Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

After the ghost cultivator gathered with the ghost reinforcements, Doctor Ye became more confident, hooked his scarlet lips, and said word by word: "You'd better let me go now, or you will be torn apart by all the ghosts." Break it, no one can escape."

"Really?" Bai Ze glanced outside the house, took out the magic rope and bound Dr. Ye's hands, threw the rope slightly in the direction of King Luo, and said unhurriedly, "My lord, catch it."

King Luo groaned, his chubby body flickered, and he grabbed the end of the magic rope in one bite.

It glanced contemptuously at the ghosts outside the house, and sat on the tea table with a dignified face, looking very reliable.

"Ghost pipa!" The little fox frowned tightly, and conjured up an ancient pipa in his hand, "Isn't his ghost pipa in my hand? Why do I still have another one?"

Bai Ze was not surprised, and said, "The one in your hand is naturally a fake."

The ghost said that the ghost pipa contained ghost soldiers he had collected for many years, but when fighting the little fox in Zuishenglou, it was as easy as cutting melons to deal with those ghosts, so there was something strange about it.

Perhaps, those ghosts are just resentment.

Seeing that Bai Ze had let go of Dr. Ye, Guixiu lost all fear, and stared at them unkindly, with sharp cold lights in his cold eyes, and shouted: "Now I will show you how powerful the ghost pipa is!"

Guixiu's pale fingers swiped across the strings, thick black mist surged from the pipa, scattered in mid-air, and turned into hundreds of hideous and ugly ghosts, most of them were translucent , dressed in tattered clothes, covered in blood, opened his bloody mouth wide, waved the long sharp nails on his hands, roared sharply, and rushed towards the wooden house.

For a moment, the ghostly aura surged into the sky, dark clouds floated, completely covering the moon, and even a strange red light began to appear in the sky.

Bai Ze held his right hand empty, and a sharp sword appeared in his palm out of thin air. He held the sword horizontally in front of his body, with his index finger and middle finger together, and wiped the sword surface gleaming with cold light, a voice like Xiao's coldly sounded: "Tai The imperial edict, supersede your lonely soul, all ghosts and demons, and enjoy the grace of the four lives... order to save the others, and rush to supersede life..."

This is the reincarnation spell in An Rong's memory. It is powerful enough to save ghosts from ten directions. After Bai Ze uttered this spell, it condensed into a string of small charms exuding soft yellow light in the air, and branded them on the sword surface.

In an instant, a raging fire rose from the blade.

The flame had just swallowed a large amount of the ghost's resentment, and the area of ​​the faint silver-white outline around the edge became larger.

The endlessly burning flame suddenly tore through the night, illuminating the dim ghost city. The pure and smokeless flame trembled on the blade, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

The ghostly wind was blowing towards his face, Bai Ze's hood fell on his shoulders, revealing a smooth head and a calm face, his eyes were like a layer of mist in the firelight, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"Rescue the others, hurry up and save lives!"

The sharp sword swept out, and the fiery flames instantly tore apart the flying ghosts and ghosts. Their bodies shattered into fine mist of light, which splashed everywhere. After the undead dissipated, only sighs of relief remained.

The rebirth curse washes away the filth, resentment, and ghost energy on their bodies, and they will eventually appear after the gate of hell is closed, cross the road of fire, and re-enter reincarnation.

Or be reincarnated, or be tortured in hell, each has its own deeds to be liquidated.

Most of the ghost soldiers in the ghost pipa did not enter the piano voluntarily. For them, re-entering the reincarnation might be a relief.

But ghost cultivator is different from them. He has practiced in the human world for more than two hundred years, and his obsession is too deep.

He turned and flew into the air, his fingers fluttering, the faint sound of the piano seemed to stir up layers of ripples in the ghost city, and swept out along the dilapidated streets, setting off gusts of sinister wind.

The dim eyes of the ghosts who were standing behind him watching the show suddenly flickered with crimson blood, and rushed into the wooden house like zombies.

Hearing the call of the ghost pipa, more ghosts and ghosts emerged from the dilapidated houses, gutters, and alleys, suspended in the air, and shot towards the medicine shop.

Originally, there were many ghosts going to the market, but now they all crowded in front of the pharmacy, and the traffic was directly paralyzed. Those who didn't know it thought that the pharmacy was liquidating at a loss.

The eerie whimpers of the undead are everywhere, this scene is so impactful, the little fox only feels her scalp numb, and even her palms are cold. She hugged King Luo in her arms and tried to use King Luo's fur belt Give yourself a little warmth.

"Ow~"

Dead fox, where are you going? This king is also responsible for guarding the most important ghost!

The paper-wrapped boy and the ghost boy trembled from the fright of Bai Ze's flames, and now they didn't divide into camps, and hid behind the little fox on the left and on the right.

Holding the sharp sword, Bai Ze swung it forward, and the fierce flames swept out with a gust of wind. The cabin could hardly bear the force, and it was shaking everywhere, as if it would burst at any moment, and the surrounding wooden attics were also shaking , Even the masonry of the street is buzzing.

This sword directly wiped out more than half of the ghosts.

The light mist formed by their shattered bodies dispersed in the air, fluttering, and filled the entire street, like heavy snow falling, soft and soft.

There was a slight sigh floating in the air, and it was hard to tell whose voice it was:

"If I'm more decisive, I'll just eat Tuomeng red bean cake...at least I can see him..."

"If I were bolder, I would have eloped with her before I was alive..."

"I miss my mother..."

"May he be safe and happy..."

"May I see you in the next life..."

...

Manipulating so many ghosts at the same time, the cultivation base of the ghosts is not enough, and it is very difficult, and the face is already a little weak.

Although the number of ghosts is large, it is also limited, and they are swallowed up by the flames in a short time.

Hundreds of ghosts were rescued, the strings of the ghost pipa broke one by one, and even the body of the piano began to crack. It's getting less and less real.

He didn't run away, but stood up with one hand on the ground, with unwillingness and resentment in his eyes, holding the wreckage of the ghost pipa in his hand, and wanted to fight again.

"Brother Jin, forget it."

Doctor Ye looked at him softly, but his tone was distressed:

"We lost. You can't beat him. If you try to be brave, you will lose your soul."

"Going against the sky, there really is no good result."

"I knew this day would come, I just didn't expect it to come so soon."

"We...have to separate after all."

Although Guixiu was covered with bruises, he was not at all embarrassed. His originally cold face was tinged with sadness. He dropped his hand, and the ghost pipa fell to the ground. He raised his eyes and looked at Dr. Ye: "I promised you , Even if you become a ghost, you won’t be separated from you.”

"At least, I didn't break my promise."

Dr. Ye rolled his eyes, and two lines of thin tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "It's good that I didn't encourage you to take a shortcut to practice... It's all my fault."

"Drinking Mengpo soup, will we forget each other?"

Ghost Xiu nodded: "En."

"I don't drink Meng Po soup, I will jump into the Wangchuan River, I will remember everything, and after a thousand years, I will reincarnate and look for you."

"1000 years soon."

Guixiu looked at Bai Ze, cupped his hands, and begged, "I offended you just now, please forgive us, Master, we will accept the judgment of the underworld."

The little fox took two steps forward, and said in a cold voice: "You guys killed Sister Yanjin, I haven't settled the debt with you yet!"

"Little fox, Yan Jin's lifespan is over. I just stole her soul to use you. I didn't kill her." Doctor Ye said, "I apologize to you. Don't worry, I will leave the palace of the king of hell. Be sure to tell the truth and receive my punishment."

It turns out that for more than 200 years, ghost cultivators have been collecting lonely and wild ghosts to enrich their soul power for cultivation. Brothel girls are anonymous after death. life and death conditions.

After knowing that there was a fox demon guarding the smoke, Doctor Ye set up a game with him, luring the little fox into the bait, and asked her to collect life and soul power for them.

The soul power of a living soul is higher than that of a dead soul.

Ghost Xiu has always listened to his words and naturally did as he said.

The originally bustling ghost market has now become extremely depressed, and the dark clouds have also dispersed.

Bai Ze said in a deep voice, "No."

Two flames flew past, and the four undead in the room dissipated together.

King Luo nestled in the little fox's arms, holding the magic rope in his mouth, watching the ghost boy who was grinning at him slowly disappear, his mouth flattened, and his eye sockets became hot without warning.

The new friend I just made today is about to go to reincarnation.

That's a good thing, it thought.So he sucked his nose and held back his tears.

A gust of bitter wind whizzed by, the world was in turmoil, the streets of the ghost city began to disintegrate, and the wooden attics collapsed one after another, and finally turned into nothingness.

They went back under the big banyan tree again, but the nearby barren cemetery didn't look so eerie.

The little fox tightly held the trapped bottle containing Yan Jin's soul, feeling sore in her heart. Before she came to the ghost market, she still had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that Yan Jin would wake up again, but now this last hope was also shattered.

She let go of King Luo, and carefully uncorked the trapped magic bottle.

Yan Jin's soul came out of the bottle, suspended in front of her, slowly opened her eyes, she had cloud-like hair, loosely tied behind her head, her eyebrows were delicate, charming, and she spoke softly: " Who are you? Didn't I die?"

The little fox looked up at her, those seductive red eyes were crystal clear, and gradually steamed up: "Sister Yanjin, I'm a little fox...do you remember me?"

"The injured little fox at the foot of Jing'an Temple..."

The little fox opened his wide sleeves, revealing his porcelain-white arm, pointed to the crooked flesh-pink scar across it, and said, "Back then I was pierced through my foreleg by a sharp arrow, and you sent me to the doctor, begging him Help me heal... for this, you also received ten boards from Yunyan."

It was a long time ago. The little fox was the least motivated little monster in the forest. He was stupid and could not charm mortals. Although his talent was high, his cultivation level was not high. His usual hobby was fluttering butterflies.

That day, the little fox had just survived the five thunderbolts that broke through the transformation, and her skin and flesh were all new. She hadn't recovered yet, and without the protection of her parents, a demon hunter broke into the forest and found her.

She escaped with great difficulty, but was shot at her paw, covered in bruises, and fell down at the foot of Jing'an Temple.

Yan Jin happened to go up the mountain to worship Buddha, and saved her without hesitation.

Yan Jin looked at her in surprise, then bent her eyes, reached out and touched her head, and said with a smile: "Of course I remember."

"After Yunyan's mother sent you away quietly, I was still sad for a long time."

"I didn't expect that when we meet again, you will be a demon, and I will already be a ghost."

The hand on the head has no substance, no temperature, no touch, not like the hands that touched his head many years ago, soft and warm.

Yan Jin's soul dissipated in the wind, leaving only a soft sigh: "Goodbye, little fox."

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Note [-]: In the text, "The order of the Supreme Master, surpassing your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and the four lives will be blessed... order to save the others, and rush to rebirth..." comes from the mantra of rebirth.