buried alive in it.
These yin ghosts can be known by just a cursory glance, whether they died violently or in vain, and the death conditions are more difficult to see than the other, but before the first seven days, they were captured together by the dwarf mandrill. In a broken porcelain vase, complaints add to complaints.
Fortunately, Xie Bai brought the shadows of hundreds of fierce ghosts with him, and if he had to replace them with weaker ones, these crazy ghosts could swallow them up in an instant, leaving no bones left.
Xie Bai coughed more and more, and drove away those ghosts with one hand, but he had no choice but to drive two and then three came up, and after five, ten rushed up. For a moment, he almost suspected that the dwarf mandrill had tied all the dead ghosts and dead ghosts who hadn't passed the top seven from all over the world.
Chapter 20
The black cat held tightly in his arms brushed its fur all over, and suddenly barked several times in a hoarse voice.
In the end, there was a sound of "Hoo—", and the hundred and eighty ghosts covering Xie Bai's face like a tide were torn into two at the same moment, and the howling was so sharp that it could almost pierce the eardrums. Less than half.
Xie Bai, who was bending over and coughing almost uncontrollably, suddenly saw a hand stretched out in front of him.
His eyes were full of physiological moisture, wet and blurred, he could hardly see the outline of that hand, only a piece of whiteness that passed by.
Almost subconsciously, Xie Bai stretched out his hand without hesitation, and grabbed the palm. He supported most of his weight, and unconsciously grasped the other hand holding the tree trunk because of coughing, and almost didn't feel that the sharp wooden thorns on the bark scratched his fingertips.
He coughed until his eardrums were flushed with blood, and the "chug" heartbeat was suddenly magnified a hundred times, as if it was pulsating against the blood vessels next to the eardrum, so that he couldn't hear other sounds at all, and couldn't care about other things.
When he finally got over the breath and straightened his body, he realized that those ghosts who were whistling and tsunami had all been torn apart, scattered on the ground shapelessly, and those sharp cries were blown away by the mountain wind , and then gradually dissipated and could no longer be heard. And his hand, which had been scratched several times by the wooden thorn, was also held in the palm of his hand.
He gasped lightly, while breathing calmly, while maintaining the posture of lowering his head, his naturally lowered eyes fell on the hand holding his hands. The mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the outline of that hand gradually became clear... In fact, he could still recognize it even if the outline was blurred.
Xie Bai's lips moved, and he called out in a hoarse voice: "Yin Wushu..."
"Hmm." The person in front of him was picking out a few wooden thorns that his fingertips had stuck into for him, and he responded casually, his voice low and deep.
Xie Bai raised his head to look at him, and saw that he had changed into a black overcoat with the front buttons unbuttoned, and inside was a smoky blue fine-striped shirt. The overcoat was stained with the moisture of the night, but it didn't feel dusty at all. Just passing by, it's like taking a break.
"Okay." Yin Wushu cleaned up the last bit of wood thorns, raised his head and said, "Don't touch any tree next time, isn't the blood on your hand very beautiful?"
The back of Xie Bai's hands felt cold, only then did he realize that he had let go of his hands.
A group of furry things rubbed over his ankles, jumped onto Xie Bai's coat pocket in twos and jumped onto his shoulders, and rubbed against the side of his face, feeling warm.
Xie Bai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the little black cat on his shoulder, and then at Yin Wushu in front of him, for a moment he didn't know what to say.
On the contrary, Yin Wushu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the little black cat and said, "You raised it?"
His expression looked so natural, so natural that Xie Bai almost overturned all his previous guesses about the black cat.
Xie Bai let out a "hmm", raised his hand and rubbed the kitten's back, squeezed the soft skin on the back of its neck, hugged it again, and said, "I picked it up a while ago."
For a moment, he hardly knew what kind of mood he should use to treat this kitten. He can lie to others, but he can't lie to himself. A large part of the reason why he is special to this little black cat is that he feels that it has something to do with Yin Wushu.
"Boss, over there—eh? My lord, why are you here?" Lidong suddenly turned around from a road on the side of the mountain, probably to say something to Yin Wushu, but just halfway through talking, he saw Xie Bai in front of Yin Wushu.
"Did I come at the wrong time?" Lidong stopped silently two meters away, looking at the two hesitantly.
When his eyes swept over the little black cat in Xie Bai's arms, he was slightly taken aback, and then quickly glanced at Yin Wushu. That glance was almost subconscious, and the speed was so fast that he might not even notice it, but Xie Bai didn't touch the ground at all.