned to the tower in despair. I was puzzled, that person was so fast, and disappeared after leaving the tower. It seems that the stone turtle has been destroyed for a while, and she has no chance to get in. Even if she ran to the dragon's tail, it couldn't be like a rocket!
I sat on the ground to rest. Shen Bing had slept for half an hour on the top of the tower, so she was a little energetic and looked for clues everywhere. This was also an occupational disease. She was used to being a □□. If she had to give up when encountering such a difficult problem, she would be depressed to death.