dragon hunter

Chapter 85
"Fatty, are you all right?" I yelled loudly, but got no response.

The companion who was still with me just now disappeared suddenly, and I walked into the hall with fear.

The scene in the hall seems to have changed a bit. Before I can take a closer look, there are footsteps coming from the front, and someone is walking towards this side.

I quickly hid behind a stone pillar, covered my body with a side curtain, and secretly looked at the situation ahead.

A woman with a graceful figure covered in a white veil walked towards the sarcophagus in the center of the hall. There was an indescribable aura about that woman.

"White Lotus Saintess!" I saw that unfamiliar yet familiar figure, and my heart was very uneasy. Didn't the other party die hundreds of years ago?
"Brother, I will light a Longyan incense for you, and we will meet again in a few hundred years." The voice of the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus was very ethereal.

At this moment, I finally found out what was wrong, the curtains around me were completely new, and there was also a piece of Longyan incense missing from the bronze incense burner.

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus took out a piece of Longyan Incense, inserted it into the bronze incense burner and lit it, a wisp of blue smoke rose, and I vaguely smelled a strange fragrance, and I felt like I was in the air.

"What's going on, where the hell am I now?" Even having been through something similar before, I didn't know how to deal with it.

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus turned and left, disappearing into the depths of the hall. A hand stretched out from the void and extinguished the burning Long Yanxiang. That hand looked familiar, it seemed to be the hand of the Faceless Man.

"It's a pity, the success fell short!" The ethereal and ethereal voice seemed to ring in my ears.

"Excellent, such a powerful idea, even I am addicted to the illusion." I seemed to hear the voice of the old boatman.

"Oh my god, what the hell, you scared Fatty to death." Fatty Wang's voice sounded kind.

I turned around suddenly, and found that I was still standing where I was, and the old boatmen were beside me, looking undecided in shock.

"The thing in the sarcophagus sat up." Lang Ying raised the alloy crossbow and pointed it forward.

"What the hell is that?" I looked at the figure walking out of the sarcophagus in shock, sweat dripping from my forehead.

The figure walking towards us is indescribably weird, the whole body is in a translucent state, and the meridians and blood vessels can be clearly seen, and the transparent white skeleton is looming.

"He was cut off from the incense, failed to transform the Yin God, and became an evil spirit." Fatty Wang's teeth were chattering.

"I can't enjoy the incense anymore. Your flesh and blood souls seem to be a good delicacy." An ethereal voice echoed in the hall.

"Let's leave as soon as possible, it's too scary." Fatty Wang turned around trembling, his elephant leg just took a step forward, and then retracted, with a look of despair, "It's over, we are surrounded."

Fatty Wang held up a flashlight, shivering, and shone forward, holding an amulet in the other hand, praying non-stop.

I turned around quickly, and saw the group of wax corpses I saw when I first entered the underground palace, surrounding us, each with their heads down, walking towards this side step by step.

"Go into the hall first and close the door." I made a decision hastily.Although the evil spirit in the hall was terrifying, it was better to face one than to face a group.

We hurried into the main hall, closed the heavy door forcefully, and looked at the evil spirit anxiously by the shimmer of fluorite on the stone wall.

With a soft sound, Lang Ying half-kneeled on the ground, pulled the crossbow trigger, and a crossbow arrow quickly shot at the evil spirit.

The crossbow arrows passed through the evil spirit's transparent body without causing any impact, and the other party still walked towards us at a leisurely pace.

Outside the hall door behind us, there was a scalp-numbing scratching sound. There were wolves in front and tigers in the back. We seemed to be cornered.

"Quick, give me a crossbow bolt." In a crisis, I remembered the method to deal with the snakeman of the Ma family, and blessed the crossbow bolt with a broken evil talisman.

"Trouble, that evil spirit doesn't seem to be afraid of physical attacks." The old boatman looked serious.

I hurriedly took the crossbow arrow from Lang Ying, I bit my finger, and started to draw the broken evil talisman on it, the tip of the arrow was stained red with blood.

"Come on, try again." I handed the crossbow arrow drawn with the Shasha Talisman to Lang Ying.

Lang Ying took the crossbow, and with the alloy crossbow in both arms, moved forward a few steps, pulled the crossbow again, and a black shadow flew out.

"Panic, fear, nervousness, only boiling blood can taste good." The evil spirit didn't dodge or evade, letting the crossbow arrows pass through its body, bringing up a trace of smoke.

"Fatty, think of a way." I gritted my molars, rushed towards the evil spirit, and threw a few pieces of burning talisman paper.

Among the four sects of witchcraft, medicine, physiognomy, and Zhu, only the Zhu sect has the deepest research on ghosts. This evil spirit is very difficult to deal with. I can only hope that Fatty Wang, who has been taught by the old monk, can come up with a solution.

"I... I think it's better to run quickly, there may be an exit behind the hall." Fatty Wang ran away with a whimper.

"You bastard!" I cursed in my heart, and found that the talisman paper I threw was completely in vain, the evil spirit was too powerful, and let the burning talisman paper float past my body.

The evil spirit ignored Fatty Wang who was running past, and stretched out his hand to point to the back. There was a sound of a lock, and an iron gate fell down, sealing the back door of the main hall.

"It's over, Fatty fell home this time." Fatty Wang stopped and stared blankly at the iron gate, as if all his strength had been drained.

The figure of the evil spirit flickered and floated towards me. It was so fast that I couldn't react in time. I only saw a disappearing afterimage.

"Be careful!" Lang Ying's voice was full of panic.

My neck tightened, as if tied by an invisible rope, seeing the translucent head of the evil spirit, close at hand, with bright red blood vessels and muscles inside, made people feel sick.

"Delicious soul, let me taste your taste." The evil spirit pinched my neck with both hands, as if admiring something delicious.

"Your sister, I hate being choked." A nameless anger dispelled the fear in my heart. Recently, I have been choked all the time. Do these guys think I'm easy to bully?
I took out a handful of yellow talisman paper from my waist, and threw it at the face of the evil spirit. Unfortunately, the sawtooth machete was left outside the door, otherwise I would smear it with blood to see if I could cut off the evil spirit's head with one blow.

"Hold on, Master Fatty is here to save you." Fatty Wang yelled, with a faint golden light covering his hands, he rushed over here.

"Fatty, be careful!" I yelled hoarsely, attacking the evil spirit indiscriminately.

The neck is cold, but my heart is warm. Even though Fatty Wang has many shortcomings, he is still very loyal when life and death are at stake.

The terrifying face of the evil spirit moved closer to the center of my eyebrows, and a strong suction came, and I felt like my entire soul was about to leave my body.

"Ah!" The tearing pain in my soul made me scream, desperately trying to push the evil spirit away, but my arm could only pass through the opponent's body.

I feel that the memory in my brain seems to be constantly being lost, and many forgotten memories have been dug out.

A vague face emerged in my mind. It was a 27-year-old woman with a graceful temperament, looking at me with a smile on her face, "Fanfan, father and mother will be back soon, you have to be good at home."

"When did this happen, why do I have no memory at all?" I have lived with my second uncle since I was a child, and the impression of my parents is blank for me.

I found myself lying in a cradle with a rattle in my hand, and the pain was tearing, and the memory seemed to be fading away.

"Don't!" I yelled angrily. The blurred face of that woman was very precious to me, because it was a mother I had never met.

How could I be willing to let this precious memory be absorbed by that evil spirit? The unprecedented anger made my whole body seem to be on fire.

The Qianlong tattoo on the back felt my anger, a huge heat surged out, turned into a pale yellow dragon shadow, and rushed towards the huge idea of ​​the evil spirit.

An ear-piercing scream made my eardrums ache, and the suction between my brows disappeared in an instant, and I took the opportunity to get rid of the evil spirit's entanglement.

"It's so dangerous, the fat man can't hit this guy at all." Fatty Wang grabbed my arm with one hand and dragged me to run backwards.

"Are you okay?" The old boatman's concerned voice came from in front of him.

I shook my head and stayed away from the evil spirit, so I had time to turn around and look at the other party's condition. The evil spirit seemed to be seriously injured, holding his head in pain, and squatting on the ground.

"My head hurts, but the more boiling the soul, the more I like it!" The voice of the evil spirit gnashing his teeth made people feel chills in their hearts.

"Fatty, think about it quickly, did the old monk teach you how to deal with this evil spirit?" Seeing that the evil spirit was recovering slowly, I asked anxiously.

"Zhumen has a secret method, which can awaken the protection of the bloodline ancestor spirit. It is very suitable to deal with this kind of evil spirit that is between the virtual and the real." Fatty Wang hesitated.

"Then do it quickly?" I urged anxiously, seeing that the evil spirit was about to recover.

"But my ancestors have been farmers for eight generations, so it's useless to wake them up." Fatty Wang cried.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and use that secret technique on me." The old boatman stood in front of the fat man and said in a deep voice.

I suddenly thought of the headless heroic soul with a large knife, and remembered that the old boatman said he was a descendant of a hero. He was overjoyed and urged: "Fatty, quickly show the old man the secret method."

Fatty Wang bit his finger and drew on the old boatman's face. A strange mask appeared on the old boatman's face.

Fatty Wang muttered in a strange tone, his voice was high and low, I couldn't understand it at all, and an inexplicable breath rose from the old boatman.

"I can't finish killing devil heads, I can't finish drinking the enemy's blood." The old boatman closed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"It's done!" Fatty Wang said weakly, and collapsed on the ground, his face pale.

The old boatman suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, and his aura suddenly rose several levels.

"Delicious soul, here I come!" The voice of the evil spirit sounded from behind.

(End of this chapter)