Sister, stay away from me!

Chapter 85 Thanks
Although the thing that appeared suddenly had hands and feet, its feet were drooping, with its toes pointing down and a distance of five centimeters from the ground.

It was dressed in white, with bloodstains all over its clothes and disheveled hair, looking like a ghost.

The first person who saw the ghost was already paralyzed on the ground with fright, his hands and feet were weak, and he wanted to get up and run away several times, but he couldn't stand up.

Seeing this thing, the well-informed old man Luo knocked on the cigarette rod, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "What are you panicking! You're just watching a show. Greet good people, get ready to act!"

Those who saw this kind of scene quickly calmed down, pulled their companions who were still fiddling together to put on makeup, dress up, and build a stage, and built a decent stage without much effort.

Old man Luo put up the idol, offered incense sticks, and then went on stage and began to sing "Send the Soul".

There are a lot of particulars about the stage, for example, "Send the Soul" cannot be sung in the first scene of the opening scene, and "Thank You" cannot be sung in the last scene.

But since it's singing for ghosts, then everything has to be reversed.

Theater troupes tend to recruit ghosts. Although the frequency is not high, they can always encounter them a few times after living for decades.

After getting dressed, the old man Luo put on an ink-colored costume, a long beard, and a long knife in his hand, and stepped onto the stage.

After making his appearance, he looked intently and found that a dozen white shadows had floated over from under the stage. At this time, there were many ghosts, as if he had come to the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, which made people change their faces when they heard the news.

But the old man Luo took a look at it, and then he started singing, and his unique voice sounded, spreading in all directions.

"Lonely, only tears away from people, thousands of miles away, lonely graves want to die; I sigh that heroes are loved by people, but people are not sought after. Who casts the hero's blood? Who will send the soul of the country?"

Seeing more and more ghosts, Wang Huai pulled Luo Xiaosheng over and asked, "What's going on here?"

"It should be Grandpa's theater fan." Luo Xiaosheng said excitedly, "Going out to meet ghosts and seeing a coffin to get rich is a good sign, indicating that we are going to be famous this time. And we have experience in such things, and we will be fine after singing the play gone."

The 15-year-old boy is at the time when he is not afraid of anything, and when he sees a female ghost, he wants to go up and squeeze his hands, and have an authentic life-and-death friendship.

But right away, Luo Xiaosheng couldn't laugh anymore.

Last time, after old man Luo sang a song, there would be a lot fewer ghosts below.

But this time, instead of decreasing, the number of ghosts in the audience increased.

Not long after, both sides of the road were surrounded by all kinds of wandering spirits, completely cutting off the back road.

Someone rushed out from the wandering soul, but just as soon as he touched the wandering soul, he fell to the ground trembling all over, unable to get out no matter what.

These wandering souls didn't move at all, they just stared blankly at the stage, but it still made people feel terrified.

In addition, the surrounding temperature has also dropped.

It is still summer, and the temperature during the day is very high, but now it seems that it is winter, and even the surrounding weeds are covered with a layer of frost.

Wang Huai has mana in his body and Pangu elixir, so the cold doesn't matter.

But the third senior sister beside her was sealed with magical powers, and now she has started to tighten her clothes, and her whole body is trembling non-stop.

Sighing, Wang Huai took off his long gown and covered Wu Wei's body.

Wrapped in a long gown, Wu Wei felt the remaining warmth from the clothes, and felt as if he had merged with Wang Huai, his face blushed instantly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I thought you couldn't talk anymore."

Wu Wei hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "I do have a lot of questions I want to ask you, but it's not good to take advantage of others' danger. So I restrain myself and don't ask you questions."

The unexpected answer made Wang Huai stunned.

As Uncle Duan said, Wang Huai hates people with noble qualities the most.

On the one hand, cheating the other party will make you feel guilty.

On the other hand, I can't help falling in love with each other.

Wang Huai's purpose in life is to be flexible, as long as he doesn't exceed his limit, he can do whatever he wants.

Therefore, for those who abide by their own principles, Wang Huai will laugh at their pedantry on the surface, but he always admires them in his heart.

"Wu Wei."

"Ah."

"I like you a lot. Uh, the friend kind."

Wu Wei looked at Wang Huai stupidly, then suddenly closed his eyes and passed out completely.

"No way, can't bear a word? Wait, something's wrong."

Wang Huai immediately noticed that not only Wu Wei, but other members of the troupe were also staggering, and then fell to the ground one after another.

The gathering of wandering souls seemed to be under enormous pressure, which made the old man Luo who sang on the stage heavier and heavier, and his singing became weaker and weaker.

Just when Wang Huai felt that the situation was out of control, Qian Liu's voice rang in his ears: "Benefactor, take us to a place where no one is around."

Wang Huai got up immediately, and slipped out quietly when everyone's attention was on Wandering Soul.

Stepping into the deserted grove, Zheng Wu's shadow flew down from Wang Huai's neck, and turned into Zheng Wu and Qian Liu after landing.

At this time, the faces of the two were full of compassion, and the treasure was solemn.

After coming out, they sat cross-legged and began to chant scriptures.

The voices of their chanting are not loud, but their penetrating power is extremely strong.

After the scriptures were read, they did not disappear, but wandered in the woods like echoes.

After a few breaths, the wandering soul who was listening to the opera before was attracted by the scriptures, and slowly moved into the woods and came to the side of the two monks.

Not long after, dozens of wandering spirits gathered here, causing the temperature in the forest to drop rapidly, and at the same time, cold sweat broke out on Zheng Wuqianliu's face.

Finding a gap, Qian Liu said, "Benefactor, help us protect the law later."

"Let's talk about the situation first."

"These wandering spirits are ghosts, and there must be a tiger demon around them. These ghosts are driven by the tiger demon. We are purifying these ghosts now. When the tiger demon finds out that something is wrong, it will definitely come. At that time, please benefactor Help get rid of the tiger demon."

"What if I can't beat the opponent?"

"Just go."

"What about you?"

"Just die."

Qian Liu spoke very frankly, as if life and death no longer mattered.

Even if he has the secret of reincarnation, he will still sell short if he has a good cultivation base, and Qian Liu's potential is not high, so whether he can be ranked is still a matter of opinion.

For a group of people they just met, these two monks were so willing.

Looking at the calm two, Wang Huai shook his head helplessly.

Sitting cross-legged, Wang Huai began to practice the "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue".

Prior to this, he had reached the first level of consummation, but he felt that a level of opportunity was missing.

"Taishang Wangqing Jue" is a method of heaven, and the practice pays attention to opportunities.

If the opportunity has not arrived, then there is no way to break through.

Just now, Wu Wei, Qian Liu, and Zheng Wu's actions touched him imperceptibly, and made him feel the opportunity here, so he started to practice directly.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Huai felt the surroundings were completely silent, even the chirping of insects in the forest disappeared completely.

Opening his eyes, Wang Huai saw a huge, one-man-tall white tiger appearing in the forest, its copper bell-like eyes were fixed on the three people in front of it.

Wang Huai stood up with a clear mind.

"The Tale of Forgetfulness" has broken through.

After the breakthrough, Wang Huai felt that he could enter meditation at any time, and the messy emotions in his heart were swept away.

The mana around him became softer and clearer, and the quality of mana increased by [-]% in vain, making his strength leap again.

Staring at the tiger demon in front of him, Wang Huai could feel the pressure released from the opponent, and could faintly feel a gifted spell.

Qian Liu, who was sitting on the ground chanting scriptures, sensed the tiger demon's arrival, looked up at him, and smiled wryly.

It is a tiger demon in the mana realm.

Although the strength of the monsters in the same realm is weaker than that of the monks, Wang Huai is just a royal object, and it is absolutely impossible to resist it.

Knowing that he would die here today, Qian Liu said to Zheng Wu who was beside him: "Junior Brother, I have wronged you."

"Don't be wronged. And I am the guardian of senior brother. Today, I will give senior brother a ride."

After finishing speaking, the strange things in Zheng Wu's body boiled, and thousands of shadows emerged, circulating around Zheng Wu with great power.

"Zheng Wu, don't! Don't push strange things like this, you can't enter reincarnation like this!"

"It's okay, for the sake of Senior Brother, I am willing."

"Stop it, it's really unnecessary!"

"Brother, there is no need to persuade me, I have made up my mind."

"I mean, the tiger demon is dead!"

"Brother, at this time... eh?"

Turning his head, Zheng Wu saw that the huge tiger demon had been smashed into the ground, and thousands of fists fell on the tiger demon like a waterfall, leaving the tiger demon with no chance to scream.

At this time, Wang Huai was covered in blood, and half of his shoulder was about to be bitten off, dripping with blood.

But even so, there was no pain on Wang Huai's face, he was completely a war weapon, unreservedly tilting his power on the tiger demon.

Seeing Wang Huai's wound, Zheng Wu could probably imagine how Wang Huai beat him before.

Completely ignoring the defense, using the body as bait to lure the tiger monster into the bait, and then beat the opponent with all its strength.

This is completely a way of exchanging life for life, but at this time it succeeded unexpectedly, forcibly killing a way out.

"This person is really extraordinary." Zheng Wu muttered to himself, "I don't know who is the monster."

"My Buddha is merciful." Qian Liu also said in a low voice.

Early the next morning, Old Man Luo, who lost his voice when he sang, saw that the ghosts around him disappeared without a trace.

There was no one on the chairs under the stage, only some broken silver scattered on the ground, like a reward from a spectator.

Behind the stage, everyone was sleepy from exhaustion, and Wang Huai and Wu Wei were lying beside a huge tiger carcass, sleeping soundly.

Looking at the tiger carcass, old man Luo was silent for a long time, and finally raised his hand and sang in a low voice:

"The breeze knows the coming of spring, ten thousand cups of turbid wine welcomes the benefactor; there is nothing to say when we have a thousand words in our chest, and we will thank you when we meet in the future."

After singing, the old man Luo cupped his hands fiercely, and sang: "The song is over, the curtain is over!"

(End of this chapter)