The Last Train to Hell

It is clear that he will not interfere in the affairs of the secular world.

"Cultivating immortals, where is the immortal path? Why can't you think it through?"

Master Lin muttered in a low voice. I guess he must be talking to himself, otherwise he would never whisper so quietly.

The man in the suit also became interested and took the initiative to talk to us.

"How do you know that there are still cultivators of the older generation?"

Of course, he was not talking to me, but to Master Lin.

It seems that the man in the suit may be a cultivator of the older generation?

Looking at him like this, it is hard to imagine that. The skin he exposed looks younger than Master Lin.

With a formal suit and sunglasses, people who don't know him would think he is the bodyguard of a big boss.

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a big-nosed Taoist priest, let alone a cultivator.

"It doesn't matter whether it exists or not. They are afraid and dare not come out. It doesn't matter. The sky will not fall. There will always be people who are willing to sacrifice their lives and guard the sky."

I don't understand Master Lin's words. Only he and the man in the suit can understand the meaning.

From the changeable expression of the man in the suit, it was clear that he must have understood what Master Lin meant.

The two of them were playing dumb here, just because they didn't want me to know. What was there that I couldn't know?

"You're right to think so. They are indeed afraid. They dare not accept disciples, show up, or take action. There are some things you don't understand yet, but you will understand them sooner or later."

After the man in the suit finished speaking, he turned back to his expressionless look and ignored us.

Master Lin also fell silent, staring blankly at the distance, not knowing what he was thinking?

"I knew from a young age that I must protect this piece of land. Later, I felt more and more that I was alone. There had been no trouble in the spirit world for many years, but it became lively when I came here."

Master Lin's tone sounded a bit exhausted.

He was not young anymore. Now he was running around all day and working hard without getting any rest. It was normal for his body to be unable to bear it.

What was most worrying was his heart. If he was unhappy, it would be more worrying than being uncomfortable physically.

"Master, don't think too much. Let's focus on the things in front of us first. When we are done with these things in front of us, we can think about other things. Just do our best."

I am not good at talking, but this time I said it from the bottom of my heart, and it was still full of affection.

The screaming sound has not stopped, but it seems to be getting more and more intense. Neither I nor Master Lin can take care of other things.

Master Lin stood up from the ground, took out a bundle of red ropes, and then took out the ink fountain.

I can recognize this thing, thanks to a carpenter in the village when I was a child. His most precious thing is the ink fountain that has been used for generations.

Later, it should be passed on to his son. Even if his son is successful, gets admitted to university and finds a good job, he probably won't need this kind of thing.

The red rope was stuffed into my hand by Master Lin and asked me to pull it up.

The denser the better. How do I know how to pull the red rope? And there is no place to hang it around. How can I pull it?

In a difficult situation, I can always think of a way. There is no column but a stone. Wrap the red rope around the stone.

Then put the stone into the wall. At least the wall is made of mud. If it was made of stone, I would not have to use my hands.

The screams were getting closer and closer, and my head hurt more and more, as if countless people were shouting in my ears.

It was countless people, but it was not countless, but at least tens of thousands of ghosts were definitely there.

I could imagine that what would appear in front of me in a while would be an endless sea of ​​ghosts.

At a glance, there were heads of ghosts everywhere. They looked at me greedily, and their eyes were full of ferocity.

It was as if they were going to eat me alive in the next second.

The red rope was almost pulled, and I didn't know whether this thing was powerful or not.

Master Lin pasted some talisman paper on it at the speed of light, and as for the back, he used the ink fountain to pour out something that looked like a Bagua formation.

I didn't understand what it was specifically, but I was prepared anyway.

The sound was getting closer, and my eyes were wide open. I even suspected that my eyes would jump out of their sockets in the next second.

It was so uncomfortable, and my throat was filled with the smell of blood.

Suddenly, something was stuffed into my ear. I turned my head to look at Master Lin, and saw him looking at the talisman paper in his hand with a painful look on his face.

How could I not understand what he was stuffing into my ear.

Is he stuffing all the talisman paper into my ear? It's also very good.

No wonder Master Lin was reluctant to do it. Another talisman paper was rolled into a ball and stuffed into my right ear.

I felt better and was finally able to distract myself to observe other things.

Seeing that the man in the suit looked normal and there was no change, I couldn't help but feel strange.

Is he really not uncomfortable at all? Doesn't he feel very uncomfortable in his ears?

Why is he so calm? Looking at me again, I was helpless.

Who wants to be tossed so uncomfortable by the screaming sound? I also want to be immune to this thing, but the situation does not allow it.

When the nest is overturned, there will be no eggs intact. I suddenly thought of this sentence and wondered in my heart, is the man in the suit really going to stand by and watch and do nothing?

The spirit has dealt with Master Lin and me, will it really leave him alone? I'm afraid he will be the next target.

So what is he thinking, why doesn't he help us two?

I didn't dare to ask him. Even if I did, it would be useless. What if he was planning to attack me?

He was embarrassed by my questions and got angry. If I left here, wouldn't I be a sinner?

Even if I blocked the talisman paper, I was still affected by the sharp sound when the spirit army came. It could directly penetrate the eardrum and penetrate into my mind.

What dolphin sound? Compared with this, it is too weak.

This sound should be the maximum decibel that the human body can accept. The power is almost comparable to ultrasound.

I saw that Master Lin's expression was much more relaxed, and I was just surprised. Why was he relaxed?

Is there something else to say?

"No wonder these things have been useless. They really can't do anything to you and me. It turns out that they are broken spirits. Their most important things are left in the woods outside."

Master Lin's voice was clearly heard through the paper ball.

I heard it clearly, and my heart relaxed a little.

It's good to be able to deal with it. There are so many ghosts, it looks really scary, but it's much more unreal than normal ghosts.

It's like it's fake, real ghosts shouldn't be this vague.

The important thing is in the woods, there are human figures in the woods, they are together, can they be real ghosts when they are together?