Mo Jincheng felt my worry and smiled at me with his withered lips.
That smile shocked me.
At this time, he really looked like a ghost, looking particularly infiltrative.
He had no intention of getting rid of the bottle, he just stood there and let me handle it.
Seeing that I was worried about Mo Jincheng, Bai Zimo stretched out his fingers to hook my palms and teased me gently. He leaned close to my ear and said, "I will be jealous if you care about others!"
I rolled my eyes at him: "How long has it been and you are still in the mood to be jealous? If this problem of resentment is not resolved, aren't you afraid that the black shadow will use other methods to deal with you?"
He himself said that the black shadow was the rockery god from before. The rockery god chased him to the ghost gate for Bai Zimo.
That's why Mo Jincheng said that those people took advantage of the loopholes because of Bai Zimo's own fault.
"I want to see how they want to deal with me. Anyway, I have many ways to save myself!" Bai Zimo was confident, looked at me and said: "Alian, stop, save Mo Jincheng's life!"
When I heard what he said, I quickly moved my mind, and the porcelain bottle flew back into my hand.
But Mo Jincheng, who looked like a skeleton, just smiled bitterly: "Bai Zimo, you still can't do it after all. If you were more ruthless and took me away directly, wouldn't you have one less opponent?"
"Opponent? You overestimate yourself, right? The head of a mere ghost sect is not worthy of being my opponent!" Bai Zimo glanced at Mo Jincheng and said solemnly: "Your life or death is not important at all. I just don't want her to die." The door was just destroyed!"
Her eight gates?
I looked at Bai Zimo in confusion: "Who is she you are talking about? What is the relationship between Bamen and her?"
Before Bai Zimo could answer, Sikong Yao explained: "Shangshen probably refers to the ancestor of the eight sects, but these are all legends from thousands of years ago. Did she really exist?"
She asked the last sentence while looking at Bai Zimo.
Bai Zimo did not answer Sikong Yao's question, but said slowly: "Give Mo Jincheng acupuncture. Although he is a ghost cultivator, he still needs to be treated, otherwise his soul will be destroyed and irreparable!"
Can ghosts still perform acupuncture?
This really subverted my understanding.
I looked at Bai Zimo in confusion, but I obediently took out a set of silver needles and said, "I don't know what you think, Mo Jincheng really wants to suck away the resentment from him. Now I'm here to give acupuncture, I'm just an ordinary person, how can I give acupuncture to a ghost!"
Mo Jincheng's body swayed for a moment, and then he collapsed directly to the ground. A Hai and A Lang quickly stepped forward to help him up. The two of them knelt beside Mo Jincheng, one on the left and one on the right, with their eyes filled with distress.
They looked up at me and Bai Zimo from time to time, wanting to beg us to save their ghost king, but they didn't dare to speak.
I could only walk towards them slowly with the silver needle, then stopped next to Mo Jincheng, selected a few acupuncture points I wanted to acupuncture, and started preparing to acupuncture him.
Mo Jincheng was a little distracted, looked at me who was giving him acupuncture, and said softly: "Alian, thank you for your help!"
I was a little embarrassed. In fact, I didn’t even know what to do when giving him the acupuncture. My hands were trembling a little, so I didn’t know whether to acupuncture or not.
The atmosphere was a bit solemn and even a little embarrassing.
But with that moment of distraction, I immediately threw myself into the treatment.
With the endless acupuncture techniques in my mind, I had no intention of sorting out these situations. I just mechanically operated the silver needle in my hand.
After almost all the acupuncture points on Mo Jincheng's head were pricked, I breathed out softly. I didn't expect that ghosts could really use acupuncture.
I'm afraid no one will believe this.
When Sikong Yao saw that I had finished the acupuncture, he walked up to me and hooked my arm and asked, "Miss Alian, you know how to do this. No wonder God chose you. He has found a treasure!"
"How do you say that?" I looked at Si Kong Yao curiously and asked.
She glanced at Bai Zimo next to me and said: "You can give a ghost a needle, and you can give him this phantom. Maybe Shangshen can recover a lot. If Shangshen can regain his former glory, I believe that in the near future, the Eight Sects will be famous all over the world again, instead of living in various places like now, not even daring to let the wind out!"
It's true, the Eight Gates are really miserable now, but this has nothing to do with me being able to give acupuncture to ghosts. Bai Zimo is a shadow. If you want to give him acupuncture, it's not as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Besides, there was no reason for him to get the needle. He wasn't poisoned, had no amnesia, and didn't feel any physical discomfort.
And what does Bai Zimo's regaining his demeanor as a god have to do with the eight gates becoming famous all over the world? The eight gates are all responsible for sealing Bai Zimo. We can't let Bai Zimo regain his grace and then let the eight gates be sealed again.
I felt that the more I thought about it, the more outrageous it was, so I stopped thinking about it and asked Sikong Yao: "If Bai Zimo recovers, will the Eight Sects seal him again?"
"Of course not, otherwise they wouldn't have wanted to release Bai Zimo eighteen years ago!" Sikong Yao shook his head and said.
Released Bai Zimo eighteen years ago?
I was a little confused. Could it be that Sikong Yao was talking about the time I saw on the Samsara Disk?
Those people surrounded the Bagua tray and placed the two baby girls there to perform formations. Finally, they were exhausted and fainted to the ground. Before they fainted, were they using the formations just to release Bai Zimo?
I think this is probably the case, so I guess that the difficulties encountered by the Eight Gates at that time must be related to Bai Zimo.
They wanted to release Bai Zimo, it must be to let Bai Zimo help them achieve something, but they failed, Bai Zimo did not come out, and I, who was born with Bai Zimo, disappeared.
I didn't think any more and asked Mo Jincheng, "How do you feel now?"
Mo Jincheng said with a smile: "It's okay, and I feel extremely comfortable. It feels like I've been washed. I've never felt so light!"
It seemed that giving ghosts acupuncture was also effective. The flesh on Mo Jincheng's body grew out little by little, and it didn't take long before he was the same as before.
His whole body was no longer surrounded by black energy, but instead formed a circle of light, making him look like a god descending to earth.
Seeing that he was getting better, I said to Bai Zimo: "The test is almost done. There should be no problem with the clean bottle. You can release all the people from the ghost sect. I will check them one by one and try not to As long as anyone is left behind, their safety can be guaranteed."
Bai Zimo waved his hand, and several pairs of people biting each other appeared in front of me.
I quickly started to use a cleansing bottle to absorb their resentment. Just as I was finishing my work, I suddenly felt my heart tightening, as if I had a bad premonition about to come.
But I didn't have time to pay attention, but I clearly felt that someone wanted to come in and grab the clean bottle.
This is not a good premonition. The purification bottle seems useless, but since it can absorb resentment, someone must want to get it.
So I could only concentrate on giving power to the purifying bottle to keep it at full health at all times.
However, in a second, a black mass like ink suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and then it was so black that I couldn't even see my fingers.
I couldn't distinguish anything in the darkness, so I could only rely on the feeling just now to reach out for Bai Zimo.
But I couldn't touch Bai Zimo's hand. He was clearly standing next to me just now.
Sikong Yao also let go of my arm at this time, wondering where he was.
My eyes darkened and I didn't know what to do next.
So he could only shout to Bai Zimo: "Bai Zimo, where are you?"
Bai Zimo didn't answer me, but Sikong Yao's voice came from not far away: "Miss Alian, don't worry, God is by your side, but he is negotiating with the black shadow. When they are settled, Maybe everything will turn around.”
I don't believe that Bai Zimo would negotiate terms with any shadow. In his eyes, there seems to be no other solution he can accept except winning.
Besides, even if Bai Zimo agrees, I don't agree either.
The shadows before almost killed me, how could I be friends with those shadows!
"The black shadow is not scary. The scary thing is that we don't know anything. Miss Ayao, you are someone who has the skills to stand by and doesn't understand that I am a helpless person. We are not on the same starting line."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a familiar female voice: "Do you think saving Bamen can prevent this from happening? Bai Zimo, you think about things too simply. You can't save Bamen, you You can’t save everyone you want to save!”
This voice is indeed that of the rockery god from before. I really don’t know how she found the ghost gate.
Then I heard Bai Zimo's slight gasping sound, and before I noticed his figure, I felt that the purification bottle was back in my hand again.
I held the purification bottle tightly, fearing that it would be accidentally stolen by these black figures with ulterior motives. If I let them release all the black energy inside, I am afraid that not only the ghost gate would suffer.
Maybe the entire land will be invaded by black air.
"I never thought about saving the Eight Gates. It's not my fault that the Eight Gates have declined over the years, so I don't care what happens to the Eight Gates. Just stop jumping up and down like a clown and go back to You should stay where you should, practice hard, and maybe you can do something good, otherwise if you continue to mess around like this, your good days will come to an end."
Bai Zimo's voice came from mid-air, making people feel very comfortable like the sound of nature.
"Hmph, if you really don't care about the Eight Sects, how could you bring her to the Hell Sect? You are too arrogant and can kill several birds with one stone, but I am not bad either. Over the past thousand years, my progress has not been something you can see! "The rockery god sneered, and then I felt that the air around me was getting worse and worse, as if someone had deliberately poisoned me.
I am immune to all kinds of poisons, so it doesn't matter, but this is a ghost gate, and the chaos of resentment has not been arranged yet, let alone other things.
There was no time to care.
So I plucked up the courage to ask the black figure: "Who are you?"
