Rune

Chapter 18
The night in Yucheng was torn apart by this roar, the lights in the city kept turning on, and countless people came out of their homes, looking in the same direction in horror.

But none of them knew what was going on.

Only Xu Baiyan at the entrance of the canyon knows
But he couldn't believe it, he could only watch the wind and sand blowing up in the distance getting closer and closer to him, and asked with a trembling voice: "Is this a ghost?"

"Yes." Sister Zhu Sha said softly, "So you understand, I said you can't help, I'm not being polite to you."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Say it, good man"

This answer was very tricky, it was equivalent to not saying anything, but Xu Baiyan didn't bother to ask.At this moment, he could only admit that he was confused. He didn't know what to do.

That's a ghost. It's not a knife, it's not a bow, it's not a crossbow, it's not the Qin army shouting 'Great Wind'!but a ghost
There are only Zhu Sha and myself, how can two people fight against a ghost?

"Legs are weak?" Zhu Sha seemed to see Xu Baiyan's shock, looking at the young man beside him, there was even a hint of a smile in his tone.

"I don't want to admit it, but...really soft"

Zhu Sha nodded: "Naturally, if you are not frightened, I would think that you are mentally ill. At a time like this, the one who can not feel scared is either a lunatic or a fool."

After finishing speaking, she hesitated for a moment and added: "Or me"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the cinnabar sleeves dancing, and the white Qianqian fingers in the sleeves slid across the air, leaving an afterimage in the bright red that exceeded the limit of visual capture, a big talisman was natural!
"So give way, or I won't be able to use it." Zhu Sha said lightly.

Instantly!Xu Baiyan just felt a gust of wind blowing around him, his body was like a kite with a broken string, he was directly lifted into the sky, carried by the talisman scroll, and flew towards Yucheng.

Xu Baiyan wanted to shout, but he couldn't speak, and then wanted to curse, but of course he couldn't make a sound.

He could only tilt his gaze, watching a big scarlet ghost running towards the canyon below, and not far away, a small red spot stood quietly.Sister Zhu Sha's non-flustered voice rang in my ears.
"Live a good life, you said that you want to be a talisman master. Oh, by the way, you are not a talisman master, you are a talisman."

This passage was obviously mixed in the meaning by Zhu Sha on purpose, and it was also the last sentence he said to Xu Baiyan.

In the past five years, Xu Baiyan spent every bit of time with this lazy and greedy teacher, those wild rabbits who squatted for three days and two nights, and the hands that were bitten by snakes and swollen like steamed buns , Countless memories have come to an end with this sentence.

At least Xu Baiyan thinks so at this moment.

However... the next second, he was shocked to see the red dot below move.

She didn't run away, but rushed towards the big ghost. At the moment she started, her speed was faster than the violent sand and dust on the opposite side, and she drew a bright red and straight track in the desert, like a The pen is a big talisman, the yellow sand is the paper, the rocks are the inkstone, the body is the brush, and the cinnabar is the ink. Once a stroke is made, it will never stop.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, Xu Baiyan never imagined that such a small red spot would make such a sound when it collided with such a huge ghost, he just felt dazzled, deaf, and his brain was shocked up.

That's just a person, a body of flesh and blood, how could it be possible to make such a sound, how could it be possible to set off such a storm.

And yet it happened and continues to happen
In the smoke and dust, the thick and long arms of the evil spirit fluttered wildly like a demon, but under the sweeping force of the huge force, the small red spot swayed lightly like a petal in the wind. The help is precarious, but it has not been scratched!On the contrary, she tapped her toes lightly, slender fingers brushed the skin of the evil spirit, every movement was understated, but powerful, and the fingertips that were not painted with cardamom were very clean, but they looked like invisible terrifying blades. With one stroke, it was full of meanings, chopping out shocking huge bloodstains on the evil ghost's body.

There is a talisman written between the heaven and the earth, and everything in the sky and the earth is a talisman.

Mountains, rivers, sky, wind and snow, how can talismans be just pen and ink. In this case, people can also be talismans.

The cinnabar is a talisman, because it is too bright red and ruined, dripping in the black ink, it looks a bit nondescript.

She also said before that Xu Baiyan's character is very bad, too upright, and uprightness is not justice!Because justice is always the justice of the majority!If wine is poured into the spring water, the clarity of the spring water will be stained, and if water is mixed into the wine, it will destroy the wine's fragrance.This is already the case with springs and wine, not to mention people.

Therefore, Zhu Sha deserves to die. From various perspectives, she should die.

But after all these years, she is still alive
She is still alive, still writhing around that ghost, pointing at it as a talisman, the talisman is like a knife, blood and flesh are splashed in the light dance, and she falls.
The ghost master who merged with the big ghost felt weaker and more frightened.

The other party is just a person, and how can a person resist a ghost.

This ghost master has been fighting on the southern battlefield for 50 years. He has experienced the most tragic battles and seen the most brutal and bloody. He knew that this woman was very powerful, but he did not expect her to be so powerful.While being shocked, the old ghost master forced out a burst of youthful vigor from his skinny body.

With a thought, the cruel killing intent that had been buried for many years burst out through the ghost's muscles and blood vessels.

Roaring, roaring, the ghost no longer cared about the wounds all over his body, fighting the pain of his muscles being torn apart, he punched fiercely, his fierce eyes fixed on the strange red, and then blasted out in an instant.

Extremely fast, extremely accurate, this is almost the most perfect punch that the old ghost master has thrown in his life.

The next moment, the wind and sand cleared away, and the night moon and stars were sparse. The old ghost master knew that he had hit it, and he finally hit it. He hit it firmly and clearly.The corner of his mouth was smashed with a cruel smile that didn't fit his age, as if he finally slapped to death a mosquito that had been buzzing for three days and three nights.

But suddenly, the old ghost master's smile froze on his face!

His sight was connected to the ghost's eyes, and spread down the thick arm in disbelief, and then...he saw the woman.

The woman stood on the ground, supporting the peak of the ghost's fist, and her disproportionately sized hands formed an extremely absurd scene under the darkness of night.

The ghost master is stupid, he should be glad that he is integrated with the ghost now, otherwise, he must be stunned and collapsed on the ground at this moment.

There was some blood seeping from the corner of Zhu Sha's mouth, but she didn't care, she just dabbed it lightly with her finger, and then wiped it on the ghost's fist
With a light stroke, the incomparably complicated runes on the big ghost's body were inconceivably cut off.

No one knows how she did it. These talismans were all drawn by the top talisman masters on Qianmo Mountain. They used the most sophisticated pen and ink and took countless days and nights. How could they be destroyed by a simple blood line? agree?
However, all of this still happened, just like the scene just now.

The ghost master suddenly felt that he had a splitting headache, his internal organs were churning, and the muscles in his whole body seemed to be disconnected inch by inch, and then a strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.At the same time, a thick fog of blood exploded on the big ghost's chest.
With a sound of "Pa!", a figure emerged from the blood mist, and then fell miserably to the ground. The old ghost master coughed violently, and was almost unable to stand up from the fall.

Zhu Sha watched from a distance, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the ghost master and the ghost separated.

The ghosts with the talismans written on them are all dead, without the integration and control of the ghost master, they are just a statue of flesh and blood.

So she dragged her frail body towards the ghost teacher.

"It's a little surprising. Since those people found me, why did they only send one ghost? According to their habits, at least a dozen more ghosts should be sent to chase and kill me." Zhu Sha looked condescendingly at the ghost in the pool of blood. said the stooped old man.

The old man was still coughing, trying to resist the severe pain in his body: "Zhu Sha is indeed the most terrifying woman in Daqin, I still underestimated you."

"Well, you really underestimated me. So where is your companion? If I'm not mistaken, 50 miles away, at least a dozen big ghosts are approaching here, and there should be a large cavalry tent covering the entire place by now. Surround Yucheng." While speaking, Zhu Sha looked around, as if waiting for the next second, when a sea of ​​people would come out from the other side of the valley screaming and killing.

However.
"Hehehe—" the old man began to laugh: "No, there are no ghosts, no cavalry tents, no follow-up pursuit. Only me."

"What?" Zhu Sha was taken aback, this was definitely not the battle that should have happened, so a flash of vigilance suddenly flashed in her slightly weak eyes!
At the same time, the old ghost master has slowly pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, only the size of a palm.

"At first, I thought it was ridiculous to use this kind of thing just to deal with one person. I didn't expect that it was me who was ridiculous in the end."

While speaking, the old ghost master couldn't hold the paper steadily with his trembling hands, so he had to let it fall to the ground.

A rune.
On the Cangbi Peak of Qianmo Mountain, it was written by those unknown talisman masters, who had been writing it for several years!

(End of this chapter)