Qingyue Temple

"jingle……"

"jingle……"

The bell rang very regularly, endlessly.

Fang Shanshui sat in front of the straw figure tied with seven red strings and rang the bell. At first the straw man didn't respond. Fang Shanshui continued unhurriedly. After shaking for a hundred times, Li Ronghao suddenly saw the red rope tied on the straw man's body. The rope began to fall and oscillate with the sound of the bell, as if being blown by the wind or stirred by electric current.

Li Ronghao was inexplicably sleepy when he heard the ringtone, and almost fell asleep several times. Fang Shanshui found out in time, and stuck a soul-suppressing charm on Li Ronghao's forehead, and Li Ronghao stopped the desire to yawn.

Li Ronghao was no longer sleepy, but seeing Fang Shanshui rang the bell with all his heart, for more than half an hour, he couldn't help feeling bored.

Tired of watching, but Fang Shanshui still didn't have the slightest intention to stop, Li Ronghao couldn't help asking: "Uncle? How long are you going to shake it? What's the use of shaking it?"

Fang Shanshui: "It's useful. The red string is tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Once the red string falls off, it means that the soul of the sorcerer has been brought by me. I just keep shaking him, and sooner or later he will be shaken to death. San, he can't escape even with the substitute technique."

Fang Shanshui explained it seriously, as if he was not talking about evil things that harm people, but serious things like scientific research.

Li Ronghao's face froze, but then he felt that it would be cool to kill the enemy so thousands of miles away. Of course, he should have imagined Fang Shanshui's mighty sword to take the enemy's head, instead of sitting here like this Hours bell.

Li Ronghao said insincerely: "It's pretty good, but it's a waste of time."

Fang Shanshui was also a little pity, "dingling" "dingling" said: "The main reason is that I didn't get the hair and blood of the mage, and traced Zhao Ke's blood to find him, but the effect was always poor when I did it. several times."

Li Ronghao suddenly saw that the red rope on one hand of the straw man was loose, "Uncle! It's moving!"

Fang Shanshui also sat upright immediately, and stopped chatting with Li Ronghao. He opened and closed his mouth as if he was chanting some spell to match the ringing of the bell.

The ringtone floated far away leisurely.

jingle……

jingle……

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The black-clothed mage covered his nephew's breath, and made a double with a double talisman, but for some reason, the irritability in his heart became stronger little by little.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone playing music nearby, and thought it was the young people in the surrounding villas having a party.

However, something always feels wrong...

Zhao Ke, who was lying on the bed, suddenly said: "Grand Su, have you heard the bell monk?"

The black-clothed mage frowned: "A bell?"

"Yeah, jingle, jingle, it's getting louder and louder." Zhao Ke looked a little solemn, as if someone was ringing a bell by his ear.

As soon as the mage in black heard what Zhao Ke said, the murky sound of music in his ears suddenly became clear and turned into bursts of mourning bells.

But no, if that kid surnamed Fang is doing something to Zhao Ke, only Zhao Ke should be able to hear it, why can he even hear it! ?

"No, someone is doing this to me!" The black-clothed mage was startled, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue, holding the cane 'duo duo' and knocking on the ground, muttering a spell quickly, trying to get out of it. Waking up from the evil.

But it was useless, the ringtone seemed to come from the depths of consciousness, directly connecting to the soul of the mage in black.

The mage in black who was chanting the incantation couldn't restrain himself, and when the incantation stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood frantically.

jingle……

jingle……

Every time it rings, the black-clothed mage feels as if his soul is in turmoil, and he can barely suppress it once or twice, but the ringing is like a wave, and there is no end at all. Shake it apart.

Now the mage in black finally knew what the enemy was trying to do to him, and all of his souls froze, and he said in horror, "Soul-destroying bell!"

The mage in black couldn't figure it out. With his caution, it was impossible for anything to fall into the enemy's hands. His haircut and change of clothes were not even touched by Zhao Ke. How could this be the case.

"Ke'er, go and look around to see if there are any outsiders intruding in the villa." The mage in black looked up, and suddenly found that Zhao Ke had passed out on the bed, and his face turned pale.

Zhao Ke was implicated by him this time. He thought that the boy surnamed Fang would attack Zhao Ke if he got Zhao Ke's tooth blood, so he used his breath to cover Zhao Ke. Unexpectedly, he was the one who was assassinated by others. Now, Zhao Ke, who was carrying his aura, was naturally also targeted.

Zhao Ke didn't have the cultivation base of a mage, so he couldn't resist the impact of the dementor bell, and his soul had already begun to turmoil.

The black-clothed mage suppressed the spirit that kept vibrating with the bell, pulled off a wooden pendant from his chest, drew a few strokes on it with blood with trembling hands, and then threw it on the ground, "Go, find the person who cast the spell on me." Man, kill him!"

A puff of cold black smoke suddenly rose from the wooden sign, and after a burst of giggling children's strange laughter, one or two small footprints suddenly appeared around the wooden sign and walked out. The distance between the footprints became larger and larger until they disappeared.

The mage in black spat blood again, and wanted to draw a blood talisman on his forehead with blood, but his hands trembled a little bit, so the mage could only use perseverance to suppress the turmoil in his soul.

He didn't expect this ghost servant to really kill the person behind it, but as long as he could make trouble for that person and make him stop the soul-destroying bell, it would give him a chance to breathe.

The ghost servant was sacrificed by his blood and soul just like Xun, and now someone is doing something to him, no matter where the person is, the ghost servant can follow the cause and effect to find this person.

The mage in black was waiting for the good news from the ghost servant, but he didn't want to suddenly feel palpitated. The ghost servant who had just been sent out lost contact in an instant!

The spirit that was already on the verge of collapse was hit again, the mage's eyes widened, and it was too late to do anything to remedy it, just like Zhao Ke, he passed out in a coma.

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jingle……

"It's gone! It's gone!" Li Ronghao yelled suddenly.

At this time, a red rope on the wrist of the straw man slowly slipped down and landed on the ground covered with patterns, and then the red rope turned into a figure, the red rope was about an inch long, and the figure formed by the red rope The phantom was only one inch long, but for some reason, the figure was split into two and turned into two people.

Li Ronghao took a look, hey, these two people look familiar, one is Zhao Ke seen in the water mirror, and the other is the head that appeared on the straw man's head just now.

Although I don't know why even Zhao Ke got it together, but since they are all enemies, there is nothing unhappy about buying one and getting two free.

Fang Shanshui was a little happy, and said to Li Ronghao: "Help me disturb them, don't let them have time to be quiet, I will continue to ring the bell and kill him."

"Ah?" Li Ronghao was a little confused, "How can I interfere?"

"They can feel the fire and the wind, but they can't see us." Fang Shanshui continued to ring the bell.

Li Ronghao carefully understood Fang Shanshui's words, and then he had an idea in an instant, and happily prepared things to make trouble.

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Somehow, Zhao Ke came to a world of white mist, the ground is covered with endless red soil, the red is deep and shallow, it looks like dried blood.

Zhao Ke remembered that he was still lying on the bed in the villa a moment ago, and came here as soon as he fell asleep. Is this a dream?

"Cough cough."

Zhao Ke turned around when he heard the voice, saw his uncle, and immediately felt relieved.

Zhao Ke: "Uncle, where are we?"

The black-clothed mage spoke coldly: "Our souls have been taken into the formation now."

Zhao Ke didn't understand the meaning of the mage in black, but felt that something was wrong, and before he had time to ask what to do, suddenly, a large pile of fireballs appeared in the sky like a meteor shower, and they fell on the heads of Zhao Ke and the mage in black. Hitting it down, this doomsday-like scene scared Zhao Ke into a daze.

The black-clothed mage quickly pulled Zhao Ke: "What are you doing in a daze, hide!"

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Li Ronghao held the yellow paper used to send money to the dead, and kept shaking the ashes down while burning, watching the two villains in the pattern that caused his father to have a car accident, being burned all over the ground by the ashes Rolling around, I really don't feel too happy, and then he feels that he can be more imaginative!After burning for a while, Li Ronghao sprinkled the crushed ice dug out of the refrigerator on the heads of the two of them.

The two souls in the formation were hit by a meteor shower, and hit by hail the size of a human head. Their lives were like death.

Li Ronghao also found the hair dryer left by the landlord from this old house, turned it on to the high speed and blow it on the two little souls, like the hot wind erupting from a volcanic crater, the two souls were blown away and fell to the ground. white.

But Zhao Ke and the black mage were tossed to death.

Fang Shanshui, who was ringing the bell, couldn't help but stare blankly, opened his mouth slightly, and almost forgot to ring the bell. Compared to his poor fellow who only used candles to catch fire, Li Ronghao is simply a genius!

The black cat ran over again at some point, and squatted beside Fang Shanshui, with a shocked expression similar to Fang Shanshui's. The pitch-black big black looked at Li Ronghao, and seemed a little eager to play with Li Ronghao.

Seeing that Li Ronghao was in high spirits, and seemed to want to remove a wire to power on Zhao Ke and the mage, Fang Shanshui silently lit a candle for the two little souls in the pattern in his heart.

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Under the gray sky, I don't know where I went.

Low bungalows, bicycles going back and forth, strangers.

Some, deja vu.

However, apart from his cave and coffin, he should not have seen any other scenery.

In doubt, he saw a child.

The child's face was severely burned, and half of his face was going to rot. I don't know if he couldn't feel the pain, or the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to touch the wound on his face. The child's face was expressionless and indifferent.

The child lowered his head and forced people to leave. Except for him, no one paid attention to the child.

He watched the child go to the garbage dump in the corner alley by himself, found a broken refrigerator with no door on the ground, climbed onto the refrigerator and lay down, picked up a rotten newspaper from the garbage dump, and covered himself The rotting head and face seemed to be picking up a corpse for himself, and two cold and purple calves were exposed under the newspaper.

He suddenly had some strange feelings.

I don't know what it feels like, it's just uncomfortable.

I want to hug that baby...

At least, put the child in his own coffin without lying outside, covered only by rotten newspaper—his coffin had a lid.

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In the darkness, the figure lying quietly in the coffin suddenly moved its long and pointed nails, and a black shadow like a ball of wool suddenly trembled and shrank, until the nails became quiet again, and the shadow group stopped trembling.