A psychic person is similar to a psychic constitution. If he concentrates his mental power in his eyes, he can see things that do not exist in the real world. The energy of the general soul body is relatively weak and cannot show its original shape, but the ghost is a super energy body. As long as Shu carefully distinguishes it, you can still see the appearance of the debt collector. The other party is not strong enough now, and the so-called entity is just an indistinct figure, looking dry and thin, very wretched. He didn't seem to be willing to give up this body, and often flew up and down around Youshu, shouting, "Give me back the body! This pair of skins should belong to me!" Then he stretched out his hand and pushed it. .
Youshu felt that his skin was extremely cold, but there was nothing he could do about him. He could only pretend that he didn't see or hear anything. The fog on the debt collector's body is getting thicker day by day, and the facial features are becoming clearer day by day. In contrast, some people in Yushui Village began to experience symptoms such as dizziness, lack of energy, and thin body.
Youshu knew that they were also entangled by debt collectors, because they didn't have mental power to protect their bodies, and they would be sucked out of yang energy. If they continued, they would die. Youshu can't save them, in fact, he can't even save himself. Specter is growing, but his spiritual power is stagnant. No matter how much he meditates, he can't improve quickly. Maybe in a few years, this Specter will kill him.
So he distributed the maltose that Song's mother made for him to the children in the village, and asked them to spread the news about the ghosts nearby. He did it so skillfully that when the adults asked, they didn't know why the rumors started. Whether there are ghosts in the village, the people next to them don't know, but the unfortunate people who are haunted by ghosts are all startled, and then suddenly realize.
It didn't take long for a few families to jointly fund and invite a "high-level Taoist" mage to walk from the beginning of the village to the end of the village with a compass. When they passed by their house, You Shu was pinching a piece of maltose and licking it intently. He saw the ghost following behind the mage, with its long tongue inserted into the mage's Tianling cover, as if it was sucking something.
The mood that Shu had been looking forward to was instantly dashed. This mage is obviously a liar, and he doesn't even notice the ghosts, so how can he catch ghosts? However, he pretended to be serious on the surface. He held a peach wood sword and danced for half an hour, and then sprayed the candlestick with wine, igniting a huge flame, which attracted repeated applause from the villagers.
You Shu stood at the outermost edge of the crowd. After licking the maltose, she took out a candied fruit from her pocket and slowly sucked the sweet juice in her mouth, shaking her head and walking away. That night, someone found the mage's body in the vegetable field at the east end of the village. His clothes were stained with alcohol, and he seemed to be drunk and fell to his death.
Song Mama and Bai Shao whispered together, saying that the teacher died in a wicked way. You Shu pulled away from her meditation, her little brows furrowed tightly, her expression very solemn. Although the debt collector had grievances before, it was not strong. Now that he is involved in human life, will the grievances mutate? You must know that ghosts, like zombies, are also graded, and whether there is human life in their hands is an important criterion for judging their degree of danger.
You Shu knows that this ghost is becoming more and more dangerous, and she must find a way to save herself as soon as possible. He never thought of communicating with the other party, and reasoning with a ghost is like praying for zombies not to eat people, which is simply wishful thinking. He didn't know the yin and yang technique, didn't know how to catch ghosts, and he didn't know where to learn, so he had to pick up Song's mother's Buddhist scriptures and recite them silently all day long. However, he was originally an atheist and had no devotion to the Buddha, so the scriptures he recited became ordinary words, which did not work against the ghosts.
After two months like this, three people died one after another in the village, people panicked and rumors spread. Youshu didn't dare to go out at this time, because the Specter Gayin had completely transformed into a human form, and was no longer a cloud of erratic mist. He often pushes him into the pond when he is unprepared, or smashes heavy objects placed on high places on his head. Fortunately, Shu came from the apocalypse and had full survival skills. After falling into the pond, she swam back, and when the heavy objects fell, she narrowly avoided it, but she was seriously ill when she returned, and her high fever persisted for more than ten days.
Song's mother was terrified, and she paid a lot of money to hire a famous doctor from Liangzhou City to diagnose and treat the young master. She also bought a small mountain ginseng tonic, and she could only save the person by digging out the whole family.
Yu Shu has lost a lot of weight after recovering from her illness. Her cheeks are sunken and her skin is sallow. She has lost her former agility and looks like a skin monkey. He was quieter than before, and he read the Buddhist scriptures all day long without speaking or expression, which made Mama Song and Bai Shao anxious.
This day is the birthday of Sakyamuni, and the Kaiyuan Temple will hold a grand banquet. Mother Song and Bai Shao saved some sesame oil money and plan to pray for the young master. The three took an ox cart to the temple, where the crowd was full of people, and the yang was extremely prosperous. Specter survives by inhaling yang qi, but that is only for individuals. If the yang qi of tens of thousands of people gathers together, it will cause great harm to them.
As soon as Li Gui saw the fiery red yang energy rising in the air, he immediately hid in fright. Yushu felt the chill clinging to her back instantly disappeared, and she forcibly resisted the desire to look back. He grabbed the corner of Mother Song's clothes and followed her to the front hall. Mother Song had already prepared to worship hundreds of Buddha statues in the temple and pray for the young master. Worried that she would be tired of him, she asked Bai Shao to take him out to play.
Bai Shao took You Shu out of the hall, and saw a lottery fortune-telling booth next to it. She felt itchy for a while, so she took out a copper plate and bought a bunch of candied haws for the young master, let him stand aside and wait, and then bought another one Lucky bag, went to hang under the linden tree in the outer courtyard.
Youshu stood in the open space outside the hall, licking the sugar gourd expressionlessly, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in her back. She turned her head to look, but saw a group of children from Yushui Village standing not far away, holding hands in her hands. Snowball smashed at himself, giggling while smashing, "Fool, come here, come after us."
You Shu lived to fifteen years old in his last life, and his personality was extremely quiet. How could he play with a group of little kids? He turned his head and continued to lick the candied haws expressionlessly. A group of children refused to give up, deliberately squeezed the snowball as hard as a stone, and smashed it at him. You Shu couldn't avoid the dense snowballs, so he had to run around, while scanning the surroundings to see if there was a place to hide.
Surrounded by flat ground, there is no shelter. You Shu wanted to run into the hall, but saw several children standing at the door, blocking the way, with malicious smiles on their faces. There is a high wall to the south, and there is no way out. There is only a big bamboo basket in the corner, and I don't know who left it. Shu couldn't, so she had to run over, turn the big bamboo basket over, and hold herself. The rain-like snowballs hit the bamboo basket, making a crackling sound, and fine snowdrops got in through the cracks and splashed on his face, making him shiver.
When a group of children saw Youshu, they just avoided and did not resist. They felt the thrill of bullying more and more. After smashing snowballs, they picked up a wooden stick and planned to open the bamboo basket and beat Youshu. Youshu squatted in a bamboo basket and licked the candied haws expressionlessly. People who have experienced the end of the world deeply understand a truth. No matter how critical the situation is, they should not throw away their food when running for their lives. So Shu Shu ran around the open space for a while, and the candied haws in his hand were still firmly squeezed.
Under the eaves of the Daxiong Palace, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was squinting at the farce. He stands tall, and his clothes are in style. His immature facial features have revealed a peerless appearance, and his extravagance is even more daring to look at. Two sturdy entourages were guarding the left and right, and they looked alert.
"Master, do you want to drive them away?" one of them asked in a low voice.
"No, it's quite interesting." The young man waved his hand. "This is the way of the world. It's nothing more than bullying the inferior, bullying the weak, and even three-year-olds are not immune from the commonplace."
"Master, who is going to save the child?" Another person stepped forward.
"If you can't die, what can you save?" The boy's tone was cold and his expression was very indifferent.
Not far away, a group of children were about to open the bamboo baskets and beat them violently with sticks. Suddenly, Shu suddenly stood up against the bamboo baskets, quickly grabbed one of the children's wooden sticks, and hit him hard on his legs. The man fell to the ground in response, hugging his legs and wailing. The rest of the people rushed to help, but Shu was like a little turtle, knocking with a bamboo basket on his back, and knocking down all the children in a few strokes. Although his soul is fifteen years old, his body is only five years old, younger than these children. These kids can beat him up, why can't he fight back
You Shu beat up a group of bear children to the point of crying, then walked to the lead child, grabbed a few handfuls of snow, and poured it into each other's clothes. The boy screamed terribly, desperately digging out the snow as he cried. Youshu picked up the candied haws that had fallen on the snow, blew it, and walked away, still showing no expression on her face. When he walked to a place where no one was there, he suddenly felt a cold wind blow, and then a big hand pressed down on the back of his head, pressing it into the thick snow that had not yet been cleaned.
Snowballs blocked her nose and mouth, making it difficult for You Shu to breathe. The brain begins to show symptoms of hypoxia, and consciousness gradually blurs. He vaguely heard a resentful voice whispering in his ear, "My name has long been imprinted on King Yama's life and death book, but you have taken my body and made me a lonely ghost! , you have to collect the debt for me, and now the forty taels of silver have been spent, you can die!" After the words were finished, he pressed Youshu into the snow with more force.
Youshu struggled desperately, but to no avail. Seeing that he was about to die, Li Gui suddenly said in horror, "Purple dragon energy? How can there be someone with purple dragon energy here?"
The big hand on the back of the head disappeared in an instant, You Shu hurriedly turned over and sat up, gasping for breath, her small face turned into a pig liver color. At the same time, a pair of black soap boots approached step by step, standing three meters in front of him.
"Why did you bury yourself in a snowdrift?" The visitor stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyebrows raised slightly, showing a bit of curiosity.