"..." A subtle spatial fluctuation was heard, and the black clouds that had previously dissipated gathered at Feng Ling's feet again, carrying him around the surrounding ghosts below and landing in a remote bamboo forest.
"Suddenly--" There was a lot of mist in the bamboo forest, and dark shadows stirred in the wind. Accompanied by the swishing sound of bamboo leaves, it was unclear whether it was a bamboo shadow or a ghost.
Feng Ling held a fire-tip gun and walked through the forest vigilantly. While paying attention to the movements around him, he secretly accumulated strength to ensure that no matter what kind of emergency he encountered, he could respond quickly.
"Sir, the young master in front of me has sprained her ankle and can't walk. My house is not far ahead. Can you give me a lift?"
The bamboo leaves were rustling. Feng Ling had just taken two steps when he heard an "ouch" coming from behind him. Then, a strange yet familiar female voice sounded, but it was extremely charming.
"Yu Qing!?" Feng Ling's body suddenly trembled as he moved forward. Scenes from the past came to mind. Then he shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly as if he was self-deprecating. Killing intent suddenly surged in his heart, and he leaned back slightly. A trace of arc, but suddenly alert: something is wrong, this is Senluo ghost energy!
"Charming, that's it!"
Falling diagonally on the ground of withered bamboo leaves, the face of the charming woman gradually turned ferocious. Looking at the slow-moving man in black, she shouted crazily in her heart: "Look back, turn back quickly!"
"Hmph! A bunch of lonely ghosts are just trying to confuse me with ghost curses. When I break your body, let's see how you harm others!"
Feng Ling's voice was as cold as frost, and he galloped straight to the front of the bamboo forest. The strong wind stirred along the way, scattering countless bamboo shadows that screamed miserably.
Bamboo grows abundantly in the southeast, which is called Jie Jie Gao.
Feng Ling had specially observed before that this place was located in the southeast corner of the Seventh Ring Area. It was supposed to be a peaceful and peaceful scene, but something went wrong and became densely covered with fog and mist.
It has become a ghost bamboo forest!
As a Feng Shui master, how could Feng Ling not know that there is a forbidden saying among the people: in the ghost bamboo forest, if a girl calls you, don’t look back!
"Zhu Xie retreats!" The white dragon weapon spirit transformed into its true form, roaring and rushing forward, followed closely by Feng Ling's Knife Jue, never looking back from the beginning to the end.
"Ahhh! Damn it -" Looking at the retreating figure, the woman's beauty turned into withered bones, she looked up to the sky and let out a hysterical scream.
Immediately, it slowly sank into a crack in the ground. If Feng Ling came here again, he would definitely find that the pile of bamboo leaves was full of rotten corpse meat.
"Parasite!" Feng Ling frowned and soon entered the depths of the bamboo forest. He could vaguely see a courtyard obscured by the fog. He couldn't help but slow down and waved to recall the fire-tip spear.
Almost all kinds of ghosts have ghost curses, and the triggering conditions are all kinds of weird. It is easy to fall into the trap if you are not prepared. The ghost curse is simply transformed by the ghost energy of Senluo, and it is not traceable before it is triggered.
When Feng Ling heard the voice of "Yu Qing", he was hit by a ghost curse, causing his murderous intent to lose control. Then, he almost turned around and triggered a second ghost curse under the control of the murderous intent.
There are many ghosts lurking here. Once attacked again, Feng Ling will definitely fall into endless and interlocking ghost curses.
"Cast two ghost curses in a row. Rumor has it that only parasitic ghosts can do it..."
Almost capsized in the gutter, Feng Ling took out a Lingtai Qingming Pill from the ring and drank it, becoming even more wary of the parasitic ghost she encountered for the first time.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Even if Feng Ling's cultivation level is comparable to level 14, all things are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. Due to carelessness, there are many masters who have become angry in the land of Nine Infants.
After all, the level of cultivation is only used to evaluate the strength and weakness, and cannot determine the final victory or defeat.
"Hey, look, what a handsome husband! He must have never met a girl on the way!"
"Hey, that's not necessarily the case! Sister, don't forget that although my little sister is playful by nature, she will not give up the temptation of huge food..."
Accompanied by the delicate laughter of a string of orioles, the courtyard in front of Feng Ling gradually became clearer. In the courtyard in front, he saw a gloomy small house with six coquettish (JIAN) girls sitting around the eaves. (HUO) son.
"Morgue!" Looking at the scene in the courtyard, Feng Ling frowned: This house is not connected from the front to the back, so it should be a morgue. The owner of the house will die within three years, and the door on the gable of the hut is even more dangerous. It's fierce, not only will the whole house suffer, but also the wife and children will be killed.
This kind of Feng Shui layout is really vicious!
"Mr. Lang, you must have been amazed by your sisters. Come and have fun!"
"Yes, why are you still standing there? Come, sisters, you will be pampered and you will be relieved of your emptiness, loneliness, and coldness!"
On the eaves, six female ghosts covered in human skin smiled coquettishly, lifting up their snow-white thighs to reveal their beauty, and flirting with them with various words.
"Noisy!" His thoughts were interrupted, Feng Ling snorted coldly, and hit the eaves with a shot. The ghosts were unable to dodge, and let out a shrill roar in fear, turning into clouds of black air and scattering in all directions.
"Suddenly..." Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the courtyard, and black air scattered around Feng Ling. The ghosts regrouped and screamed in a sinister voice: "Little sister, hurry up and surround this person!"
Hundreds of meters away, flesh and blood squirmed on a crystal white skeleton. The woman once again changed into a new face. She looked coldly in the direction of the courtyard and smiled secretly: "Good sisters, please play with him well, don't let him go." Little sister, I’m so disappointed!”
A wave of energy was transmitted back in a strange way, and the expressions of the six female ghosts changed. The ghost energy in their bodies was violent, and they could no longer maintain their appearance. Each one of them had ghostly hair flying and green-faced fangs exposed.
"Ah, damn it! I blame you, you bastard, for provoking my little sister and causing our thousand-year-old dharma to be broken. You will be buried with us today!"
As Senluo's ghost energy raged, the ghosts' eyes emitted blood-red light, and with boundless power, they roared towards Feng Ling, completely without any scruples.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Amidst the shocking sound of explosions, the ghosts charged forward fearlessly. Even if their bodies were scattered, they could quickly gather and recover under the nourishment of ghost energy, making them invincible.
On the other hand, Feng Ling faced such a high cost of fighting. Although he did not lose his strength due to this, it still made him irritable and delayed his progress in breaking the game.
