Raising ghosts is risky

Late at night, haunted by nightmares, made Xing Zhan miserable.

He dreamed that he was walking in the endless darkness, and he couldn't find a way out no matter which direction he went, but he couldn't stop, even if he was exhausted, he could only keep going.Finally, he saw a ray of light in the distance, so he ran towards the light source, but the light was always in the distance, and he couldn't get close to it, but he still didn't stop, dragging his tired body and stumbling.In the end, his feet softened and he fell on his back, but instead of falling on the expected ground, he kept falling.

He fell into the abyss, flailing his limbs but couldn't catch anything.I don't know how long it has been falling, it seems that I will fall into the center of the earth, suddenly there is a stabbing pain in my back, and the sharp pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Xing Zhan sat up in shock, sweating profusely.

After taking a few breaths, Xing Zhan was still in shock. He staggered to the table and groped to find a cup and a kettle to pour water.More than half of the water was splashed, but Xing Zhan didn't care about that much, and poured cold water down his throat.After drinking several cups in a row, Xing Zhan finally managed to calm down the heat in his body.

Gong Mu has been away for more than a month, during this time Xing Zhan will repeat this nightmare every night, no matter it is day or night, as long as he closes his eyes, the nightmare will repeat itself within a short while.

His back was still hot and painful, as if he was being burned by fire, and he was very restless. Xing Zhan took a cold shower and lay on the bed covered in moisture, but soon he became hot and sweated again.

It would be great if Gong Mu was here.

At that moment, Xing Zhan found himself missing him a little bit.

The quality of sleep is not good, he is always alert anytime and anywhere, even if he falls asleep, it is shallow, which makes Xing Zhan feel groggy, and he has to sleep until noon to barely get enough sleep.

Beating his head and yawning, Xing Zhan went downstairs and sat listlessly in front of the counter, asking Lang Qian to bring him something to eat.After sitting for a while, I felt sleepy again, propped my head up and dozed off unconsciously.

The darkness enveloped him again, and this time Xing Zhan woke up before the nightmare started.

Xing Zhan breathed a sigh of relief as he was still at Shuiyueren's house, but felt something was wrong in the next second.

Why did Lang Qian go for so long?It's just going to the kitchen to get some snacks. After two or three minutes, I almost fell asleep. Why hasn't he come back yet?

Looking around, my heart felt cold.The teahouse that was bustling just now was quiet and there was no one there. Where did those guests go?Could it be that I am dazzled?

It wasn't that there was no one there. In the silence, someone sat on the sofa drinking tea with his back facing him, sometimes looking at the street scene, and sometimes bowing his head to drink tea.

what happened?Did you fall into another dream?Xing Zhan closed his eyes hard, but when he opened his eyes, he still saw the empty tea house and the man's back.

Xing Zhan frowned, got up and went upstairs, obviously he should have reached the second floor, but when his eyes blurred and the scene changed, Xing Zhan found that he was still on the first floor.

Hired!Xing Zhan touched his chin with a sneer, but instead he was relieved and cheered up.

It seems that he won't be able to die.Xing Zhan took a deep breath and walked straight to the man.

Walking to the front of that person, what caught his eyes was a handsome face, but he didn't recognize him.Xing Zhan was slightly taken aback, then looked at it carefully, and felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

The man nodded and smiled at Xing Zhan, and made a gesture of please.

Xing Zhan sat opposite him unceremoniously: "Why drink tea alone?"

The man's voice was as good as his appearance: "Wait for someone."

"Wait for who?"

When Xing Zhan asked this sentence, he expected an answer. Sure enough, the man paused and said, "You."

When the man uttered the word you, Xing Zhan heard a bang in his head, as if a gust of wind swept through his mind, blowing away the enveloping fog.

He is a taboo ghost!Xing Zhan knew it all of a sudden.

But instead of being surprised, Xing Zhan laughed a few times: "Ghost messengers searched for you all over the world. Fortunately, you came to the door yourself."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Hua Jigui asked.

"Do I need to be afraid of you?" Xing Zhan asked back.

Hua Jigui smiled charmingly: "Yes, don't be afraid of me, I'm just here to ask you for help."

"Help?" Xing Zhan frowned.

Hua Jigui took a sip of tea leisurely: "If there is a person who has been suffering and being punished for you, do you think you should rescue him at all costs?"

Xing Zhan looked at him coldly and didn't talk to him at all.

Hua Jigui looked out the window with a melancholy expression: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him in almost 3000 years."

Xing Zhan looked out along his line of sight, the whole street was gray, as if covered by a layer of gray fog, silent and uninhabited.

"So..." Hua Jigui stared at Xing Zhan, "Will you do me this favor?"

No!Xing Zhan flatly refused, he opened his mouth but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.

When he was surprised, there was a heavy weight on his wrist, and Hua Jigui clasped Xing Zhan's wrist.

"Has anyone ever told you that your celestial root is still intact?" Hua Jigui cracked the corner of his mouth, his handsome face was instantly destroyed, revealing his usual ghostly face.

Xing Zhan recalled what Judgment Cui had said to him, but he had no time to think about it at the moment. He twitched his arm vigorously, but Hua Jigui's hands locked him firmly like shackles.

The ghost of Huaji revealed a ferocious expression: "Now I have everything ready, I only owe Dongfeng, lend me my celestial root, and help me achieve consummation!"

"What are you talking about!" Xing Zhan struggled and finally yelled out.

The ghost face tattoo on the back was suddenly in severe pain, exceeding the limit in an instant, Xing Zhan's eyes went dark, he lost consciousness, and the safety button on his chest exploded with a bang.

In Cang's warehouse, Song Youxuan was sitting alone in the living room.

He was fiddling with a jade puppet in his hand. The puppet's facial features were blurred, and the carving was ordinary. The only thing special was the birth date engraved on the back.The cold jade was warmed by the palm of his hand, and he stroked it lightly, with a gentle expression that dripped water.

After a long time, he put down the puppet, rolled up his sleeves, and there was a sore on his arm that was bleeding pus.It hurts, but he enjoys it.

In the past, every time the poison of God's Scourge broke out, he would wait in full battle and meditate behind closed doors, but this time he seemed to be happy to see himself develop a malignant sore.

Suddenly he felt something strange, and before he could think about it, he sensed that somewhere far away, something was broken.

It was the safety button he gave to Xing Zhan!Each of the meticulously carved jade pieces is connected with his spiritual consciousness, especially the one he gave to Xing Zhan, which seems plain and unpretentious, but actually poured all his skills into it.

Now, the sense of the safety button has disappeared, is something wrong with Xing Zhan?

Just as Song Youxuan was concentrating and was about to search carefully, he heard a strange noise coming from the room of Cangbo on the second floor.Feeling bad, Song Youxuan rushed up to the second floor and pushed open the door of Cang Bo's room, and saw that the bed was empty, the window was open, and Cang Bo had long since disappeared.

Fortunately, he had paid attention to it a long time ago, and put a tracking talisman on Cang Bo's body. After counting with his fingers, he sensed Cang Bo's position.

There was a pain in the neck, Song Youxuan touched it, and felt the pus in his hand, and another sore burst out.But instead he smiled happily and wiped his hands indifferently.

No matter who took Cang Bo away, he must find it as soon as possible. Song Youxuan didn't dare to delay, he jumped out of the window and chased after him.

As soon as Song Youxuan left, the door of Cang Minghai's room opened wide, and Cang Minghai, who was dressed in single clothes, stood at the door, looking at the direction he was going away.

Cang Bo was completely confused.

After Song Youxuan took good care of him for a period of time, he was finally sober than when he was in a coma.That day, he woke up from sleep and was lying weakly on the bed eating snacks. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through, and there was an extra person in the room.

"Brother Zhan!" Cang Bo said in surprise.

But the name was Exit, and he realized that something was wrong with the person in front of him, and that gloomy and cold feeling did not belong to Xing Zhan at all.

"Who are you! What did you do to Brother Zhan!" Cang Bo grabbed the quilt, and vaguely realized something when he asked the words.Just as he was about to call for someone, Xing Zhan waved his big hand, and the biting cold wind hit, Cang Bo felt his body lighten, and was taken away by him.

The foreground was instantly blurred, as if he had traveled thousands of miles in a second, Cang Bo closed his eyes in pain, and was thrown to the ground the next moment.

Hitting his back against a sharp stone, Cang Bo grinned in pain, opened his eyes and found himself in a mountain depression, not knowing which wilderness ridge he was in.Groping to get up, "Xing Zhan" raised his hand, and Cang Bo suddenly felt that his hands and feet were bound, and fell to the ground again.

Looking at "Xing Zhan" again, he was sitting cross-legged under a tree with a stern expression, black mist wrapped around his face.

Cang Bo struggled to support his body, leaned against a rock, and panicked in his heart: "You, are you a ghost-faced man?"

Hua Jigui glanced at him contemptuously, and continued to meditate.

The black mist suddenly stirred rapidly, and Xing Zhan's facial features twisted for a while, showing an angry expression: "Fuck, why are you arresting him!"

Cang Bo shook his head: "Brother Zhan! How are you doing, Brother Zhan?"

Xing Zhan's face changed again, sometimes angry, sometimes gloomy, as if two faces were constantly switching.

Huaji ghostly smiled: "He is a person with spiritual roots, and I just need a sacrifice."

"Let him go!" Xing Zhan shouted.

"Overestimate yourself! You can't protect yourself, and you still think about others?"

Song Youxuan followed Shengfeng all the way, and finally stopped outside a remote valley far away from the city.He knew that Cang Bo was inside, and he could even feel the fear coming from the talisman.

He was about to face an opponent far stronger than himself, Song Youxuan had no bottom in his heart but also looked anxious.I have lived long enough in this life, even though I can't achieve a positive result, and I wait in despair all my life, but if I can do something with a clear conscience before I die, this life will not be in vain.

He walked a few steps towards the valley and couldn't go any further. The valley was surrounded by barriers, and no one could enter at will.

Song Youxuan is not good at fighting, but he has some experience in Qimen Dunjia.He quickly found a weak point in the enchantment, selected a place with sufficient aura, stretched his arms, and drew a magic circle with blood.

When the first drop of blood soaked into the soil, a sore broke out on Song Youxuan's face, and the pain stimulated his nerves, but he didn't seem to notice it, and concentrated on setting up the formation.The poison of divine wrath broke out, and one after another, the sores burst out, all over the hands and body, connected into one piece.Pus soaked his clothes, exuding a rotten smell.

The formation was completed, sores covered his whole body, and black blood gushed out from the wounds. Song Youxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the pain caused by the poison of divine punishment.

It's just that I can't stand it anymore, how did Cang Minghai get here after so many years?Thinking of this, Song Youxuan couldn't help but feel distressed. Compared with it, the pain of the skin is nothing.

Song Youxuan stood in the middle of the formation, took out a talisman, the talisman spontaneously ignited, and the burnt ashes fell into the formation.He closed his eyes tightly and pinched the magic formula with his hand. In a moment, blood beads oozed from every pore of his body, and then evaporated instantly, and a faint red light appeared on the circle.

It is impossible to break the barrier of Huaji ghost with ordinary methods. Song Youxuan used his body as a guide and blood as a matchmaker, hoping to break through a slight flaw.

As soon as the magic circle became red, Song Youxuan felt that his body was about to be drained. At this time, a strong wind came, and Song Youxuan was caught off guard and was beaten back a few steps, and the casting of the spell was interrupted.

"What are you doing!" Cang Minghai stood in front of him with a cold face, his slender finger bones clenched into fists under his thin sleeves.