The sound was far away and near at times, like a woman mumbling to herself, or like something laughing in a nightmare. It sounded extremely strange.
The mist rolled and rolled, and it seemed that a vague human figure had condensed into it, looming in the mist.
As soon as Master Zheng rushed to the edge of the blood pool, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a thud.
Seeing that something was wrong, I immediately jumped forward, grabbed his collar, and carried him back.
"Haha." A woman's laughter suddenly came from the mist.
This laughter was originally just one sound, but it seemed like countless people were laughing, insubstantial and unpredictable.
With that laugh, I felt the hairs on my back stand on end, and the blood all over my body seemed to come to life, surging out of my body, as if there was a huge attraction sucking the blood from all over my body!
I slashed forward with my left arm, taking advantage of the situation to stabilize the churning energy and blood.
I heard waves of blood-curdling screams coming from all around. The dozen or so bald accomplices had fallen to their knees, raising their heads and wailing in pain.
Traces of bright red blood seeped out from their skin, forming dense blood lines, which gathered into the air and were sucked in by the thick fog.
The foxes, yellow skins, pythons and other spirits that were kneeling on the ground were also unable to escape. Their blood and essence were quickly taken away, and their bodies shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As for those ghosts and resentful spirits, when the "haha" sounded, they were shocked and disappeared.
Huge amounts of Yin energy that had never been seen before steamed out from the thick fog. As the blood was continuously sucked in, the looming figures in the thick fog gradually became clearer.
I suppressed the boiling energy and blood, took a breath, silently recited the incantation, and grabbed the side with my left hand.
A group of people flew towards me with a splash of blood.
He raised his right index finger and quickly sketched and written in the air, using blood to draw a huge talisman with an extremely complex structure.
"Use blood as a curse to suppress it!"
I formed a seal with my hands and pushed forward.
The huge talisman condensed with blood immediately flew towards the thick fog.
Wherever the spell hits, the thick fog melts like ice and snow meeting boiling water.
"Soul Spell! It turns out you are a junior from Ling Sect!" An angry scream suddenly came from the thick fog.
There was a strong wind in the cave, and the gravel on the ground, including the bald remnants, as well as foxes, yellow skins and other mountain spirits, floated up one after another and suspended in the air. Blood surged out, and in an instant, the skin and flesh were torn open, revealing the white bones!
I collect my mind and change the magic formula.
As the Soul-Suppressing Curse moved forward and was suppressed above the blood pool, with a scream, the figure that was almost condensed in the thick fog was shattered in an instant.
The strong wind also suddenly stopped at this time, and those people or spirits that were flying in the air also crashed to the ground.
The originally tumbling blood pool gradually returned to calm, but more than half of the blood in the pool was already missing.
I stood there for a moment and then let out a sigh of relief.
Using the soul-suppressing spell consumes too much energy and energy, causing waves of fatigue to spread throughout the body.
Glancing around, I saw that the situation was really miserable.
There was blood all over the ground, and there were skeletons with half of their skin and flesh everywhere. This was a real mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Just now Master Zheng said that they are here to sacrifice ghosts, so the purpose should be to attract ghosts.
It's just that the thing in the thick fog is obviously sane, and it's just a manifestation that is already so terrifying. It is definitely not an ordinary ghost!
But what surprised me the most was that the other party actually recognized the soul-suppressing spell and knew about the spirit gate!
And judging from the other party's reaction, it seems that he has deep resentment towards Lingmen.
Judging from various signs, the thing in the thick fog is probably a horrifying ghost, but it should be sealed somewhere now.
Combined with the fact that the other party hates Lingmen so much, it is very likely that the person who sealed that thing is a senior of our Lingmen?
If this is the case, it is indeed a big deal.
Suddenly, a few gravels fell from above the head, and then there was only a rustling sound, and rocks kept breaking and falling down.
The big ghost in the fog showed its power just now and shattered the entire rock in the cave. At this time, the cave was already crumbling.
I quickly walked around the cave and was about to go out. When I passed a bloody corpse, I found that the other person was still alive.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Master Zheng.
Although the opponent was covered in blood, his skin and flesh were still intact, and he actually managed to survive the bloody disaster just now.
I picked him up and rushed out of the cave.
The mountain began to collapse with a rumble, and by the time we got out of the cave, the entire mountain had collapsed.
I carried Master Zheng to a flat place and put him down.
After checking his breathing, he placed an awakening spell and a Qi-nurturing spell on his forehead.
"Daughter, give me back my daughter..." Master Zheng gritted his teeth and kept mumbling.
After a while, he slowly turned around, hesitated for a moment, yelled loudly, and tried to sit up, but his body was weak and he lay down again.
"Then... where is that thing?" Master Zheng glanced around and asked with fear on his face.
I asked him what he saw.
Master Zheng told the story intermittently.
It turned out that when his blood was sucked, he was awakened by the severe pain in his body. He hurriedly used all his strength to form a spell to protect himself. Coupled with his obsession with his daughter, he actually survived.
He saw me painting the spell with blood, but then he was levitated, and the essence and blood all over his body quickly overflowed, and he fainted. What happened after that is unknown.
"Your daughter was taken away?" I asked him.
"You... you don't know my daughter..." Master Zheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You were not sent by that old lady..."
I briefly told what happened.
"Have you found the old lady's lair? Then... have you seen my daughter?" Master Zheng grabbed my hand and asked excitedly, "My daughter is thirteen years old, has short... short hair, and is very well-behaved. of……"
The voice trembled.
"I haven't seen it, it might be somewhere else." I comforted.
But in fact, with the old lady's style, I'm afraid that the girl is already in danger.
"Yes, yes, it must be okay, it must be okay, you...can you take me over and have a look?" Master Zheng begged.
"I'll have someone look for her first." I took out my phone, found a place with signal, and called Shen Qingyao.
Ask her to call someone in the association to help find a girl, and describe the child's appearance and name to her.
"Okay, are you okay over there?" Shen Qingyao asked.
"It's okay, I'll come back later." I said and hung up the phone.
"Thank you, thank you." Master Zheng thanked him repeatedly.
I asked him, "Have you ever seen a couple named Jin?"
"The surname is Jin?" Master Zheng was startled, with a look of extreme shame and guilt on his face.
