death of mountain god

A black monster with a whole body of rock broke out of the talisman, and the surface of its skin was like cracked earth. Through the cracks, one could vaguely peep into its body, and the brightly colored magma kept rolling and boiling.

Zhou Li scolded: "Get out of the way!"

Cheng Wenzhe had just run to the edge of the roof, when he turned around and saw this hellish scene, he froze and scrambled to the corner, glanced at the two people hanging on the railing from the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat—desperately The person pulling the railing was actually Lu Yan, and below her, Fang Zhuoyan raised his head and stared at his grasped wrist.

is it possible?He remembered that Fang Zhuoyan's weight was above 130 jin.

Chen Heng stopped moving after hearing the sound, and the tiny gravel in front of him suddenly fell, as if he felt the gravity belatedly. His roots lost their target and collapsed on the ground at a loss. With force, the tree roots entangled together, scrambling to penetrate into his palm, the meridian under the skin of the forearm swirled, and this body that was different from ordinary people gave birth to a new index finger in a unique way.

"Ghost slave?" He muttered to himself, watching the two-person tall monster reach an established contract with the handsome young man, the young man subconsciously stretched out his well-proportioned arms, hung in mid-air and wrote a few ancient characters, The monster moved to the edge of the roof with a stiff gait, stretched out a black rock palm, and fished up the two struggling figures.

Shen Yuntan's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't care to wipe it off, but just looked at Zhou Li fixedly. These days, he has been like an ordinary person most of the time, no, he should be an ordinary person now. Ordinary people are right, but what this talisman represents is a covenant between gods and ghosts.

Borrowing the power of the slave ghost can be understood as using a lever, and the fulcrum is this yellow talisman. As long as the talisman is intact, the door will not be closed when the slave ghost comes.

It doesn't matter what Zhou Li is, as long as he is still him.

The servant ghost stood motionless on the roof, like a prehistoric lava sculpture. This seemingly bulky thing was very flexible. Perhaps through the communication of the talisman, it even cooled down the magma inside the palm.

Zhou Li's expression was not relaxed. He held a handful of air in his hands, and the yellow talisman was hanging flat on his hand. Looking carefully, the vermilion talisman seemed to come to life, like blood on the grass-yellow talisman paper. flow up.

The light and thin talisman paper is extremely fragile. It burns when exposed to fire, and is soft when exposed to water. It can be easily torn apart with a little force. Zhou Li thought of his childhood. In the quiet and solemn temple, there were sometimes children's laughter. , let this ignorant child tear up paper and play without getting angry. He just smiled and re-drawn a piece of paper and put it on the top of the high cabinet. He fell down, but he didn't fall on the cold and hard concrete floor. Instead, he was wrapped around his waist by a few vines and let it down gently.

The old monk must have expected that he would fall, so he cast some small spells in advance.

Seeing him frowning, Shen Yuntan silently made a few gestures, a white mist slowly condensed in his palms, and then dispersed, fluttering and covering the top of Zhou Li's head, as if being sucked by something.

Zhou Li had only practiced the ghost talisman before, and tried to keep it as long as possible, but all of them ended in failure. He silently counted the time in his heart, and at the same time prayed that the ghost in the dark would not suddenly attack.

The two people who were rescued by the slave ghosts seemed to be in good condition. Lu Yan lay on her side, staring at her wrist for a long while. Take it easy.

Suddenly Fang Zhuoyan yelled, his voice was completely different from usual, hoarse, as if a person with aphasia had finally uttered the first syllable.

His arm was sore and weak, so he dragged his legs and crawled towards Lu Yan who was beside him, put one hand on her shoulder, and turned her around little by little. Lu Yan was still staring at his wrist, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Cheng Wenzhe asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Fang Zhuoyan heard it, but before he had time to answer, he heard Lu Yan's wrist click, he lowered his head following the sound, and watched the wrist turn outward, revealing the white and broken bone stubble, and then fell to the ground.

The blood spewed out slowly, and the sweet and fishy smell penetrated into the nostrils, and the warm liquid bubbled out to the surroundings, spraying on his face and body.

How can there be so much blood...

Fang Zhuoyan made the phone tremblingly, seeing a cross in the signal bar, he dialed 120 without giving up, but there was no response.

Didn't it say that emergency calls can be made without a signal? Rumors.

The coldness in the air suddenly increased, Cheng Wenzhe tightened his clothes, and ran to Fang Zhuoyan's side: "It can be saved, as long as it is sent to the hospital in time..."

Fang Zhuoyan's shut-down brain began to work slowly, he stared blankly at the cut on Lu Yan's wrist, paused for a few seconds, and then looked elsewhere.

Lu Yan's complexion is very fair, and the veins on her wrist are purple. She usually wears nothing on her wrist, which is empty and thin. Just a few minutes ago, this wrist was still as thin and white as porcelain, but it shattered in a blink of an eye. up.

Fang Zhuoyan covered his face with his blood-stained hands, and intermittent whimpers could be heard between his fingers.

This state didn't last long. When Cheng Wenzhe was about to carry her out, Fang Zhuoyan put down his hands: "She is no longer Lu Yan, this is a monster."

"Lv Yan" stared at the people around her blankly. She even practiced smiling. Her current smile is creepy, weird like a Cheshire cat whose mouth extends to the temple. She feels pain. This familiar, Years of unchanging pain made her extremely excited, her vocal cords trembled, and her tongue trembled: "Help me..."

Fang Zhuoyan stroked her paler cheek due to blood loss: "Who are you?"

"Lu Yan" frowned puzzledly, then began to smile again: "I'm Lu Yan, you don't know me anymore?"

Shen Yuntan walked slowly behind this strange woman, winked at Fang Zhuoyan, and then patted the yellow talisman on her forehead.

Seeing Shen Yuntan make a move, Zhou Li calmed down a little, and continued to hold the ghost talisman in his hand. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, several black clouds surged up from the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, with a huge momentum, rolling and gathering towards the central rooftop. Taking a deep breath, he added another talisman.

The servant ghost's figure suddenly swelled several times, and he stretched out his arms like two fire sticks, pushing back a few inches of black clouds. Zhou Li tensed his nerves, knowing that it was a critical moment, and he couldn't make a mistake.

"Who are you?" Fang Zhuoyan continued to ask.

"Lv Yan" tilted her head to one side, her lips parted and closed together: "It hurts so much, you are treating me like this, I finally found a convenient tool, but unfortunately she is still disobedient..."

Fang Zhuoyan thought about this person's words carefully, and saw that "Lu Yan"'s eyes stopped moving, like a dead fish, he lifted "Lu Yan"'s head and shoulders, put them on his lap, gritted his teeth, and exerted all his strength. Slapped her.

Shen Yuntan nodded to the blood-stained man, then raised another talisman, took a deep breath, and patted "Lu Yan" on the chest.

Her chest rose and fell, she stood up suddenly, and began to cough violently. When she calmed down, she closed her eyes, and opened them again after a while: "What do you want to do? Push hard at a woman's chest, men in this era are really obscene. "

Noticing the abnormality in her hand, she hissed: "What's the matter with this hand? Where's the hand?"

Finally regained a bit of normalcy, Fang Zhuoyan's face softened a little, and he said again: "Who are you?"

"Lv Yan" laughed hootingly, feeling something was wrong, she lowered her head and saw a piece of yellow talisman floating in her chest: "I have to think about it, first of all, handsome guys, please remove the juggling of these stinky Taoist priests."

Shen Yuntan walked in front of her, and waved the remaining stack of yellow talismans in his hand: "In this era, there is a saying - confession is lenient, resistance is strict."

"Lu Yan" was bleeding continuously from her wrist, she sighed: "Send me to the hospital first, otherwise she won't survive."

Her words were very light, as light as catkins all over the sky in spring, but those black clouds still noticed, and they rolled into a large pot of boiling sewage at a speed visible to the naked eye. The two talisman papers inside seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and if this continued, his wrist would almost break.

At this time, a warm and cool air suddenly gushed out from his spiritual altar. At first, it was like light mint water, but after a few seconds, it aggravated into the smell of licorice slices. Zhou Li hadn't had time to think about where this familiar breath came from. , the fatigue will gradually disappear.

The scorched black rock giant regained its strength, and no matter how angry Heiyun was, it stood still. Through the two round holes that seemed to be eyes, Zhou Li saw that the color of the magma in its body became brighter.

Heiyun saw that the defense was more than sufficient. He took a few steps back and changed his strategy. The originally dense black cloud quickly gathered into a few thick black spots like squashed cotton candy. Zhou Li squinted his eyes and counted them one by one. Going over, there were exactly five, five ghosts, plus the female ghost on Lu Yan's body, there were six in total.

The five compressed black clouds were of different sizes, and the temperature rose by a few degrees. Zhou Yue had some confidence in his mind, which meant that the barrier created by the ghost was gradually weakening.

He was very energetic at the moment, and even wondered if he had taken medicine. When he got excited, he added another talisman. He had never tried it before, but he was very satisfied with his current state. The Boiled Frog strategy of , obviously cannot be used.

The words of "Lv Yan" obviously added fuel to the current situation. Fang Zhuoyan couldn't sit still any longer. After stopping the bleeding from the wound, he hugged her horizontally and ran towards the roof entrance while saying, "You Now that you know, tell me what's going on."

"What do I know? All I know is that when I wake up, I stay in this woman's shell. If it's an ugly girl, I have nothing to complain about."

It sounds like this "Lv Yan" girl was a pretty lady during her lifetime.

After running for a few steps, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure lying on his stomach, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be Chen Heng. This person was not particular about lying down, and he didn't seem to do it voluntarily—no one would voluntarily lie on the ground and wait around for ghosts. rooftop.

Boss Chen usually treats people with a smiling face, and has accumulated a good reputation. He believes that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and he looks up to see the gods. It doesn't matter whether this statement is correct or not, but his good popularity has come in handy at this moment.

Fang Zhuoyan, who was holding the goddess in his arms, stopped abruptly for a few seconds, then turned around and shouted: "Chen Heng is lying there, you two go and see him."

After finishing speaking, he continued to gallop forward despite the cynicism of the beauty ghost in his arms, and he hated his legs when they were used up. He even began to hate his leg muscles for not exercising them for the sake of looking good.

The entrance of the roof is very deserted. As a new ghost house, this building has a great reputation. Neighbors have always taken detours, so there is very little congestion nearby. Fang Zhuoyan thought, after leaving the house, it will only take less than 10 minutes to go to the nearest hospital for treatment. [-] minutes, there must be no problem.

It's a pity that everything went against our wishes. At the moment Fang Zhuoyan was about to step out the door, he seemed to have kicked a transparent iron plate, staggered back a few steps, and gently laid his weakened body in his arms on the The ground kicked towards this cold and solid invisible barrier.