Wang Ye gritted his teeth and opened his backpack.
He took out a gold-plated vial and opened the cap.
Then he solemnly poured a pile of candle scraps on the table and lit it with a lighter.
A ray of candlelight rose slowly.
As if time had stood still, many ghosts exuding terrifying auras stopped in place, with only their eyes moving, staring at Wang Ye.
Or...
The Buddha statue behind Wang Ye.
But this kind of debris burns much faster than a normal candle. This kind of debris obviously cannot last long.
Fortunately, the long incense is about to burn out.
The woman in the red wedding dress actually struggled and took another step forward.
"Can't you suppress it?"
Wang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, he took a deep breath and slowly backed away.
And the backyard.
As the look in the old monk's eyes gradually became clearer, wisps of golden light emitted from his body, and the branches of the old tree quickly retreated, as if they had encountered a terrifying existence.
After landing on the ground, the old monk looked at the location of the main courtyard and pondered slightly.
At this moment...
The long incense plant in front of the Buddha statue was finally completely burned out.
The blood-red envelope on the desk turned into ashes at the same time.
"Boom!"
Deep in the courtyard, a bell rang, filling the temple.
All the ghosts were shaking violently as if struck by lightning, as if there was an invisible giant hand, throwing them out.
The blood disappeared from the eyes of the Buddha statue, and the vicious gaze seemed to become much softer.
But inside the Buddha statue, there was a faint roar of unwillingness.
In the backyard, the old monk listened to the ringing of the bell and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice.
The broken coffin strangely repaired itself and remained intact.
The old monk glanced at the depths of the temple, then walked into the coffin, fell down, and closed his eyes.
The coffin panels slowly closed.
The branches of the old tree kept swinging, rolling up the corpses of the monks and hanging them on the branches again.
Xiao'an Temple, which was eerie and full of ghosts, instantly regained its tranquility.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly extinguished the unburned wax chips, put them back in the bottle with distress, and then collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
for a long time.
Wang Ye forced his tired body to stand up, walked to the desk, and grabbed the two remaining sticks of incense.
Just when his hand was about to touch Changxiang, a terrifying aura faintly locked onto Wang Ye.
"..."
Wang Ye was silent and slowly retracted his hand that was about to move, his eyes constantly searching the room.
finally...
In the corner, next to a futon, a dusty wooden fish sits quietly.
Wang Ye endured the pain in his body and moved closer.
That familiar aura locked onto Wang Ye's body again.
"I shed my blood for Xiaoanji!"
"You can't let me bleed and cry!"
Wang Ye said stubbornly, and the aura gradually disappeared.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put the wooden fish into his backpack. Then he walked carefully to the entrance of the temple and found that the ghosts gathered before had left. Then he relaxed slightly and returned to the mail truck.
After closing the car door and enjoying the long-lost sense of security, Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes.
And this time...
Not far away, in the thick fog, a figure slowly walked out.
Wearing white mourning clothes, with a crying voice and tears of blood in her eyes, she slowly knelt down facing the position of the mail truck.
ghost...
The fourth prayer.
A chill instantly surged through Wang Ye's body, and a huge sense of threat came, stimulating him to open his eyes suddenly.
When I saw the kowtow ghost through the rearview mirror, my hair stood up instantly.
Immediately afterwards...
Blood was flowing from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
Bones creaked, skin cracked.
The ghost knocked his head lightly against the mail truck.
The breath of death permeated Wang Ye's whole body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Get out of the car and stop...
That's too late.
Wang Ye was caught off guard by this ghost's sudden sneak attack.
Help yourself...
Now he had to save himself. Wang Ye bit the tip of his tongue hard and regained consciousness for a short time.
Candle scraps...
No, that thing can only suppress the ghost, but now this ghost has started to take action.
The ghost uniform might work, but it's already broken.
others...
Wang Ye recalled crazily, watching his body become more and more broken.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed through Wang Ye's mind.
As if grasping the last straw, he used all his strength to open his backpack and took out a smoke bomb.
Day group configuration.
Can block the ghost's murderous pattern!
Hope this stuff actually works.
Wang Ye opened the smoke bomb with force and threw it at his feet. Soon...
Smoke filled the entire mail truck.
The faint feeling of locking gradually disappeared along with the smoke.
The ghost's forehead finally touched the ground.
At the same time, the smoke inside the mail truck surged instantly and dissipated at an extremely fast speed.
In just a few seconds, the smoke disappeared.
And the kowtow ghost gradually raised his head.
With just the last remaining power, Wang Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the steering wheel.
His skin was constantly cracking and his face was as pale as paper.
Completely fainted.
The mail truck started silently and plunged into the void. Wang Ye's blood on the steering wheel gradually disappeared.
The kowtow ghost stared blankly at the direction the mail truck left, stood there for a long time, and finally walked stiffly and disappeared into the ghost mist.
…
'boom! '
With a loud noise, Wang Qiang flew out and fell heavily on the street.
The people passing by stopped and looked at the scene in front of them curiously.
Su Wenqian's body exuded a little light. He looked at Wang Qiang condescendingly and said lightly: "You are a waste who can't see your own level. Without Wang Ye, you are not qualified to eat this cake."
After saying that, Su Wenqian turned around and looked at Liu Qian in the room: "Are you leaving by yourself, or should I see you off?"
"Or, would you come to my room at night and discuss the philosophy of life together?"
"In this case, I might consider keeping you in Team A."
Seeing Liu Qian's delicate appearance, Su Wenqian was a little excited and licked his lips.
Liu Qian was silent, standing there clenching her fists silently, her face turning pale. After a long time, she silently walked out and helped Wang Qiang up.
"You blind bitch!"
"Do you think I'm not as good as Wang Ye?"
Seeing Liu Qian's choice, Su Wenqian's face instantly darkened and he snorted coldly.
Far away on the street, a beautiful figure came from a distance.
Five flying knives made of gold kept flying in the void.
"Zhou Han..."
Su Wenqian looked at the figure, his face became a little darker.
Seeing Zhou Han, Liu Qian bit her lip and gently stood beside her: "Forget it..."
"Wang Ye is not here. If we can guard today, more people will come in the future."
Zhou Han glanced at Liu Qian with a cold face, wondering what he was thinking about. After a long time, the flying knife slowly landed and returned to her hand.
Liu Qian breathed a silent sigh of relief, helped Wang Qiang up, turned back and silently glanced at the headquarters of Team A, which originally belonged to them, and drifted away.
The back view was full of embarrassment.
