Looking at the empty toilet, I gasped.
Damn it? Ran?
I looked around and he was really gone!
How could this ghost come out to scare me, then turn around and run away?
"Hold!"
I cursed secretly and prepared to leave.
However, when I caught a glimpse of the extremely bright sunshine outside, I suddenly felt doubtful.
Although this is a funeral parlor, the atmosphere is stronger than outside.
But the sun hasn't set yet. No matter how heavy the yin energy is, it can't be stronger than the sun, right?
Besides, even if I am not a Taoist priest, I am still a hot-blooded young man. How dare you openly challenge me?
never mind.
I didn't think much and thought about going to Ji Canghai.
The moment I came out of the toilet door, I glanced at it inadvertently.
Why?
The door frame looks thin and narrow, with a small bulge in the middle.
It seems a bit strange.
After taking a few steps forward, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I immediately stopped and looked back.
At this time, my heart beat significantly faster, and my dry throat made me want to swallow a few saliva unconsciously.
I moved my eyes little by little and looked up along the door frame.
What I saw was a bald head with a sharp face!
That's not a doorframe at all, that's his leg!
And that bump is his knee!
He was standing on the ceiling like a giant, with his neck attached to the ceiling like a snake, and his head half hanging on his neck.
If there wasn't a ceiling, he would have gotten upstairs.
It was dark in the bathroom just now, so I didn't see the color on his body.
Through the refraction of the sun, I could see that his body was completely dark blue, and there were irregular cracks on every piece of skin.
He hasn't spoken a word, but now I don't dare to move.
Dark blue, tall, with arms several meters long, this is Fire Moro!
Fire Mora, also called lantern ghost.
Only those who were burned alive will turn into Fire Moras after death.
Such people who died unexpectedly before their lifespan was over will not go to hell first, but to the City of Undeserved Death.
The master who died in vain is filled with resentment?
According to the Taoist scriptures, the Nine-turning Wheel King felt sorry for them, so he gave them a chance to make a wish.
And Kamala had only one wish - to grow as tall as a chimney.
Whenever people were being burned in the funeral parlor, he would lie on top of the chimney and watch.
As long as he sees people who are in the same situation as him, he will dance with joy.
I tried to take a few steps forward, but he moved his neck silently on the ceiling.
"Bang!"
Two thin and long pillars fell from the sky, and I looked up along the pillars.
That's his arm!
At this time, he was like a four-legged animal, just covering my head.
Obviously, he is targeting me today.
When encountering this kind of thing, don't even think about reciting sutras to achieve salvation. That would be equivalent to talking classical Chinese to foreigners.
The resentful ghost is unreasonable to begin with. If he wants to kill someone, he has to do it even though his soul is about to fall apart!
Chanting sutras has no effect. If there is any effect, it can only have one effect - to anger him.
If I had a magic weapon in my hand, I would really dare to have a head-on fight with him.
But which Taoist priest would carry a magical weapon when he poops?
For a moment, my heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.
Can't fight, can't run away.
It won't do me any good to procrastinate like this any longer. Once the sun sets, I will have no chance of winning.
All countermeasures were quickly swirling in my mind.
At this time, Kamala's voice floated over my head again.
"Draw me a lantern."
Before the words fell, one
A large lantern slowly floated down from my head and landed right in front of my eyes.
The reason why they are called Lantern Ghosts is because of this.
They are best at transforming into children.
When they stop pedestrians on a deserted road, they will take out the brush they carry with them and beg passers-by to help them draw lanterns.
At this time, just nod and it's over. If you don't answer, he will keep pestering you.
This brush is black, and black dominates water in the Five Elements.
Fire Mara himself was burned to death by fire, which is a typical example of the five elements being in conflict with each other.
In other words, he has been digging holes from the very beginning, deliberately letting people be fooled.
Just drawing this stroke is equivalent to giving him a reason to kill.
This ghost not only kills people, but also teases and tortures them!
I looked up at him, gently picked up the brush, and asked him his favorite question.
"What are you drawing?"
Kamala slowly bent down, and his huge head stopped a few inches away from my scalp.
"Whatever you want."
I picked up the brush and glanced sideways at him, feeling a sneer in my heart.
This set of things is enough to scare ordinary people.
I’ll show you something you’ve never seen before today!
No matter what, I have to defend the Three Purities and Righteous Dharma!
Simply, I sat directly on the ground and found a comfortable position.
I picked up the brush and the brush moved smoothly without any resistance from beginning to end.
Soon, I looked up at him and said, "The painting is finished."
"Here, show me."
"Wait a minute, do you mind if I mention another word?"
Kamala burst out laughing wildly in his voice like a broken gong.
"sure!"
"Okay, I'll write you another word."
