The cold sword light came from above.
Before the ghost pushed the door, Wei Yuan had already stood on the door with the wind control ability. When the ghost came in, even Wei Yuan felt a little surprised. The ghosts in the house had already died miserably, and this ghost was even more weird.
There were five ghosts in total, and the four behind followed the ghost in front, lined up in a row.
Each of them had thin and blue hands and feet, shriveled stomachs, and wore worn and moldy clothes. Four of them had only two holes in their noses. Under the black hole was a cracked mouth full of fangs, and above the nose was a bald patch. The first ghost also had a big vertical eye, which was creepy.
They looked like creatures that were not human. When they came in, the room became even more drowsy.
They came in the dreams of mortals, following them step by step. I don't know how many lives they have killed.
Wei Yuan saw the right opportunity and did not have time to sigh at the ugliness of the ghost. He flew down early. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand shone with a cold sword light, and chopped directly at the eyes of the ghost in front. The sword had already been used to break the evil spirits and kill the evil spirits. The ghost had only one eye and was staring at the bed. He was caught off guard and the sword light was approaching.
He only had time to shake his head, and the long sword brushed his neck and went straight through.
The ghost was in pain and was about to scream.
Wei Yuan stepped into the air with his right foot, and a demonic wind gathered under his feet. He moved with the wind and twisted his body suddenly. The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand cut off a large piece of rotten meat. His left hand took advantage of the situation to pull out the broken sword behind him. When the ghost retreated and hit the eyeless ghost behind him, the broken sword directly pierced into the eye that occupied most of his face.
He kicked the ghost in the chest and abdomen fiercely, kicking it to the ground and howling miserably.
The ghosts behind were also in a mess, all screaming and shouting.
"What happened?! Why is there blood?"
"Have you started eating?!"
"No, it's rotten blood and rotten meat!"
The short ghost at the back turned around and wanted to run, but Wei Yuan had already pasted a talisman on the door, so the ghost was like a mortal entering a ghost wall, running around and unable to escape.
These five ghosts all relied on the one-eyed ghost to lead the way. Now that this eye was disabled, all five ghosts became blind. They were shocked and angry, screaming and screaming, and their sharp hands tore forward. Another ghost had a swollen abdomen and struggled to breathe. Wei Yuan felt his body shake, and his own vitality was almost sucked out of his body.
If it weren't for the fact that the foundation of Crouching Tiger Technique was related to Taoism and Confucianism, and the emphasis was on strengthening the foundation, he would have been caught.
His expression immediately turned stern, and he closed the door. Relying on his own sword skills, he fought with the five evil ghosts, hurting them but not killing them, and wearing down their energy and courage. In just a moment, he knocked down these blind ghosts one by one.
...…
Wei Yuan held the sword in his hand and sat on the chair.
He was full of evil spirit.
The five ugly ghosts in front of him were in a mess and fell to the ground, turning into rolling gourds one by one.
The words on the crouching tiger waist card had already appeared on the spiritual platform, and Wei Yuan already knew the true identity of the ghost.
The plague ghost has one eye and five eyes, and the five ghosts have one eye, moving and still as one. If a few ghosts smell a person alone, that person will get sick, and once five ghosts smell together, even if the person was strong before, he will die of illness within seven days.
Belonging to the ghost department, but also a monster, a ghost, an evil kind.
The village outside the window was still quiet. Wei Yuan held the sword against the ground, pretending to know everything, and bluffed the ghosts, saying: "I didn't expect to see a plague ghost like Yimuwu here. How long have you been here?"
Wei Yuan was merciless to the evil ghosts. The five evil ghosts were already afraid. Hearing the question, the leading ghost struggled, knelt forward and kowtowed, saying: "Master, spare my life, spare my life."
Wei Yuan didn't respond, still holding the sword to interrogate, and the ghosts had no choice but to tell the truth.
This village is basically shrouded in an entire ghost domain.
This ghost domain has a great origin, and it seems to be modified from a magic circle handed down from ancient times. It's a pity that it fell into the hands of ghosts and turned into a Senluo ghost domain. The door is open for seven days.
After mortals enter, they will encounter various bad weather, or strong winds or heavy rains. People who come in can't get out within seven days.
But even a strong person would lose most of his vitality after staying for seven days. The plague ghost would possess him and the money-losing ghost would lie behind him. After all the torment, at least half of his normal lifespan would be lost. At most, he would die tragically of tuberculosis recurring in his 30s or 40s.
And these lost lifespans, that is, the vitality and yang energy of ordinary people, naturally went to this village.
I don't know how to deal with other ghosts.
Anyway, the shopkeeper never let the five of them suck the vitality of one person at a time, so that the guests could die outside, so as to avoid accidents here and attract the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain.
Wei Yuan asked, "The shopkeeper?"
Yimuwu replied,
"It is the master of the ghost realm. He opened a manor and does not sell tea or wine."
"He cooks for the dead and welcomes guests from all directions."
"Where is the manor?"
"If ordinary people want to go there, they have to go to the west."
The voice paused, and he kowtowed again to beg for mercy. Wei Yuan drew his sword suddenly without mercy. When the sword flashed, several evil ghosts fell to the ground one by one. The last ghost knew that he was going to die. He roared shrilly and was about to rush towards Wei Yuan. The broken sword directly pierced his throat, making a noise in his throat, and fell to the ground with a plop.
The evil ghosts were killed, and the captain remained calm. He slowly wiped the green pus and blood on the sword with a cloth towel beside him.
The crouching tiger waist badge trembled slightly.
Killing Yimuwu.
Gained three merits.
This ghost was only slightly stronger than the painted skin slave that Wei Yuan had dealt with before.
However, three points of merit are still three points of merit, and a mosquito leg is still meat. Wei Yuan finally got merit again. Facing the threat of the mountain beast that broke out at an unknown time and from an unknown place, he felt more at ease.
And the shopkeeper mentioned by Yimuwu should be the restaurant mentioned by Wang Honghe.
This time, the real owner was found.
The village was quiet. Wei Yuan put away his sword and turned around to see a group of ghosts lying on the ground. Although Yimuwu was a ghost, he was a monster with a physical body. It was annoying. Wei Yuan threw the five ghosts directly out of the window, and they all fell to the ground like stubborn stones.
Looking around the village, I know that it is surrounded by ghosts. I can't get away, and I have skills.
So I just fell asleep in this place where the evil ghosts lie down, holding the sword in my arms.
......
The sound of rustling in the dark night.
A demon ghost slowly approached.
"Strange, Yimuwu has been gone for so long, why is there still no movement?"
The ghost's face changed, and he said:
"Damn it, he won't be greedy and really eat people!"
In this era, the spiritual energy is revived, and Shenzhou has its own Tianshi Mansion to suppress the side. The Buddhist disciples went down the mountain, and the ghosts hurried to the place where Yimuwu went. Then, under the moonlight, they looked miserable, and saw five ghosts falling to the ground, their rotten flesh almost turned into meat paste.
The ghosts stopped, with horror in their eyes.
Then they all retreated.
Nothing happened overnight.
The next day, Wei Yuan opened his eyes, stretched comfortably, opened the window, and saw two people sweeping the road outside the window. To the naked eye, they were sweeping weeds and fallen leaves, but in Wei Yuan's eyes, two people were sweeping Yimuwu's rotten flesh.
The couple passed by, and it seemed that they didn't expect that there were so many fallen leaves in this spring day.
"Ah, this, it was blown down by the strong wind last night."
An old lady with a warm and kind face answered.
"Yes, yes, the wind is fast, like a knife, and the rain is cold, like a sword."
Another dull old lady said.
The young woman smiled and pulled her boyfriend, stepping on the fallen leaves. The boots stepped on the leaves, making a light hissing sound, which made people feel comfortable, as if they were in a lazy autumn afternoon. Wei Yuan watched the high-heeled boots on the woman's feet rise and fall, with light movements, stepping on the rotten ghost meat.
Puff, puff--
The high heels crushed the rotten meat.
The blue pus and blood that were invisible to the naked eye fell on the off-white skirt and on the hands.
The hands were still tightly clasped together.
People were laughing.
The two cleaning old ladies stopped and looked at the joking couple kindly.
The throat moved up and down, as if swallowing saliva.
Dangdangdang——
Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and watched the scene, his palm slowly resting on the hilt of the broken sword behind him.
There was a knock on the door.
Wei Yuan loosened his hand and opened the door.
The thin and kind shop owner stood at the door expressionlessly, scanning the room full of ghosts and blood.
He bowed.
"Hello, do you need the room cleaned?"