The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Master Liaokong, open the door quickly. Miss Xier is injured." Bai Chi carried Xier on his back with difficulty, holding her arm with one hand, while holding the sword to fend off the approaching vengeful spirit, and banging on the closed door frantically.

Xier cried in fear, trembling on his back, "My dear, I am scared."

"Don't be afraid, my husband is here and will protect you."

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing, it's neither human nor ghost."

Bai Chi looked at the horrible and twisted ghost that kept pouncing on him with sharp fingers, and shuddered, cursing constantly to give himself courage.

"Master Liaokong, are you in there? Please open the door!"

"Amitabha, well done, well done.

As long as the person outside is one of our own people, we should not stand by and watch him die. If you do not want to stay here, you can leave on your own."

Liaokong looked compassionate and bowed to him gently. His tone was soft but his attitude was extremely firm.

"Damn it, if you weren't the only one who could solve this problem, why would I have to stay here with these rabble and endure their bullying?"

The man yelled with curses in displeasure, his scarred face glaring fiercely at the ordinary person huddled in the corner.

"Open it, open it. I owe you this. You saved me, so I won't let you face this alone."

As he spoke, he clenched the butcher knife that had killed countless people in his hand, swallowed, and watched nervously as Luo Kong pushed the door open.

I heard that a knife that has been used to kill people is full of evil spirits and can kill ghosts and gods. I hope it can be of some use, and not be completely untouchable like before.

Bai Chi, who was outside the door, found that he hadn't heard any sound for a long time, and began to panic. He hardened his heart and started kicking the door.

Suddenly the door opened with a creak.

This slight movement sounded like thunder to those who practiced martial arts.

A light of salvation burst out in his eyes, and then he fell into dead silence in an instant.

A bright red wedding banner was pasted on the door, bright red silk fluttered in the wind, a dark red screen stood in the room, and ghosts of a wedding banquet were making a lot of noise on the side of the hall.

This was the wedding room where he had just escaped with his bridesmaid.

"Dear groom, the auspicious time has arrived. Please remove the wedding veil, drink the wedding wine, and enter the bridal chamber." An old voice sounded vaguely.

Bai Chi only felt his hands and feet go cold, and he walked towards the wedding table like a puppet, picked up the wedding scale, walked to the wedding scale that had come down from his body at some point, and sat properly in front of the bride's mother on the big red wedding bed.

She mechanically raised a joyful smile and lifted her veil, revealing a beautiful, charming and sweet smile.

"Husband, it's getting late. Let's drink some wine and rest, shall we?"

Xier said this, as if she didn't see anything unusual. She took the initiative to pick up the wine glasses for the two of them and drank them all in one gulp.

With a click, the door of the wedding room was closed tightly. "The wedding wine has been drunk, and it's time to enter the bridal chamber~~"

Master Liaokong looked at the empty door, was silent for a while, and then closed it again in an instant.

The man also breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the ground, and the butcher knife fell to the ground.

"Hehe~~, are you looking for me?"

"We are always with you! What are you afraid of?

The man suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past his ears, and he instantly tightened his grip on the butcher knife beside him. However, the feeling in his hand was no longer cold and hard, but slippery, sticky and cold.

He looked at his hand in doubt, only to find that what he was holding was not a knife, but a piece of unknown minced meat that was still moving. Shadow could see that it was an organ of the human body.

"Ahh... Ghost! Ghost!" He jumped three feet high and instantly jumped onto Master Kong, clinging to him tightly. "Master, there is a ghost!"

"Amitabha, good, good, benefactor, you must have seen it wrong, there are only three of us here, there is nothing else!"

Master Liaokong looked at the empty place and spoke in confusion.

"How is it possible? I clearly touched flesh and blood just now." The man opened his eyes and looked towards the place where he had just sat in surprise and suspicion, but there was indeed nothing.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?" He scratched his head awkwardly, looked at his clean white hands, which were nothing but dust, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Chong looked at him unhappily as he made a fuss, and shouted coldly, "Come down."

The man then realized how rude his behavior was. He had his legs wrapped around the other person's waist and his hands on the other person's shoulders, just like a child.

Fortunately, it was Master Lekong. If it was someone else, he would probably have been beaten to death.

While saying sorry, he slid down obediently and bowed to the two of them, acting like a gentleman, as if the one who was shouting just now was not him.

"I am Qianmian Langjun Qianmian. Thank you Master Kong and Hero Hu Chong for saving me."

"Amitabha, well, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, the Thousand-Faced Donor." Liaokong performed a Buddhist salute to express his greetings.

"We have stayed here long enough, we should go out and see them."

Qianmian looked at the people gathered in the corner in a tangled manner and asked, "But what about them?"

"Are you possessed? There are only three of us here. Where did the others come from?" Hu Chong was also panicked by his nervousness and roared angrily.

"But there are obviously a lot of people here!" Qianmian said somewhat aggrievedly, and suddenly realized something, and looked at those people with a stiff body.

Phew, fortunately, they are all normal people...what normal people are there?

Who said the good guys were pieces of flesh and blood, still flowing around the room, with their facial features flying around and screaming loudly.

"Give me my life, give me my life..."

"My dear, where are you? My dear..."

"Little brother, I like you, can you be my groom?"

Qianmian was so frightened that he kicked his legs, rolled his eyes and fainted instantly.

"I am dying of laughter. Qianmian, that fearless kid, is actually afraid of ghosts and was even frightened by an illusion."

Nan Zhiyi sat on the roof and looked at the scene inside the room. She patted Qian Yujun's shoulder and laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

At this time, Master Lekong also reacted. The Thousand-Faced Donor might have been tricked without knowing when and had hallucinations.

Hu Chong caught the person faster than him, slowly put him on the ground, and patted his clothes with a look of disgust.

What a useless guy who is a drag. I don't know what the master is thinking. He always likes to save such trash.

Perhaps his look of disdain was too explicit, and Master Lekong couldn't help but stare at him.

Later, I remembered that I was not the other party's master and should not interfere too much, so I held back and said nothing, just spinning my Buddhist beads.

"Let's go. Who knows where that ghost has gone? Don't let her escape." Qian Yujun pulled Nan Zhiyi with some unhappiness, and looked at Qian Mian with some displeasure.

"Don't worry, she is trapped here by my formation. She can't escape with her level of Taoism.

But if the Qingyi hero encounters him, he might be in danger, shall we go find him?"