Just when I was looking at the little faces on their bellies in amazement, there was a sudden flash of white shadows, and three of these four guys actually moved towards us at a very fast speed. My eyes couldn't see clearly, I only saw a white shadow.
Before I had time to react, a white light suddenly flashed in front of me, followed by a big, dark mouth. Then I seemed to see a pair of pale, long-sleeved, skinny hands put on my left and right shoulders at the same time. Immediately, a bone-deep coldness came from my shoulders. It was so cold that I started to gasp. . This puff didn't matter, I found that I couldn't breathe air into my nose or mouth.
That pale ghost face was right in front of me. Unlike other ghosts, when you look closely at most ordinary ghosts, you will find that there are more or less black noise-like things on their bodies. It's like the sand is moving so fast that you can't see it clearly, but the person in front of me is made of white sand. Not only that, through the layer of fine white sand, I can even see it. Twitches on the face, wrinkles on the skin.
It may be inappropriate to call it skin, because there is no texture at all, but many wrinkles are formed due to the twisting movements. It looks a bit like the ginseng soaked in the wine jar that I saw in my master's house in the early years. It has been soaked for many years, so that the ginseng has turned white. And the ghost's skin looks a bit like this.
Since I couldn't breathe, I began to involuntarily open my mouth desperately, trying to force myself to inhale in this way, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't inhale the air. Not only that, I also felt a stream of warm air. , seemed to start in my chest, go up my esophagus, and then flow out of my mouth. But I couldn’t see what this warm thing was. I just remembered that when the feeling came out of my mouth, this pale ghost actually pouted his mouth and seemed to be sucking it into his body with great enjoyment. .
I immediately thought to myself, this is a typical example of sucking Yang Qi, which means that this thing is not a Sha, but it should be a ghost of the same type and level as Sha. I didn't have time to re-identify what it was. Although I couldn't breathe, I still had a breath hanging in my mouth. In addition, my body could actually move freely, so I subconsciously forcibly closed my mouth. But it didn't seem to work. Soon my closed mouth felt like an inflated ball, and my mouth was filled with that warm feeling. Although I kept exerting force, there was still a trace of yang energy leaking out of my mouth.
My feeling of being unable to breathe suddenly appeared when it put its hands on my shoulders. This means that this action must be directly related to my situation. Maybe if I break away from its hands, this feeling will disappear. . Even though I couldn't breathe, I kept breathing out, and soon I felt dizzy and dizzy. In the past two years, since I became addicted to cigarettes, my breathing was indeed not as steady as before, and holding my breath for a long time made my heart beat faster. , this is a sign of hypoxia. I can even clearly feel that every heartbeat of mine is constantly pulling on the veins on my neck and the blood vessels on my temples.
In half a minute at most, I think I will really be suffocated to death, which means I only have half a minute to break free. So I squatted down to escape its hand on my shoulder, but this guy was more than two meters tall. It pressed on my shoulder, just like I was pressing on a five or six-year-old child. Even if I squat down, its long hands are still pressing my shoulders. But there is no weight, it still feels light and airy.
The cold touch, coupled with the discomfort caused by not being able to breathe, made me a little hysterical. I simply stood up and kept waving my palms at the animal that was so close. Strangely, every palm hit it. When it went out, it was as if a cloud of smoke had been blown away. Its body didn't seem to be an entity, and it didn't even have the cotton-like feeling that it had when it hit ghosts in the past. A cold feeling spread between my shoulders and neck, and soon penetrated the collarbone area. I began to feel the cold feeling in my throat. This feeling merged with the heat that was originally filling my throat. The two feelings Everything became extremely clear, and it was very uncomfortable. I felt that the scene I saw in front of me seemed a little dimmer than before. My vision looked like those revolutionary movies I watched with the educated youth in the early years. The surrounding areas of the screen, A black halo began to appear, and my temples felt a severe swelling and pain from the inside out. I knew in my heart that if this continued, my life would probably be lost here.
It is said that before death, people will recall many things that they have never remembered before. So at that moment, I also had similar hallucinations, but those scenes did not seem to be when I was a child, but not long ago, or even today. What happened when we faced so many ghosts, each scene flashed by, but this short moment allowed me to clearly recall that scene. I seemed to be standing in the perspective of a third person, Because I see myself in these pictures, and I also see Qin Bukong and Songzi.
Yeah, how are these two guys doing now? I held my breath and turned my head slightly with great effort. I saw Qin Bukong grinning, sticking out his tongue, and staring at the white ghost in front of him. His eyeballs were bulging and full of bloodshot eyes. I guess I'm probably like this too. Then he glanced at the pine nuts on the ground. He kept kicking his feet back and forth on the ground. It was very similar to the way he watched his father kill a chicken when he was a child. After a knife was cut on his neck, the chicken kept kicking its legs on the ground. It was very cruel. I guess it would be better after a while. In a matter of ten seconds, I will turn into a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Thinking of this, the only trace of reason left in his heart was suddenly filled with grief and anger. I thought to myself that I was going to die anyway, and even if I died, I couldn't let you be so happy. So I stretched out my hands, closed my palms as usual, and hit the white ghost face in front of me on both sides. This hit clearly sent a touch from the palm of my hand, but it was not that obvious because the shoulder was hit. It was so cold that it ached, and the arms and palms under the shoulders were numb as if the blood was not flowing smoothly. But I know that I did hit something when I put my palms together this time, because my palms did not come together, and there was about two inches in between. And after this palm came down, the eyes on the white ghost face in front of me suddenly moved a few times, and then two mung bean-sized eyes stared straight at me. The feeling seemed to be telling me with my eyes. Say, give up, stop struggling, you are going to die soon.
I didn't think much about it. Maybe at the juncture of crisis, people will always burst out with some power beyond their own understanding. Before the brain can react, the body has already started to act. My hands began to hold up this pale grimace, and then my palms moved slightly towards the front of it, freeing up my two thumbs, and then I bent and buckled my two thumbs hard. Thumbs inserted into the two eyes respectively.
This is a very strange feeling. First of all, when I inserted my numb fingers into its eyeballs, I felt a warm feeling, and it seemed not so numb. Secondly, its eyeballs do not feel like thick cotton as I imagined. On the contrary, they are much harder. I didn't insert it completely at once, but inserted it in jerkily and one by one. The feeling was not even sensual, but more like inserting my fingers into the tender flesh after eating a piece of watermelon. The feeling inside the white melon pulp is the same.
Originally, this was a rogue way of striking someone's eyes, just like kicking someone's lifeblood in a fight. Although it could lead to a short-term victory, the trick was still despised. But at this moment, my only desperate move had a miraculous effect. The cold feeling on my shoulders disappeared in an instant. The feeling of coldness leaving was very fast, and it felt like a stream of light air flowing along my shoulders. , rose to my brain, and then disappeared with a swish from the top of my head, but when my mind paused, I felt a little spasmodic pain in the back of my head, much like eating a popsicle in a hurry, and suddenly spasming. a feeling of.
As this feeling left my body, my breathing suddenly became smoother, the warm air no longer came out, and my eyes and ears suddenly became clearer. Just like a drunken person suddenly sobering up, my body felt It was extremely enjoyable, and the white ghost raised its head and roared, the sound was the same as before, as if its tongue had been pulled out, and then it grabbed my hand.
I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand. When two fingers were pulled out of the other person's eyeball, it felt like pulling a knife out of pork. Frankly speaking, it was quite refreshing. I saw that the white ghost began to cover his eyes with two pale and weak hands, and kept twisting his upper body. Because the fingers were slender, even if they were brought together, there would be a large gap. While shaking, I clearly saw a stream of white smoke rising from between its fingers. The speed of the smoke was not slow, but rather rapid, a bit like the moment when the water boils. , feeling like it broke through the kettle lid.
I didn't have time to think about it, and while this guy was holding his head and yelling, I immediately reached out and took out my token from my bag, quickly wrote "Thunder Fire" on it, made a few false stabs with my pen, and stamped my feet three times. Then I used all my strength with the Thunder Fire Token in my hand. I even jumped up and struck the ghost on the head.
