Just a moment later, the footsteps in the corridor stopped outside the door.
The next moment, all the plates I placed on the ground were lifted into the air by the cold wind and smashed into my face.
I grabbed a handful of cereals and hit them on the plate.
After the grains and yin energy collided in the air like a torrential rain, a bright spark was set off. The bowls and plates in the air fell to the ground one after another, and the fireworks of the burning grains also covered the ground.
Grains, seemingly inconspicuous things, were indispensable for offering sacrifices to gods in ancient times. In particular, high-quality grains were necessary when offering sacrifices to the gods of society and Ji. Pure grains cannot suppress evil spirits, but mixed grains can defeat evil spirits.
The handful of grain I threw out was impossible to repel the ghosts and gods, but it was enough to make them angry.
It's like a person in a superior position can disdain the clamor of an ant, but if an ant spits in his face, no matter how well-mannered or high-status the person is, he will be furious.
Sure enough, after the grains fell to the ground, the space in the corridor became violently distorted. A ghost and god wearing Confucian clothes walked in with a livid face: "Boy, how dare you offend me."
I picked up the dagger on the table and slowly cut off a piece of raw meat and put it into my mouth: "Didn't you already see it? Is it interesting to ask even though you know it?"
The ghosts and gods stepped on the grains on the ground and walked towards me. Every step the ghosts and gods took would leave a dark footprint on the ground. He was demonstrating to me, telling me clearly that he had nothing to do with the grain on the ground.
I said calmly: "You don't need to scare me. If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be so procrastinating."
The Confucian-dressed ghost suppressed his anger and said: "Boy, no one has dared to talk to me like this for many years, you..."
I didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, then looked up at the face of the Confucian ghost and god: "You haven't left here for many years, right?"
"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. I only want to tell you one thing now. I can make the ghosts and gods who have made a contract with me leave Baofeng Tower. However, I only want one ghost and god. Do you understand?"
The Confucian ghosts and gods were stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Boy, do you want us to kill each other? Your tricks are really too young. Guys, what do you think we should do?"
There was a ghost behind me who sneered: "What else can I do? Catch him, skin him and cramp him!"
"It's not enough to peel off the skin and get cramps! At least the soul must be burned with yin fire!" A cold shout from a ghost came from above my head.
The fourth ghost appeared in the corner of the wall without saying a word, just staring at me.
Immediately afterwards, the fifth, sixth, and eighth ghosts and gods also appeared one after another.
I didn't even look at the ghosts and gods, I still took the dagger and cut the raw meat piece by piece and put it into my mouth.
The Confucian-dressed ghost finally couldn't help it anymore: "You are about to die, and you still want to conclude a contract with us. I have never seen such a person who is looking for death. Come and die!"
The Confucian-dressed ghost raised his hand and grabbed me in front of my face. When the other person's fingertips were less than half a foot away from me, one of his fingers was cut off by a white light that suddenly shot up in front of me.
The other party was shocked and angry. He covered his severed hand and took two steps back. I raised my head and smiled coldly at him: "You can't even break my formation, and you still want to kill me?"
As soon as my voice fell, the eight flying knives surrounding me trembled at the same time, and dragon roars began to sound. A line of bright red blood also flowed from the corner of my mouth.
Compared to the opponent in Confucian attire in front of me, I look more like a ghost.
"Get him!" The ghosts and gods in Confucian costume shouted fiercely, and all the ghosts and gods in the room attacked me at the same time. The white light emitted by the eight flying knives was like a cage made of steel knives, not only blocking the The attacks of ghosts and gods also imprisoned me in it.
As the sword light continued to flicker around me, I roughly came to the conclusion that the strength of these ghosts and gods was limited. In this building, they could only exert the same strength as the ghosts at most. The only difference is that they are more difficult to deal with than the evil ghosts.
The Ninth Prince said: Whether I can make a contract with ghosts and gods is a life and death game that depends on my luck. I am definitely not exaggerating. There must be more serious crises in Baofeng Tower.
While I was thinking about it, I heard a ghost dressed in Confucianism shouting: "Get him to the middle and let the eldest sister take care of him."
As soon as the other party stopped shouting, I felt as if the space where I was was moved by someone, and the person and the throwing knife were moved to the middle of the room.
When I looked down, eight ghost hands stretched out from under the floor and grasped the handle of the flying knife.
The moment the ghost hand came into contact with the flying knife, the magic talisman on the knife burst into flames. Smoke suddenly appeared from the eight ghost hands, and the strange sizzling sound of the fire burning through human skin was endless.
The ghost who wants to pull out my flying knife should be the eight-armed woman nailed to the door of Baofeng Tower. My current position is right on top of her head.
The Confucian-dressed ghost sneered: "Boy, when the eldest sister pulls out the knife, how will you die?"
"Thank you for helping me find the strongest ghost and god. You are useless!" I put the hand hidden under the table on the table, and the seal in my hand suddenly activated: "Qimen Forbidden Technique, Stone Mill Hell!"
As soon as my voice fell, a huge millstone fell from the sky, and the sound of the stone grinding wheel instantly filled the whole place. Half of the eight ghosts and gods surrounding me were drawn into the stone mill on the spot. Although the opponent was struggling desperately, he could not escape from the shackles of the stone mill. He watched helplessly as he was swallowed up by the stone mill inch by inch. In the end, only one was left. The next few hands stretched out of the grinding eye were grabbing in the air in vain.
The remaining ghosts and gods turned around and wanted to run away, but their figures were sucked into the stone mill. No matter how hard they struggled, they could only be dragged backwards by the suction force of the millstone.
The ghost and god dressed in Confucianism shouted desperately: "If you let me go, I am willing to make a contract with you."
"No need!" I said coldly: "If you are not the strongest ghost and god, what use do I need from you?"
"I am willing to conclude a master-servant contract with you!" Confucianism and ghosts and gods are at a critical moment of life and death. How can they care about their dignity? Even the master-servant contract was moved out.
I refused again: "I don't need your contract, you should just wait for death!"
A few seconds later, the Confucian-dressed ghost was pulled to the edge of the millstone, and one foot was sucked into the grinding eye. The phosphorus fire under the millstone suddenly doubled in strength. It seems that the cultivation level of the Confucian-dressed ghost and god should be one of the best among these ghosts and gods. No wonder other people want to listen to his orders.
The Confucian ghosts and gods screamed: "You have killed so many ghosts and gods, aren't you afraid of Netherworld's revenge?"
"Do you think it makes sense to threaten me now?" I said calmly: "However, if you can answer some questions for me, I may consider sparing your life."
The Confucian-dressed ghost said hurriedly: "You can tell me, you can ask whatever you want."
I snapped: "Who controlled my dreams during the day?"
