After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

In the dark and cold wine cellar, everyone in the program group huddled tightly together and formed a group.

A few daring staff members and guests held wooden sticks broken from the rotten and overturned wooden frame in their hands, barely used them as weapons in front of them, and stared at the blood-red humanoid monsters with wide-eyed fear. One step at a time, the bloody footprints got closer and closer in the flickering light of the flashlight.

They waved the wooden sticks in their hands indiscriminately, and shouted with all their strength and courage, trying to scare the monsters away from their aura.

However, their trembling bodies and the uncontrollable choking and hoarseness in their voices betrayed them mercilessly.

A cold and sticky palm suddenly grabbed the ankle of a male guest standing outside.

The male guest was shocked, and slowly looked down stiffly.

I saw a blood-red figure with only the upper body left, dragging its intestines and crawling on the ground. Its upturned face slowly opened a bloody smile, and its voice was rough and hoarse.

"Swallow my flesh and make me yours...your skin, I like it very much."

The male guest opened his mouth wide in horror, and the wooden stick in his hand frantically hit the monster on the ground: "Ahhhhh!!!"

The sudden screams made the panic-stricken people who couldn't see the monster's position clearly in the dark even more frightened, and their barely maintained psychological defenses collapsed.

Many people no longer listened to Zhang Wubing's hoarse roar, but frantically ran towards the stairs as if fleeing for their lives.

However, as soon as they set foot on the stairs, they were grabbed by their ankles by a bloody and cold hand, and dragged into the pile of blood-red humanoid monsters everywhere.

They desperately stretched out their hands to struggle, but they still lost to the monsters jumping on them one after another, and were slowly dragged into the pile of monsters.

Amidst the blood red, only a pair of frightened eyes that were gradually despairing were left exposed.

But those who are still standing with Zhang Wubing are not having a good time. Even with a special physique, Zhang Wubing does not have Yan Shixun's ability to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, and cannot protect them in times of crisis when ghosts are waiting for opportunities. Safety for all.

People are constantly being caught by monsters and dragged into the darkness.

No matter how the rest tried to save them, it was useless, and they could only watch helplessly as their familiar companions were swallowed up by blood red in despair.

"Director! Director, please think of a way!"

An Nanyuan protected Bai Shuang who was hiding behind him with one hand, while waving the wooden stick in his hand to try not to let those monsters get close, he shouted to Zhang Wubing in despair: "Didn't you know Brother Yan a long time ago? Didn't you learn something from Brother Yan!"

Zhang Wubing cried like a dog, and while saving the people around him, he howled out of breath: "Do you think it's Chinese cabbage! Who sees that it's so easy for someone to pick it up? How can I be like Brother Yan?" Then the pervert knows everything, at most he knows a few words commonly used by Brother Yan..."

Zhang Wubing was in the middle of crying, and suddenly got stuck.

He doesn't know how to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, but he has seen Brother Yan catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits!Even more than once, he has experienced dozens of personal experiences, and can vaguely describe the sensory changes brought about by certain spells.

By the way, Brother Yan gave him a talisman to prevent him from dying in a corner outside one day!

Seeing that Zhang Wubing stopped talking, An Nanyuan collapsed and shouted, "Director, talk!!!"

Zhang Wubing was shaking like a man sifting chaff, but he still held onto his trembling hands to dig into his bosom, groping for something.

An Nanyuan was about to die of anger: "Director, don't touch yourself in this critical moment! If you touch it again, we will all be stuck here!"

"No, no." Zhang Wubing explained in a hurry: "Brother Yan gave me a talisman before, and I rolled it into a thin stick and put it in the hollow jade pendant. It seems that Zhang exorcises ghosts. I'm looking for that .”

An Nanyuan immediately beamed with joy: "Then hurry up."

However, the more anxious you are, the more mistakes you will make.

No matter how Zhang Wubing searched, he couldn't touch the jade pendant that was supposed to be hanging around his neck, and he broke out in a sudden sweat.

And because Zhang Wubing stopped attacking and stood still, Zhang Wubing, who looked like a fat piece of meat in the eyes of the ghost, immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding humanoid monsters.

They crawled silently on the ground until they got close to Zhang Wubing, and then they rushed over——

Zhang Wubing tore off the chain around his neck, held it in his hands and raised his head high. He closed his eyes tightly and was too scared to look around. According to what Yan Shixun had done in his memory, he yelled loudly: "Ma'am Wife Shanglaojun Tathagata Buddha Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, there is no answer to the Tao, puff puff in all directions! Ah, what is behind, what is behind, I forgot!!"

An Nanyuan, who was still in ecstasy just now: "Director, why don't you live up to your expectations!! Why did you forget such an important thing! Think about it quickly... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh has they rush) over such important things!"

However, those monsters only stopped for a moment when the jade pendant appeared, and when Zhang Wubing opened his mouth, their apparent fear just now dissipated completely, and they rushed over again.

Standing not far away, the director's assistant, who was attracted by Zhang Wubing's abnormal movement, grinned again when he saw this scene, revealing his miserable white teeth and jaws, and smiled.

Closer, closer.

All people will eat their flesh and blood and become their new carriers.

The identities of the stranger and the evil spirit are swapped, and the evil ghost will obtain the identity and human skin of the stranger, walk in the underworld instead of the stranger, devour their relatives and friends as nutrients, deceive ghosts and ghosts, and "live"...

But at this moment, a steady and deep magnetic voice suddenly came from the boundless darkness, uttering clear words without haste.

Its sound is as loud as a bell.

"Taishang Laojun is everywhere, and there is no answer to the Tao, and it will be auspicious if you follow it."

All the blood-red monsters that rushed towards Zhang Wubing and everyone in the program group stopped all their movements, trembling with fear, and wanted to escape but couldn't even move.

"Thunder follows, those who rebel will be fierce!"

At that moment, the jade pendant held high by Zhang Wubing gave off a golden light as dazzling as the sun, instantly lighting up the entire wine cellar like daylight, and there was nowhere to hide from the darkness.

The yellow talisman paper that was rolled up and stored in the middle of the hollow jade pendant ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a wisp of white smoke that floated in the air.

The white smoke is the brush, the air is the paper, and the spell is drawn smoothly in one go, presenting in the air, majestic and shocking everywhere.

The blood-red monsters suddenly let out heart-piercing screams.

As if being ignited from within the body, the flames came fiercely and quickly burned them into huge fireballs, and through the light, every blood vessel and muscle on the humanoid body could even be seen clearly.

The director's assistant, who had been watching coldly, seemed to sense something, and also showed a look of fear.

It threw down the monsters and fireballs that filled the entire wine cellar, turned around and ran up the stairs, trying to escape from here.

However, it just ran two steps, the whole villa and even the wine cellar began to shake violently, the wall made an overwhelmed "click!" sound, and huge cracks spread rapidly, as if it would collapse at any time.

finally--

"boom--!"

The collapsed walls and ceiling began to fall downwards, and pieces of shattered boulders hit the monsters in the wine cellar, but they avoided the strangers in every program group as if they had eyes.

Those blood-red humanoid monsters and monsters that turned into fireballs didn't even have a chance to howl, and were instantly smashed into a puddle of flesh by the boulder.

And amidst the sound of rumbling collapses, smoke and dust scattered in all directions.

A pair of straight and long legs in black Martin boots, passing through broken bricks, rubble and billowing dust, stepped steadily from outside the wall to the stairs in the wine cellar.

That kick just hit the running director's assistant, and then stepped on it.

Yan Shixun stepped hard and casually crushed the blood-red body with broken human skin, which immediately made the director's assistant scream.

"Shut up, don't sing with that broken voice of yours, it's terrible." Yan Shixun raised his foot impatiently, and stepped on its head again, and the skull hit the ground with a "boom!".

All its screams stopped abruptly, only trembling under Yan Shixun's Martin boots.

Just like the stranger caught by the blood-red monster before, he was afraid and desperate.

It's just that now, the status has been changed, and the one who looks down on everything from a high position has become the side of strangers.

The evil spirit was trampled underfoot and dared not speak.

Yan Shixun looked around the wine cellar, saw everyone in distress, and asked with a sneer, "Didn't you see that the house collapsed? If you don't leave, are you planning to bury these things with you?"

The program crew who had just narrowly escaped death and were stunned by the successive accidents slowly regained their senses.

Zhang Wubing, An Nanyuan and the others heard the familiar voice, and when they looked up following the sound, they saw Yan Shixun stepping on the evil spirit, standing against the light on the high stairs.

The light penetrated the dust and fell into the wine cellar from behind Yan Shixun.

The handsome young man with a slender and tall figure watched those blood-red monsters die one by one with condescension and indifference, with a sarcastic expression and arrogance, but he also carried a powerful force enough to make everyone feel at ease.

At that moment, Zhang Wubing had a sore nose, and Wang Ji cried again.

"Brother Yan, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, they are all bullying me..." Zhang Wubing was crying with snot and tears all over his face. I want to give Yan Shixun a warm bear hug.

But Yan Shixun swiftly and disgustedly avoided him.

"Big illness Zhang, you wipe your face for me, hey -- it's disgusting."

The behavior between Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing was really too routine, it was no different from the interaction between acquaintances that can be seen in normal times, it made the people who were stupefied with fright see them, and eased up a little bit. Emotions of excessive tension and fear.

Bai Shuang's eyes were even red with excitement: "We're saved! We're saved!"

Yan Shixun picked up the evil spirit's neck with one hand and walked up the stairs: "I didn't expect you to have the hobby of burying ghosts with you? Then you can play by yourself, and I will leave you alone."

"Tsk, your hobbies are really strange."

Only then did everyone wake up like a dream, scrambling to run up the stairs behind Yan Shixun, and the people who had lost consciousness were also hurriedly carried away together.

"Boom, Ron—!"

Just when the last person stepped out of the wine cellar, the whole wine cellar collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Many people were so frightened that their legs went limp, and when their nerves relaxed after escaping from the dead, they immediately lost all their strength and sat on the floor of the living room in a daze.

But An Nanyuan noticed with sharp eyes that the appearance in the villa was different from before they went to the wine cellar.

Both red and white have disappeared.

Those traces of modernization were also erased.

The villa seems to have returned to its original appearance a hundred years ago, with a luxurious style and the luxury of the past.

And a white female figure stood quietly in front of the sofa, quietly watching the backs of everyone in the program group.

An Nanyuan's eyes immediately widened: "Fuck! Ghost! Brother Yan has a ghost! Help, help!!!"

Everyone in the program group, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, also hurriedly looked over, and was immediately frightened by the white ghost standing behind them for a long time.

"Fuck!"

However, the white ghost did not rush over with a ferocious face as everyone had imagined.

On the contrary, she was like a shy and fearful person who finally plucked up the courage to appear, and was shocked by the reaction of others, and immediately retreated, wanting to return to her place of peace of mind, standing there at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Among all the people, only Yan Shixun was still standing safely in place.

"Let me introduce, this is the mistress of the villa, Xishuang."

After the very obvious introduction that was perfunctory, Yan Shixun looked at Xishuang again, and explained: "Don't be afraid, they shouted it because they like you. Modern people express love like this. If you have seen modern singing Yes—it’s similar to the theater where you sang Cantonese opera back then, you know.”

Yan Shixun: "The fans and audience below the stage are all yelling for help. The louder they yell, the more they love you. Like what they yelled just now, I'll translate it for you. It means that I like you very much. .”

——Zaishuang will consider all those who attack her in terms of thoughts and actions as gangsters.Therefore, Xishuang cannot be allowed to put the fearful program crew on the side of the bandits.

An Nanyuan: ... I have never heard of it.

Everyone: "???"

Like a ghost?

——In the literal sense, I like a ghost.

Just now, Xi Shuang, who wanted to retreat back to the fourth floor, suddenly asked curiously and surprised: "Yes, is it?"

"A hundred years later, it will be such a strange time. I never even thought of it." After finishing speaking, a trace of envy appeared on Xishuang's glamorous face: "But, it's so nice. You can express your love freely, don't worry about it." Worried about other people's eyes."

"You like it very much?" Yan Shixun asked: "You can also have this freedom and love, as long as you are a little bolder and take a step forward."

Xishuang smiled bitterly, lowering her phoenix eyes: "Mr. Yan was joking. People like me..."

A sinner like me with blood on my hands doesn't deserve an afterlife.

When Xishuang was furious just now, Yan Shixun sincerely and persuasively persuaded Xishuang to let her go after taking revenge.

Perhaps the scene Yan Shixun described was too touching, or maybe it was because Yan Shixun's expression was too sincere.

The furious Li Gui was actually persuaded.

When Xishuang was shaking violently, he saw that Yan Shixun's fingers had formed five lightning marks, and he directly led the lightning to strike Zhou Shi's scattered pieces of meat all over the ground waiting for an opportunity to escape.

No longer worrying about destroying the fragile memory world, Yan Shixun no longer has any restraints in his actions, and he is open and closed in accordance with his own arrogant but efficient acting style, and the effect is outstanding.

Xi Shuang watched helplessly as Zhou Shi was wiped out in front of her. His soul was sent directly to the underworld where ghosts and gods were judged, branded as thunder and punishment, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

At that moment, the hatred that had been suppressed in Xishuang's heart for a hundred years suddenly relaxed.

She couldn't help looking at Yan Shixun with emotion, the messenger agreed to him, she would let go of her hatred, and follow the ghost messenger from the underworld to accept the punishment of being a ghost, waiting for a chance to reincarnate hundreds of years later.

As Xishuang's obsession and hatred dissipated, the fourth floor, which had protected her but also trapped her for a hundred years, slowly collapsed and collapsed, and the villa and the ghost mountain shook violently like an earthquake.

Those bandits were identified as accomplices following Zhou Shi's death, and they were also severely punished, and they were wiped out.

The blood stains on the blood red rose cheongsam slowly faded away.

Xishuang has become the exquisite and glamorous girl from a hundred years ago again, with a pearl necklace and gold hairpin, wavy curly hair combed behind her head, and a cheongsam swaying as she walks.

For the first time in a hundred years, Xishuang mustered up the courage to go down the fourth floor, and stood in the living room, anxiously and apologetically waiting for the program team members who she mistakenly regarded as bandits.

However, when she really faced it, she was timid again.

The courage just now dissipated like morning dew in the sun.

"Even though you have experienced suffering and death, you still have a good soul, and you deserve the next life."

Yan Shixun saw through what Xi Shuang was thinking, and picked up what she hadn't finished speaking.

Loud.

Xishuang looked up in astonishment.

……

In the ghost mountain, there are patches of pagoda trees tall and towering, blocking all the sunlight that is projected down, making it as dark as night.

After several earthquake-like violent vibrations just now, the soil and rocks of the entire mountain were broken and rolled, making a mess.Many withered locust trees also broke from it and fell down, blocking the path down the mountain.

The old Taoist priest was missing, and the other Taoist priests searched in other directions on Guishan Mountain before the change occurred. Now, the only one left is the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Holding a mahogany sword in one hand and making a tactic with the other, he glared at the surroundings with tiger eyes, and firmly guarded the rescue team behind him.

The faces of the rescue team turned pale, and only by virtue of their willpower did they not let themselves make a gaffe.But each of them could hear the strained breathing from each other.

The sound is the reverberation of the broken worldview.

Before today, many people were staunch atheists.

However, the scene of a young team member being dragged into the ground in front of everyone's eyes just now shocked many people.

But now, the uncovered soil layer exposed all the secrets of the ghost mountain, and the broken pagoda tree allowed the ghosts who had died with resentment to see the light of day again.

Every inch of soil covered by fallen leaves was soaked in black blood, and blood-red bodies whose human skin had been taken away were buried deep in it.

They seem to be confused by the sudden exposure to the sun and air, tentatively stretching out their blood-red arms towards the high sky, flexing and stretching their fingers as if they are surprised but unbelievable to grasp the flowing wind in their hands.

Afterwards, they reacted from the shock and ecstasy. Their blood-red bodies trembled, struggling with their limbs and climbing out from between the clods of soil and rocks. Sky and wind.

Even if they were scorched black and withered by the sun the moment they left the shade of the tree, they would not hesitate.

Before the stunned members of the rescue team recovered from the shock and fear, they heard a strange sound coming from the withered locust tree.

One, two... More and more wooden figures came out from the locust trees, staggering like newborn babies, chasing after those blood-red monsters. On the wooden head, he roared angrily.

"Come back, come back...be my nutrient, let me regain my human identity."

But those blood-red humanoid monsters didn't listen, even if they were burned to ashes in the sun, they would never back down.

Finally, free...

Father, mother, the unfilial son can finally go down the mountain and go home...

Bandits, bandits kill me!My flesh and blood took away my identity, and I wandered in pain for a hundred years, unable to find my way back to my family. Now, I finally see the world.

Get out, get out, get out of here!

The members of the rescue team, who were vigilantly protected by the middle-aged Taoist priest, watched those humanoid monsters quickly turn into ashes in the sun. After the wind blew, only the painful and ecstatic neighing of those humanoid monsters faintly rang in everyone's ears. .

The people in the rescue team couldn't see it, but the middle-aged Taoist priest who opened his dark eyes could see that one after another souls broke away from the flesh that restrained them, the blood red faded little by little, and the hideous monsters turned into simple ones. Villagers, they are still wearing clothes from decades ago, but the villages and relatives they used to be familiar with are long gone.

Those souls felt the sight of the middle-aged Taoist priest looking at them, they smiled and looked back friendly, nodded to the Taoist priest, and greeted him kindly like strangers they met on the road.

Then they turned around in unison, bowed in the direction of the villa on the mountain, and glanced at the wooden figures chasing them with delighted contempt, then closed their eyes contentedly, and gradually dissipated into the air.

From the distant void, there seemed to be the sound of chains dragging on the ground, as well as a cold cry.

Doing errands, making strangers, retreating——!

……

The vigilant expression of the middle-aged Taoist priest was slightly relaxed. He did not expect that the monsters under the soil were actually the passing villagers who had been rumored to have died in the ghost mountain for a hundred years.They have been trapped in the ghost mountain and cannot leave until now.

Until in the villa on the mountain, something happened that the middle-aged priest didn't understand, which made the ghost mountain loose and the ghost was able to leave.

As for those wooden humanoid things, the Taoist leader recognized at a glance that they were ghosts parasitic on the locust tree and wanted to find a substitute to pretend to be a living person.The locust tree has withered for a hundred years, and those things that have killed countless lives in a hundred years to nourish themselves, and even transformed into clear human shapes and faces, have also lost their parasitic carriers, can no longer hide the way of heaven and earth, and appear in ghosts and gods. in view.

Hearing the voice of the ghost coming from far and near, those things immediately stopped chasing and blocking the soul's departure, and fled in a panic.

And in the soil without the monster, the face of the young rescue team member who had disappeared before was also exposed.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned serious, and he immediately ignored other questions, and immediately rushed over in three steps and two steps, trying to rescue the young team member from the heavy soil and rocks.

The other rescue team also rushed over immediately.

……

After losing contact with everyone, the old Taoist master tried his best to approach the villa on the mountain.

His keen intuition and years of experience told him that the key to saving others lies in the rumored villa that was robbed and occupied by bandits a hundred years ago!

However, something similar to the live recording of the male actor who wanted to go down the mountain but was frightened out of his mind that the old Taoist watched before going up the mountain happened.

An invisible obstacle lay across the old Taoist's way up the mountain, making it impossible for him to approach the villa smoothly no matter what.

Therefore, when the whole mountain is shaking violently, the old Taoist priest's perception is also the strongest.

Although his beard and hair were all white, he was still in good spirits. He immediately looked up the mountain with sharp eyes, and the tactic in his hand stabilized his figure without shaking in the vibration.

After the ghost mountain stabilized again, the old Taoist priest looked around, only to find that the locust trees in the forest were rapidly withering.

"Guishan is actually leaving the ghost mountain..." The old Taoist priest was shocked.

What happened to make the Ghost Mountain, which has destroyed Taoist priests and witches for a hundred years, come back to the sun again!