infinite danger

"If you hear a strange voice calling your name on the road...don't say yes..."

"Otherwise, you will be entangled in dirty things and die endlessly..."

……

"Ji Siwei...Ji Siwei..."

The strange voice seemed to be urging, each sound getting more urgent.

Ji Siwei's heart sank slightly, and when he looked back, he saw a white human-shaped shadow flying past the crowd and disappearing in an instant.

The flame on the torch swayed in the wind. Under the scorching light, faces in white masks turned to Ji Siwei. Their eyes were hidden in the shadows, looking sinister.

In Tianwan Square, after Ji Siwei was awakened by the bald uncle's words, his eyes were opened, and he could see the existence of those things.

Therefore, that white shadow is by no means an illusion.

"I heard someone calling my name."

Ji Siwei looked at the woman with short hair and said in a low voice.

Even though she was wearing the same mask, the short-haired woman didn't have any gloomy feeling on her body.

"You didn't answer, did you?"

The short-haired woman pulled out a dagger from her short boots, twirled it in her hand, and hid it in her wide sleeve.

Seeing this familiar movement, Ji Siwei smiled.

This action confirmed Ji Siwei's guess - the woman with short hair is Ah Ming.

It's just that the appearance is different from the previous copy.

After entering the dungeon, Ji Siwei looked in the mirror, and his current appearance was also different from the last dungeon.

Now the shape of the eyes is flying, the pupils are very light amber, only the iconic canine teeth have not changed.

"No, you should also pay attention."

As Ji Siwei said, he looked at the little mute who was following him in silent mode.

The little mute can't make a sound, Shiro Shadow should have nothing to do with him.

The terrain of Linan Ancient Village is complicated, and the mountain road is uneven. Ji Siwei did not carry a torch, and was bumping along with the night tour team in a wheelchair. It felt like the wheelchair was about to fall apart.

Not long after, the team came to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the stockade. The man wearing the mask with red fangs stopped in front of the tree and made a stop gesture.

Everyone stopped in turn.

Immediately afterwards, with the help of local youths, the red mask lit three pillars of high incense, put them on the stove in front of the banyan tree, shook the brass bell in his hand, and muttered words.

Except for the mantra that the red mask chanted in a low voice, there was only the rustling of the branches in the wind.

Countless silk ribbons of banyan trees swayed with the wind, casting heavy shadows, which made one feel that something else had been mixed into the ranks of the living.

"Ji Siwei...Ji Siwei..."

At this moment, the strange voice sounded again, with a long tail, and the tone was both sad and vicious.

"Come with me...Ji Siwei...follow me out of here..."

The voice said again.

This time the voice was clearer, and the owner of the voice seemed to be getting closer to Ji Siwei.

Ji Siwei clenched the handle of the knife tightly and turned his head again.

Behind him stood a few neat rows of villagers holding torches.

The villagers' teams were very close together, and Ji Siwei's gaze followed the faces wearing white masks...

After a pause, he suddenly met a pair of white eyes with extremely small pupils.

In several masks, there is actually a face without a mouth and a nose.

The face was swollen like a steamed bun of white flour that had been soaked for more than ten days, and two round blush like red plasters were applied on the cheeks.

The bald white face quietly turned to Ji Siwei, tilted his head, and an arc-shaped black hole slowly opened on his face, tilting towards his ears.

It's laughing.

Defiantly, maniacally laughing.

The bean-like pupils kept shrinking, with a greedy and excited look.

"Ji Siwei... come... come and play with me..."

Bai Ying's mouth opened and closed, spit out a sound like a bad signal.

It stretched out its thin hands and swaggered gently.

The body floated off the ground lightly and floated towards the mid-air.

Its body is long and soft, floating in the air, a bit like dancing seaweed.

Seagrass seaweed ~ blown by the wind ~ ~

"Ji Siwei...Ji Siwei...come with me..."

It whirled faintly in mid-air, opened its hands, showing its long and pointed nails, and was about to rush towards Ji Siwei.

Ji Siwei looked up at it, the amber eyes were filled with flames, under the mask, he quietly curled the corners of his lips, and tapped the back of the knife lightly.

With a light twist of the wrist, a ray of red light passed over the blade.

The red light came into his eyes, Bai Ying's pupils shrank suddenly, and he "suddenly stopped" in the air, his hands were spread out stiffly, and he stretched slightly trembling.

The smile on his face couldn't be held anymore, Bai Ying drooped his head in frustration, plunged into the trunk of the old banyan tree, and disappeared immediately.

At this time, it didn't dare to ask Ji Siwei to go with it and play with it.

Some ghosts look fierce and terrifying on the surface, but in fact...

fried.

Ji Siwei and the little puppet are very different in every aspect, but the appearance of scaring the weak ghosts is exactly the same.

After the white shadow escaped, the danger did not completely disappear.

Smelling a pungent smell of blood, Ji Siwei's eyes froze, and he quickly searched for the source of the strange smell.

A drenched woman hung her head down, suspended next to the little mute, unable to see her face clearly, she was crushed by something under her knees, blood dripped on the ground along her rotten and damaged body .

After the ghost died, I don't know how long it was soaked in the water, and the resentment was heavy and fierce.

To be entangled by her is bad luck.

The little mute didn't move, and didn't notice it at all.

Realizing that Ji Siwei was looking at him, the little mute's eyes were bent, probably smiling.

However, when the little mute saw Ji Siwei's eyes clearly, the faint smile in his eyes instantly froze.

The little mute might feel cold, so he raised his hand and rubbed his arms. Looking carefully, he could find that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Can it not be cold, the bloody female ghost is almost sticking to him.

The little mute's hand passed through the female ghost's body, his body temperature dropped sharply, even the palms of his hands began to turn white, and his body became a little uncontrollable. He noticed something strange, and looked at Ji Siwei's eyes, a little at a loss.

At this moment, a pair of bluish-white slender palms wearing silver rings lightly caressed the mask of the little mute, and was about to take off the mask.

"Hands off."

The voice was neither loud nor low, but the tone was so indifferent that the listener's heart trembled.

The next moment, the black long knife whizzed away with the sound of the wind, and slashed straight at the female ghost with a broken leg who kept sticking to the little mute.

Right now, the little mute can only trust Ji Siwei. When Ji Siwei swung a knife at him, he closed his eyes but didn't take a step back.

Red blood mist gushes out from the palm, wraps around the blade, and draws a large complex totem on it.

The female ghost with a broken leg suddenly withdrew her arm, her whole body was pushed hard by an invisible force, and fell heavily to the ground.

That force forced the female ghost with a broken leg to walk several meters backwards, creating a trail of blood on the ground.

The female ghost with a broken leg groaned in pain, her hands were placed on the ground at a strange angle, and she struggled to get up. Under her long wet hair, a small piece of pale skin and a green glinting eye were revealed. , looking at Ji Siwei unwillingly.

Ji Siwei raised his blade calmly.

The female ghost with a broken leg's eyes trembled heavily, she quickly turned her back, staggered into the air, and disappeared into the night.

The biting cold seemed to disappear out of thin air, the little mute opened his eyes, and subconsciously turned his gaze to Ji Siwei again.

He was sitting in the wheelchair without moving an inch, his hands were firmly holding the handle of the knife wrapped with red thread, the fire light flowed on the white mask, and there was a cloud of blood mist flickering in the dark eyes.

There was a hint of surprise in the little mute's eyes——do ordinary people's eyes glow red?

"It's okay, she left."

Ji Siwei put away the long knife and said calmly.

The blood mist in the eyes gradually subsided.

"Little brother, what were you doing just now?"

A village representative came over, imitating Ji Siwei's posture, using his hand as a knife, and slashed in the air, his tone very puzzled.

The villagers couldn't see the female ghost with a broken leg. In their eyes, Ji Siwei just slashed into the air suddenly.

"mosquito."

Ji Siwei replied calmly.

Villager: "You want to use such a long knife to beat a mosquito?"

Ji Siwei: "Short hands."

Villager: "..."

"You have become stronger." Ah Ming shook his head, with a light smile in his voice: "The ability to open your eyes and tell nonsense has also improved."

……

After worshiping the old banyan tree, the red mask led the team out of the village again.

Looking at the direction, it should be going to the cemetery.