In folklore, there are three lamps, or three fires, on a person's body. These three fires are the Yang fire on the person's body, located on the left and right shoulders and the top of the head respectively.
Strong Yang Fire means strong Yang Qi, and ordinary ghosts and monsters will not even dare to approach, let alone attack. Similarly, if Yang Fire is weak, people with weak Yang Qi will easily provoke ghosts.
It goes without saying that the sun is shining brightly during the day, but at night, especially when walking at night, the sun's fire is easily reduced. For example, if someone calls your name or taps your shoulder, you must not agree, let alone look back.
If you agree, the Yang Fire will become weaker; if you turn around, your own breath will extinguish the Yang Fire on your shoulders.
Wang Yu looked ahead, his expression getting increasingly ugly.
Although he couldn't see any changes in front of him, he could clearly feel that the temperature around him was decreasing, and waves of cold air penetrated into his body from all around, and then went towards his right hand.
He knew that when he turned back just now, he had blown out the Yang Fire on his left shoulder. The cold and cold energy was heading towards the Yang Fire on his right shoulder. When the Yang Fire on his right shoulder was extinguished, his own Yang Qi would also disappear. It was weakened by half.
At that time, it will be your own death!
Wang Yu was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of thin casual pants, and no socks on his feet, just a pair of slippers. The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the cold air was getting stronger, making him unable to help but shiver. A shiver.
Perhaps this shiver made the ghosts feel that the time has come!
The xenon lamp powered by an unknown source began to flicker as if the voltage was unstable. Between light and darkness, Wang Yu saw a figure emerging from the dome, the side wall, and the ground.
They didn't come out like they were digging through the soil, but bit by bit, like walking through a wall, without using their hands or feet, like mushrooms after a spring rain, they came out naturally.
Under the illumination of the xenon lamp, although Wang Yu was a little short-sighted, he could see clearly that there were no shadows on these "people" who emerged.
These are not people, they are ghosts!
The ghost that emerged did not rush towards Wang Yu like a hound that saw its prey. Instead, it floated towards him step by step, as if walking.
These ghosts are tall and short, fat and thin, male and female.
Some of them wore miner's hats and shabby clothes;
Some wear small watches with large gold chains and have various tattoos on their bodies;
Some wear colorful clothes and have colorful hair styles;
Some are carrying schoolbags and wearing school uniforms, etc...
There are all kinds of ghosts here. The only thing they have in common is their pale faces and only the whites of their eyes, which makes them look very dull.
Wang Yu looked at these slowly approaching ghosts and felt something was wrong more and more. According to the background and the information left by Monk Pinglu, the big boss was sealed by Monk Pinglu after killing thirteen workers.
But there are more than thirteen ghosts in front of me. Just counting, there are thirty-three!
Those ghosts wearing miner hats should be the construction team workers who dug up the ghost and were killed.
Then the other ghosts...
Wang Yu looked at their clothes and had a vague idea of the truth in his mind: they were those who were selected by the spiritual realm and came here to obtain apostle qualifications, but died here.
After those people died, they were not refreshed. Instead, like the workers, they were transformed into ghost servants by ghosts.
Doesn't that mean that I might soon become one of them?
Wang Yu looked at these ghosts getting closer and closer, feeling his scalp numb and goosebumps all over his body, but he still took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down a little.
At the same time, my mind is also spinning rapidly.
If we follow what Monk Pinglu wrote, we only need to memorize the Heart Sutra within an hour, and we can spend the night safely. When the sun rises the next day, we will naturally be safe.
Then why are there so many people who came to this spiritual realm dungeon and died?
Wang Yu looked at the ghosts dressed up as gangsters in the ghost group.
He believes that women and students don't carry lighters with them, but if these guys say they don't smoke, he really doesn't believe them.
In other words, he has realized that there is something wrong with this copy. Even if he lights the candle and memorizes the scriptures, he will still die!
Something must have gone wrong.
But where is it?
Although the group of ghosts moved slowly, the distance between them was not far. While he was racking his brains and thinking hard, they had already reached a distance of about two meters from him.
But the strange thing is that these ghosts stopped two meters away. They did not swarm up and kill themselves as Wang Yu imagined. They just stared at him with only the whites of their eyes.
Wang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable when he looked at these ghosts who stopped halfway and stared at him with "salivating" eyes.
His current feeling was like playing a certain pesticide game. The five-man team on his side was wiped out. The five people on the opposite side led three dragon soldiers to hit the crystal. However, they did not click on the crystal. Instead, they jumped up at the entrance of the spring and returned to the city. dance.
This is worse than losing the game directly!
Just when Wang Yu was undecided between giving it a try or living quietly, a light voice came from behind the group of ghosts:
"Huh? You have neither the yin and yang energy of Taoism, nor the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism, nor the Buddha's light protection of those bald donkeys. You look like an ordinary ordinary person, how can you kill people quietly? Who killed my ghost servant?"
When the sound came, the group of ghosts silently floated to both sides, leaving a path in the middle. Then they turned around and faced the middle. Their slightly bowed waists bent down, like slaves welcoming the arrival of their master.
At this end of the road is Wang Yu, and at the other end of the road is a beautiful woman.
She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a bright red cheongsam, which was embroidered with peonies with gold thread. The already slim-fitting cheongsam on her body accentuated her curvy figure. Highlighted vividly.
Although her face is also pale, her eyes are big and lively. Coupled with her oval face, high nose, and bloody cherry mouth, her pale complexion is a bonus.
Her long hair was draped casually over her shoulders, with some wavy curls at the end. She also wore ten-centimeter red high-heeled shoes. The crystals inlaid on the shoes were so bright that they blinded Wang Yu's eyes.
With such a figure and such good looks, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she is stunningly beautiful.
"Hey, I'm asking you, how did you, an unarmed mortal, make my ghost servant disappear?" Seeing Wang Yu standing stupidly, the female ghost couldn't help but curled her lips, put her face close to hers, and asked again .
"Ah?" Wang Yu originally had the belief that he would die, but he didn't expect to meet such a beautiful female ghost before he died. He was stunned, but the female ghost asked him again and woke him up.
Looking at that pretty face so close, Wang Yu would have wanted to kiss her directly if he hadn't known that she was a ghost.
But fortunately, reason still took over the high ground. He smiled awkwardly, moved a few steps to the left against the wall behind his back, and then said, "What a ghost servant, I didn't even look at it..."
Before he could say the words "I didn't see the ghost servant", he was stunned. Yes, he could see ghosts like them.
If the person who tapped her shoulder just now was her ghost servant, she should have been able to see it when she turned her head, but she didn't.
Now this female ghost is less than one meter away from her, and she is her meat on the chopping board. There is no need for her to lie to herself. What she said should be true.
That is to say, a ghost servant did come and pat him on the shoulder just now, but he turned around and saw nothing, which means that the ghost servant disappeared the moment he patted himself.
Wang Yu can be sure that he is indeed an ordinary person. The little glutinous rice in his body may have some effect on exorcising ghosts. Saying that he made a ghost disappear out of thin air, isn't this a rip-off?
However, it is true that I am an ordinary person, but if I say there must be something extraordinary about me...
Wang Yu looked at his right hand that he pulled out of the bag.
It can only be that thing.
