vncnus Chapter 205
Chapter 205
On the loess road.
In the darkness in the distance, a figure slowly crawled over, his clothes were torn, his right leg was missing from the knee down, and the broken part was bloody.
He was thin and seemed to be an old man. His head was not on his neck, but in his hands.
What was weird was.
He was holding his head, but he kept shouting.
"My head... my head... give me back my head..."
The old man looked around, his eyes full of malice, he didn't just want to get his head back, but wanted more heads!
When he passed a wasteland.
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.
"Old man, old man~"
"Give me back your head... give me back your head..."
The old man was stunned.
The more he listened, the more wrong it was.
Give me back my head...? ?
Fuck! You are a bit like robbing openly!
"Ghost Qi +999."
It raised its head and looked around. When it turned to the left, it saw a man's face hidden in the dense weeds.
"Fuck! What the hell! Ghost Qi +599!"
The old man was frightened.
The other party's whole body was hidden in the grass, only a human face was exposed, and the eyes were wide open. In the middle of the night, it looked like a human head was placed there, which was very creepy.
But soon, it laughed again.
It said sinisterly: "Okay! You want my head?"
As it said that, it crawled over in a few steps and put the head with blood on the broken end and gray pupils in front of the other party.
The pupils of the face in the weeds slowly enlarged.
The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth became more intense. He understood that this was a person's instinctive reaction when facing fear.
The next moment.
His hand felt lighter.
The other party took away its head, quickly got into the weeds, and ran away very quickly.
The old man's body was stunned for a while.
Just when he wanted to catch up, he suddenly found that he had lost the connection with the head. He panicked and rushed into the weeds, searching frantically, but found nothing.
A moment later.
A very shrill voice sounded here.
"My head! My head!!"
...
On the other side.
In a weed, a head in a small formation as big as a millstone slowly closed its eyes, and then Chen Xue picked up a formation pen, dipped it in cinnabar, spiritual water, gold powder and other things, and wrote another formation on the old man's head.
A faint light flashed along with the formation pattern.
The head was completely sealed.
Although the old man was a fierce ghost, the formation was good at defeating the strong with the weak. For example, Jiang Chen, with his C-level strength, relied on the palm thunder to injure the blood-clothed young ba.
Of course, there are quite a lot of restrictions when using formations. Not only do you need to use rare materials, you also need to carve in advance, and if the timing of activating the "formation" is wrong, there will be big problems.
In short, no power is in vain.
Chen Xue wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Excitedly said: "It's done!"
Using a formation to deal with a fierce ghost is of great benefit to her.
Jiang Chen nodded, as if he had been prepared. He took out a sack from the small bag he brought, put the old man's head in it, tied a knot, and hung it around his waist.
Chen Xue and Yang Chan were not surprised by this and looked calm.
But Zhao Erhu, who was standing aside, had a red face, panted, stepped back several steps, and looked at the three people in doubt.
"Why... why are you so skilled?"
Collecting a ghost's head, no matter how you look at it, it seems perverted. For a moment, he felt that he might have to re-examine this old friend.
"Erhu, don't get excited." Jiang Chen hurriedly comforted him: "We are strange people, and also exorcists. It's normal for an exorcist to collect two ghosts, right?"
Ah this...
Zhao Erhu hesitated.
He couldn't agree, but he couldn't refute it.
"No! Didn't you say that Buddha was in your heart and positive energy before?"
"But what you are doing now..."
"Hehe." Jiang Chen patted the other's shoulder and smiled mysteriously: "Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, what a feat?"
"I am cutting my head to feed ghosts today, and I am also imitating!"
"Erhu, although you have been a monk for so many years, I have to say that you don't understand Buddhism as well as I do. The Buddhist Dharma is boundless and all in the heart. The Buddhist principles are boundless and the good heart can be cast. The road to goodness is long, and you still have to walk slowly..."
Hearing this.
Zhao Erhu was shocked and fell into deep thought.
Yang Chan, who was standing by, covered her face, and could hardly bear to watch. She wanted to say, your brother has a long routine, you should be more careful!
Chen Xue's mouth also twitched.
When others cut their flesh, they cut their own flesh, but when you cut your head, you cut someone else's head!After thinking for a while, Zhao Erhu became serious: "Old Jiang, I never thought that with a master around, your level might be comparable to my master. I will definitely introduce you to each other if there is a chance in the future!"
Jiang Chen waved his hand indifferently: "Okay, okay, all monks in the world are one family. Although I don't shave my head, I also do good deeds every day, which is similar to what you monks do every day."
"By the way, Old Jiang, why don't we just kill this ghost?"
"Oh, before that, I have to redeem it spiritually."
The admiration on Zhao Erhu's face became more intense.
The disciples of Longxiang Temple exorcise ghosts mainly by killing. There are very few who are as kind as Jiang Chen. Before killing ghosts, they have to help others resolve their obsessions.
This is taking a huge risk!
To fulfill these ghosts.
Zhao Erhu asked himself, he couldn't do this.
"Old Jiang, I want to learn from you!"
"Learn well, watch carefully..."
...
In the wasteland, large areas of weeds were destroyed, accompanied by the shrill wailing of the headless old man. Compared with his previous weak cry, it can be heard that he is really eager to find his head now.
Because this time, his head is really gone.
Jiang Chen and his companions have walked out of the wasteland and came to the house on the dirt road before. Although Qishan Village is an old village in the wilderness, the houses are not bad, and most of them are tiled.
After all, this place is a bit remote, but there is still an asphalt road, not the kind of old mountain village isolated from the world.
Jiang Chen listened to the continuous reminders in his ears.
He kept laughing.
When they came to the door of the family, they found that the door was closed. There was a bowl at the door. The bowl was filled with thick black and red blood, faintly emitting bursts of black air, which was very strange.
"Such a strong evil spirit, this is ghost blood!" Chen Xue frowned.
"What does this mean? The ghost blood is placed at the door. Is it to curse the passers-by, or is it a form of memorial?"
"The blood of the evil ghost!" Zhao Erhu took a look and made a judgment.
"What does this mean?"
Several people fell into deep thought.
At this time, Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, walked forward, picked up the ghost blood, and then walked around the house, as if he had made some kind of plan.
"Got it!"
"Come, listen to me..."