Ghostly mysterious girl

Chapter 62 Night Attack of Hundred Ghosts (5)

Feng Shishi's face changed slightly, he hurriedly filled the hole, and ignored the red-robed female ghost for the time being, let's seal up these little fellows first.

Thinking of this, she pinched the sword with one hand and quickly chanted the mantra.

Seeing that the seal was about to be successful, unexpectedly the red-robed female ghost came suddenly and pierced her left shoulder with sharp long claws.

Her face turned pale in an instant, but she didn't let herself make a sound of pain, and continued to chant the spell.

Can't stop...she can't stop yet!

She has practiced Taoism since she was a child, and she has righteous energy in her body to protect her body all the year round, and the red-robed female ghost cannot harm her life in a short time.

The red-robed female ghost took the opportunity to attack her fiercely, but she couldn't kill her no matter what, she suddenly became angry from embarrassment, stabbing her body frantically with both claws.

In a daze, a sharp claw was about to scrape her small round face, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and shouted loudly: "Seal!"

At the same time, he swung the soul-absorbing stick in his hand vigorously, and gave the female ghost in red a blow to the head.

"Ho Ho Ho -" the female ghost in red let out a tragic cry, her body trembling violently, as if she was in severe pain.

Feng Shishi quickly took a step back, taking advantage of the female ghost being injured by her, she quickly put away the underworld god's curse.

The dome shrank rapidly, and together with the hundred ghosts in the dome, it gradually became smaller, turning into a small circle the size of a fist, sinking into the ground, and finally disappeared.

"Drink..." Feng Shishi took a long breath and looked up at the red-robed female ghost.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes, the female ghost came again!

She hastily lifted up the spirit stick, endured the pain to receive the blow from the female ghost, and then hit the stick with a backhand, hitting the female ghost again until she screamed miserably.

The female ghost saw that she couldn't get close to her body no matter what, and it was hit twice by the soul-attracting stick, and the injury was not serious. If this continues, both parties will not benefit, so it is better to heal the injury and fight again.

Thinking of this, the female ghost suddenly disappeared.

Feng Shishi let out a long sigh of relief, covered his heart with one hand, and used the other hand to use the soul-absorbing rod as a crutch, and turned to go down the mountain.

At the entrance of Zhongyu Village, beside a dusty Land Rover, Yan Zhengting waited anxiously, and a layer of restless tension appeared on Leng Jun's monstrous face.

He'd never been so nervous about someone, and now he was, he was nervous about her.

It has been more than an hour since she went down the mountain, and she still hasn't come out.

If he doesn't come out again, he will definitely go into the mountains to find her.

Finally, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

Yan Zhengting's face brightened, and he ran over.

The closer he got to Feng Shishi, the more the smile on his face froze, and finally disappeared.

When he came in front of her, he saw the bloody wound on her upper body, except for her face, almost no inch of skin was intact.

Yan Zhengting's heart almost jumped out, and he quickly supported her. When his palm touched her skin, Feng Shishi couldn't hold on anymore and fell down weakly.

Instinctively, he picked her up horizontally, turned around and ran quickly into the village.

Fortunately, the village head's house was not far from the village entrance, so Yan Zhengting quickly carried Feng Shishi to the village head's house.

The village chief immediately called for the female village doctor, and a group of people hurried up and down, after several hours of tossing, they finally treated Feng Shishi's wounds all over her body and changed her into clean clothes.

However, Feng Shishi didn't wake up right away, lying on the bed as well as falling asleep.

Yan Zhengting sat quietly on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and held a small soft hand of hers.

Feng Shishi's hands were not injured, but they were very cold, with almost no temperature.

(End of this chapter)