The quiet cemetery, except for the sound of the wind, is the sound of night owls and the sound of my mobile phone.
The appearance of footsteps instantly broke the surrounding calm, and was extremely harsh in the empty cemetery.
My hand unconsciously held a utility knife, and I looked alertly in the direction of the footsteps, my heart beating wildly.
Under the dim moonlight, a tall and burly figure climbed up the stairs step by step. His figure looked very much like Cao Dayong.
But Cao Dayong had just come down the mountain, why did he suddenly come back?
Suspicious in my heart, I quietly nestled next to Yao Chunli's tombstone, staring at the figure without blinking, and a layer of cold sweat broke out in my palms unconsciously.
It was only a few minutes, but it was so long that it made people anxious.
What if this person is not Cao Dayong?
What should I do if I am a bad person?
What if it's a ghost?
Countless possibilities sprung up like mushrooms after rain. My legs were shaking with fear, and even my chest was feeling oppressive.
I am not a coward. No matter how daring you are, if you stay alone in a dark cemetery and suddenly see someone walking towards you, you may not be as calm as me!
In this state of extreme fear, the visitor came closer. I took a closer look in the moonlight and saw that it was none other than Cao Dayong who had just come down the mountain.
"It's you..." I suddenly collapsed to the ground, almost scared to death by him.
Cao Dayong stood in front of the tombstone, holding a red plastic bag in his hand, and grinned at me with a strange expression: "Who do you think you are?"
I thought... I really thought I had seen a ghost!
I stood up holding on to the tombstone and asked doubtfully: "Didn't you just go down? Why did you come up again? Did you forget something?"
Cao Dayong tilted his head stiffly, as if he was thinking about how to answer me. He paused for a few seconds and then asked, "Just go down?"
"Yeah!" I picked up the phone: "I just watched a few videos..."
Before I finished speaking, I caught a glimpse of the time on the screen and suddenly choked.
Is it past 12 o'clock in the morning? !
I returned to the main page and it indeed showed 0:16.
If I remember correctly, it was not midnight when Cao Dayong came down the mountain.
Zi hour is between 23:00 and 1:00 Beijing time.
In the blink of an eye just now, more than an hour has passed?
I'm a little confused. I clearly remember that it didn't take long. It was only fifteen minutes and I only watched four or five short videos. How could it go by so fast!
I suspected that the time on my phone was wrong, but Cao Dayong told me that he went back to the city and brought the things.
Calculating the time, it does take an hour to travel from Fengshan Cemetery to the city.
It seems something is wrong with me!
But now is not the time to worry about the flow of time. Now that the rice has been obtained, let’s start!
I took the plastic bag from Cao Dayong, and just as I was about to put my fingers in, I saw a twitching smile at the corner of his mouth, staring at me expectantly.
In my impression, Cao Dayong was always very serious in front of Yao Chunli's grave. His eyes were full of sadness and it was impossible to smile playfully.
From just now to now, in my impression, Cao Dayong laughed at least twice.
Every time, he smiles but doesn't smile. He has no expression on his face but the corners of his mouth are raised strangely. In short, it's very abnormal.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked.
Cao Dayong shook his head slowly: "I'm not smiling!"
"You're not smiling?" There was only two steps between us, so I couldn't be wrong.
I frowned and looked at Cao Dayong in front of me.
Except that his face was paler than usual and his eyes were more hollow and dull, there seemed to be nothing different about him.
Am I really dazzled?
I shook my heavy head. I always felt that tonight was a bit strange, so it was better to be careful.
Seeing that I had not moved for a long time, Cao Dayong began to urge me impatiently, asking me to perform the method on Yao Chunli as soon as possible to help her escape from the sea of suffering.
"Okay, I won't let you do anything wrong." I said while repeating the action just now. As soon as I put my finger into the mouth of the bag, my phone vibrated at an inappropriate time.
Logically speaking, I'm busy doing errands and usually don't look at my phone.
At this moment, a very strong idea came to my mind. I wanted to check my phone to see who had sent me a message in the middle of the night.
Somehow, my hand changed direction and took out the phone.
When I saw the small words popping up on the screen, my cerebral cortex was shocked and my whole body was frozen.
Cao Dayong sent me a message: Wen Xin, there was something wrong with the car on the road. I ran over directly and will be there soon.
What the hell!
If Cao Dayong is still halfway, then who is the person in front of me?
I was out of my mind, and a flash of extreme cold flashed through my body, as if I was about to be swallowed up by surging fear.
I can clearly tell who is real and who is fake between the Cao Dayong on the phone and the Cao Dayong in front of me.
Without waiting for the people in front of me to react, I hit 'Cao Dayong' with the bag in my hand at lightning speed!
The imaginary breaking sound did not come. The moment the bag hit the ground, I heard the muffled sound of a ball of soft meat hitting the ground, and several slender living creatures came out and swung around the ground.
With my quick eyesight and quick hands, I grabbed the rice in my pocket and threw it at them desperately.
It was obviously just ordinary rice, but when it fell on these living creatures, it was like a flaming bullet, sending them flying around and burrowing into the grass as if they were running for their lives.
Upon seeing this, "Cao Dayong" in front of me was so angry that he flashed in front of me with a fierce look on his face. He was holding a black rope in his hand and wanted to tie it around my neck.
His dodging movements were as fast as lightning, but the fine movements of his hands and feet were surprisingly stiff and slow. In short, it was indescribably awkward.
But this bought me precious time, and without thinking, I kicked him in the stomach.
Although I didn't use much force, he was kicked away directly by me, and his lower body almost floated, as if he was made of paper.
I was so frightened that I shouted Jiang Lanyue's name at the top of my lungs.
While the word "月" was still in my mouth, a strong low pressure appeared behind me, along with the strong smell of blood. I knew without looking back that he was coming!
I originally thought that Jiang Lanyue would take action directly, just like dealing with the ghost card, killing it with one strike.
After waiting for a long time, he did not move, but said to me in a deep tone: "Use fire."
This fire is not an ordinary fire, but our unique fire method.
Just like Taoism has special fire spells that can generate Samadhi True Fire, we see that Mifamen also has similar fire spells, which correspond to a five-element spell of my family's five-element soldiers and horses.
My grandma taught me the formula before, but I have never tried it, and I don’t know if it will work. I can only try the simplest method of starting a prairie fire.
Catching Fire also uses rice as a medium, and uses special formulas and spells to give rice the attribute of fire.
On the surface, there is no difference between this rice, but in the eyes of monsters and monsters, it is like a rain of fire that can start a prairie fire.
I didn't dare to delay, so I put my hand into my pocket, grabbed a handful of life-saving rice, and spread it out in my palm.
At the same time, he picked up the sword formula with his right hand and quickly drew the talisman in the air.
"Please spread its wings and bring the Bingding fire from the south. It has light in its body to drive away evil spirits and protect the disciples and keep them safe..."
I am borrowing fire from the Suzaku, one of the four spirits that symbolizes the south, and attaching it to the rice in my hand.
As for whether the loan was successful?
To be honest, I have no idea.
I have only learned some theory and have never practiced it. Every time I try to catch a duck, it’s like trying my luck.
Maybe my desire to survive was too strong, or maybe it was an illusion, but the rice in my hand actually gave off a warm warmth.
Seeing the fake 'Cao Dayong' rushing towards me again, I waved my wrist and sprinkled the rice on him...
