Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 178 Demons
She could really smell the rotting stench of the female ghost.

"You must have been dead for a long time..." Jiang Sile's lips moved slightly.

"It smells really disgusting..."

She made no secret of her disgust and disgust, and her eyes were sharp.

But the evil ghost laughed. Her rotten fingers touched Jiang Sile's face, and the smell got closer and closer.

Jiang Sile felt the fingers touching the bridge of her nose and between her eyebrows. Her eyes were facing the evil ghost's eyes, and the two were locked in a stalemate while looking at each other.

It seemed to A Yi that Anle suddenly stopped moving. She didn't speak and looked straight ahead, as if she was staring at something or looking at something.

He didn't dare to disturb him. The only thing he could do was to save the candle.

Again

Again

He once again watched Jiang Sile go into danger, but he was helpless.A deep sense of powerlessness flowed in his heart, like a river made of bitter medicine, immersing his whole heart in the bitter taste.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was also ill.

A Yishi looked at Jiang Sile like this, looking at her happiness or anger, looking at her expression, and looking at her firm and calm eyes.

Jiang Sile did not dare to move at this time. She had no idea how far the evil ghost had recovered and whether she could also eliminate herself with a snap of her fingers.

But... only then did Jiang Sile realize that she was not as careless as she had imagined. There were already things in this world that she cared about that she could never let go of.

Jiang Sile couldn't help but want to look at A Yi, but she clenched her fingers tightly. The white fingers were already red, and she didn't dare to turn her head.

The evil spirit clung to her, and Jiang Sile endured it, gritting his teeth to continue to irritate her.

But the evil ghost seemed to know what she was thinking. Her sticky breath moved to her ears. The long and harsh voice of the female ghost in her ears seemed to be fatal poison, making Jiang Sile couldn't help but tremble.

"You are already dead. Do you remember...remember that time in Quanzhou? You were stabbed in the heart by a sudden assassin. You are already dead..."

This is completely unbelievable. There has never been an assassin, let alone an attack.Jiang Sile told himself calmly and rationally, but his whole body gradually lost control of Jiang Sile in these murmuring words.

She watched as her hands turned into white bones little by little, and the skin and flesh on them gradually rotted away, even falling to the ground, and she seemed to really feel the pain of rotting hands.

Jiang Sile's eyes widened, her thoughts were confused, and her whole body suddenly stiffened.

The evil spirit laughed loudly in her ears when he saw this scene, and the laughter was more piercing than the rattling of the glass.

"Ayishi..." Jiang Sile suddenly roared, and just a second after her voice fell, all the illusions disappeared.

A Yishi extinguished the candle, put the evil thing into his arms, and immediately took Jiang Sile's hand and hugged her into his arms.

"I'm here, I'm..."

A Yishi firmly wrapped his arms around Jiang Sile, allowing her to breathe in his chest.

Then... a kiss.

Jiang Sile seemed to care about nothing and didn't want to worry about anything. When she kissed A Yi fiercely, she kissed his lips bravely and passionately.

Ayi felt all the emotions Jiang Sile carried with him, including fear, bravery, passionate love, and the love that could not be let go even if he left everything behind.

He kissed back, with the same passion, feeling her hands on his shoulders, feeling her shaky breaths, feeling her fear.And he responded with his bravery, his passion.

Respond to the kiss.

The two monks sitting opposite them couldn't help but turn their heads, lowered their eyes, and silently recited the scriptures, "This is how I hear..."

A moment later, Jiang Sile curled up obediently in A Yishi's arms. Everything that happened before made her cheer up, but only in her lover's arms could she breathe.

Ayi placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, put a hand on her shoulder, and patted her back slowly.

At this time, even Ayishi himself was unaware of his tenderness.

It was like treating a cherished treasure, not wanting to take his eyes away from her for a moment.

Jiang Sile leaned back, her head resting on A Yishi's shoulder.

After breathing for a moment, Jiang Sile suddenly looked at the two monks opposite who were chanting sutras with their heads down, and said, "Do you two masters have any way to restrain the evil ghosts?"

This question made the two of them break away from the scriptures, raised their heads, and met Jiang Sile's eyes.

Yuanyi was the first to open his mouth. He was very unsure and hesitantly said: "Noble sir, can the Buddha...the Buddha statue and the magical weapon be...?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but scratch his head and turned to look at his senior brother.

Monk Yuanli was frowning at this time. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth and said, "May I ask, noble sir, what kind of ghost is it? What's unusual about it?"

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Jiang Sile, who thought for a moment and leaned closer to Ayi.

She said softly: "He is a vicious ghost who hurts people..."

As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but fall on her wrists. Just now... these hands were rotten, and the appearance of the exposed bones was deeply engraved in Jiang Sile's mind.

Illusions are all illusions...

Although she soothed herself, in fact, she already had a faint feeling that something was wrong with her body.

But the monk Yuanli who received her answer was very distressed at the moment.

A hurtful ghost?But they didn't see the noble man being hurt at all, although the noble man's face became paler and his whole person looked more fragile.

Is it the ghost in the candle?
Yuan Li murmured in his heart, frowning, thinking of a solution.

Their Qingyang Temple does not rely solely on offerings and incense money to make a living, but their main business has never been ghost hunting.At most, it would be nothing more than being invited to a funeral for salvation.

But scripture?
They had meditated silently before, but it seemed to have no effect on the ghost in the candle.

Buddha statue?

Yuanli shook his head secretly in his heart. There were Buddhist statues everywhere in Qingyang Temple, and this ghost was not affected at all. Just like last time, the feng shui of that Zen room was excellent. There were stone statues outside and on the roof, and inside the house But there is a portrait of Buddha enlightening, but it has become white over time and cannot be seen clearly.

Even these things couldn't restrain that evil ghost, so what on earth could make that evil ghost feel afraid?

Yuan Li asked this question: "Noble sir, is there anything that can make that fierce ghost feel afraid?"

(End of this chapter)