He took a step back, then took two steps towards Xie Bai as if trying to save face, swallowed and said, "I'll burn something. You, what about you? What are you doing here, it's late at night..."
Xie Bai skipped the second half of the man's sentence without any expression, and continued to ask: "What are you burning?"
"Burn the clothes." The man seemed to have not recovered from the shock, and his expression was very stiff. He raised the old jacket in his hand and said: "The old man passed away. It's not past the first seven days. Something has been wrong at home for the past two days. Xiaoya cried a lot. He invited someone to come and see him. He said he left his clothes and forgot to burn them." Yes, I, I rummaged through the box and found one that was not burned. The man asked me to come to the road in front of the mountain after dark, burn the clothes facing the mountain, and kowtow three times, and the family will be at ease.”
The man spoke in a dialect that he didn't know where, and his tongue didn't move very well, making it sound vague.
Xie Bai said "Oh", his voice was cool, and he still couldn't hear any emotion. He repeated: "The old man passed away?"
The middle-aged man nodded "Mmm", he seemed to think that Xie Bai was not that scary, and took two steps forward cautiously.
Xie Bai quietly watched him rubbing closer, and he was in front of him in a few steps, and suddenly said: "You have spots on your face, do you know?"
The man was holding his jacket, but he didn't react: "Ah? What spots?"
Xie Bai said coldly: "Corpse spot."
As soon as these two words came out, the slightly swollen face of the middle-aged man immediately became contorted, and then collapsed instantly like a whole human leather coat that had been taken off. A black figure with tangled beard and hair suddenly sprang out from behind the human skin, with two unusually long arms swooping towards Xie Bai.
However, since Xie Bai saw this man, his fingers have never been relaxed, and he was not at all surprised when he saw this scene. He waved his hands and threw out a black mist, flying sideways and spreading into a big black net in the blink of an eye. , in front of the shadow.
Through that net, Xie Bai saw a face that looked like a child's face enlarged instantly, but his eyes were covered with white shades, and he grinned and let out a sharp "crack" laugh.
Without blinking his eyes, Xie Bai flicked twice with his five fingers, and the whole black net instantly wrapped the strange black figure in it, and then retracted it abruptly, binding the black figure firmly in it.
"Dwarf mandrill?" Xie Bai sneered.
Mandrill is a common name for mountain spirits. There are countless mountains and peaks in this world, and barren hills and wild ridges can be seen everywhere, so the number of mountain spirits is not small. Mountain spirits are particularly difficult to cultivate, so their abilities vary. Some exceptionally powerful ones can transform freely, and there is almost no flaw in their transformation into human form. But more mountain spirits are still in a half-baked state, and what they transform into is neither human nor ghost, half monkey and half human.
Mandrills have been in the lineage for nearly a few hundred years, and there is only one major cultivator who can transform freely, and he is working in a certain organization in charge of the human world, and the remaining mandrills are all half-baked. In order to distinguish them, the people called the former mandrills, and lowered them to a lower level, calling them "dwarf mandrills".
Although the group in charge of the affairs of the human world did not have much contact with Xie Bai and the others, well water does not interfere with river water, and it is not likely that they will see each other for 800 years. But if something happens to those who belong to demon spirits, Xie Bai still has to deal with them. So even if it is a mandrill, it will not be idle and go to Xie Bai by itself, let alone a half-baked dwarf mandrill.
It's really boring.
Xie Baihan squeezed his five fingers violently with a face, and the bones and joints made a few soft sounds.
I saw the black net locking the dwarf mandrill into it with great force and pulled it towards the center with great force, and heard dozens of "plop" sounds stacked together, as if a sharp object had been pressed into the tension net. In the tight flesh. The dwarf mandrill was shattered into pieces by the whole black net in an instant, and scattered with a bang, turning into countless broken spirits, floating in the air.
Xie Bai stretched out his thin and pale fingers, sucked all the broken spirits into his hand, turned them into a dim, round light bead, and put them away with his hands.
When the dwarf mandrill collapsed, a porcelain flask fell to the ground with a bang. Even though the soil on this piece of ground was soft, the thin neck still couldn't withstand the fall, and after rolling twice on the ground, it broke with a "crack".
In the end, there was a shrill cry from men, women, old and young, and dense yin ghosts rushed out of the bottle in an instant, spreading over like a tide, and immediately surrounded Xie Bai in it.
The body of these yin ghosts was chilly and full of resentment, which made Xie Bai's throat choke, and the inexplicable sweet blood rushed straight up, coughing violently.
He supported the tree trunk full of thorns with one hand, coughing so much that he could hardly straighten his back, but the ghosts were getting more and more crowded and tighter, almost wanting to crush him