He may be old, but his voice is really loud, like the thunder resounding!
My countenance changes again.
At this moment, Liu Ziyu roared, "Heaven round, earth square, Nine Chapters of Law!"
He stepped forward three steps, and his hands had already drawn the peach wood sword from his waist.
"Execution!"
Fan Jie's face twisted in terror, and he suddenly roared!
He no longer held the bronze seal in his hand; instead, it was a piece of paper.
A blood-soaked finger, pierced through, had been added to the paper.
Puh!
Fan Jie spat a mouthful of fresh blood.
Liu Ziyu grunted, his voice abruptly stopping, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
His body swayed, and he was on the verge of falling to the ground!
Fan Jie's eyes glinted with killing intent, and a surge of reluctance flickered through them.
The long-bearded Taoist was still entangled with that arm, pulling back his staff as he tried to retrieve it!
Lao Gong breathed heavily, returning to his original state, yet he ended up on Fan Jie's shoulder.
Liu Ziyu straightened his body just in time, about to make another move.
At this moment, Mokongying clasped her hands in a mudra and softly shouted, "Seal!"
In a blink of an eye, dozens of black shadows surged towards Liu Ziyu from all directions, climbing onto his body in an instant. The black shadows exhaled a large amount of gray mist, resembling several faces, enveloping him!
His heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
I didn't want to fight, but Liu Ziyu's moves were too fast, and Lao Gong's counterattacks were too fierce.
The long-bearded old Taoist misunderstood me. Fan Jie continued to attack Liu Ziyu, while Mokongying's techniques were weaker and only managed to stop Liu Ziyu's movements. However, the situation had already become irreversible...
"I will leave!" Without any hesitation, I took a step towards the Crimson Demon Village!
Mokongying showed no hesitation and followed me directly.
"Fan young master, aren't you leaving? Are you waiting to be killed by the Taoist?" Lao Gong roared into Fan Jie's ear, his voice filled with urgency.
Fan Jie grunted, covering his ears, and stumbled towards me, running as fast as he could.
As we entered the Crimson Demon Village at that moment, I glanced back, seeing Liu Ziyu struggling desperately.
The long-bearded Taoist suddenly pulled back his staff, as the arm had disintegrated and vanished.
The next second, a dense mixture of green and white mist obscured our view, making everything incredibly quiet!
No, not quiet enough...
A trickling sound of water, crisp and delightful.
This seemed peaceful, but I knew there was no true silence here!
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a clear, small river winding around the village entrance, with a washing stone slab empty and desolate.
My body suddenly shook violently, as if an invisible hand had grabbed hold of some part of my consciousness...
The next second, my eyes widened, and I clutched my chest, gasping for breath in large, rapid gulps.
This feeling... was not my own, but from the soul fragment Yu Xiurong gave me...
"Find a house! Quickly! They will come in, but they won't come in recklessly. There are many ghosts here, so we can't be careless!" I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and said hoarsely again.
Mokongying quickly took out a bamboo basket and was about to perform the willow dance.
But suddenly, another sensation popped into my mind, compelling me to move forward.
Faintly, a scene appeared in my mind—a brightly decorated and joyous house and courtyard...
It was as if, I wanted to go to the courtyard, and my body followed suit.
"Appearances?" Mokongying's voice was slightly panic-stricken, calling me by name.
My arm was suddenly grabbed by a hand, Fan Jie looked at me in panic, and Lao Gong stared at my eyes in confusion.
He huffed twice but looked trembling and nervous.
"Master, did you feel that there is somewhere we can go?"
"That would be even more dangerous! It must be the place where that lonely widowed woman died!"
A cold sensation swept over me, like a bucket of ice water poured on me, and I became completely alert.
"This way!"
Mokongying hurriedly walked in the direction.
I bit down hard on my tongue, finally regaining my senses.
After about a few minutes, we arrived at the gate of a courtyard.
At a glance, the courtyard was dirty, with the ground covered in fallen branches and leaves. The house had earthen walls with a broken roof, and the walls were covered in cracks.
I signaled for Mokongying and Fan Jie to enter the hall.
They both quickly entered the hall.
Then I pulled the door shut and bit my index finger, preparing to draw a talisman!
However, my body stiffened slightly.
The talisman I was to draw was the Residential Talisman from the second page of the Four Rules True Method, whose paper is used to ward off evil spirits and ghosts. Wouldn't that affect Lao Gong and disrupt Mokongying's willow dance technique?
For a moment, I hesitated greatly in my heart.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of crisis flooded over me.
I couldn't describe it; my heartbeats became disordered.
No longer hesitating, I quickly drew the talisman on the courtyard gate, murmuring hoarsely, "Protected by the gods, nothing is forbidden, safe and prosperous home, command of Lord Jiang Yu!"
The intricate talisman rapidly took shape on the right door panel, with blood slightly oozing. A sense of peace began to emanate from the symbol.
That sense of crisis instantly dissipated.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my fingers trembling slightly. With one hand, I covered my chest, trying to control the chaotic heartbeat.
Fan Jie and Mokongying both struggled to maintain their tense expressions.
There was a bamboo mouse on the ground, exactly the same as the one Mokongying had previously used.
Fan Jie's shoulder no longer had Lao Gong's head.
I looked down at the night pot at my waist and drew out the copper sword from it.
The copper sword felt heavy and gave a sense of extreme sharpness.
I took a deep look at Fan Jie.
Fan Jie appeared slightly fearful.
"I know I shouldn't have been so ruthless... But they attacked Lao Gong, and Lao Gong fought back. And that old Taoist said you were a Ghost Niche person... This isn't a trivial matter; they're trying to kill us!"
At this moment, Fan Jie's face sank again, saying, "If they don't die together with the Crimson Ghosts here, they will come after us when they leave. What kind of situation is this?"
I exhaled lightly and said, "I'm not trying to blame you. In a dangerous situation, reacting is instinctual."
I couldn't deny that, actually, if Fan Jie didn't move, Liu Ziyu and the others would have also used ruthless force.
"What should we do now?" Mokongying biting her lower lip, broke our conversation between me and Fan Jie.
Fan Jie's face looked a bit better, patting his chest.
"Did you do something... Press down Lao Gong so much?" He asked anxiously.
"There are many ghosts here. The spirits of people who died here, parts of Yu Xiurong's soul, and the Crimson Ghosts... Apart from Yu Xiurong herself, they won't pose a threat to us. But encountering any of the others wouldn't be trivial. First, we'll use a talisman to seal the house and ensure our immediate safety. Then we'll find a safer place where ghosts can't find us and seal the house, and only then can we discuss what to do next."
"And also, if I don't find a place to hide quickly, when they come in, we'll have to fight here."
I finished quickly, and Fan Jie only nodded understandingly.
He was stuck again, saying that in such a haunted place, where could there be a safe place without sealing the house?
I remained silent.
Mokongying pursed her lips, muttering softly, "I'll go outside to investigate. The willow mouse will definitely find a place where other ghosts won't go."
Immediately, I shook my head, dismissing Mokongying's proposal.
At this moment, I suddenly heard faint footsteps and the extremely joyous sound of a suona horn.
The room had windows, so I immediately moved to the window and peered outside.
In the vague mist, a carriage could be seen. The carriage was surrounded by four people, and they were swaying up and down in unison.
The four men had dead gray faces and were definitely not human.
The curtains of the carriage were open, and the delicate and cold face looked out at the outside.
Mokongying and Fan Jie also leaned over to the side, Mokongying covering her mouth, and Fan Jie making a shushing gesture to show that we shouldn't make any noise.
