Chiyang's hands were about to close, but stopped at the last moment.
"Did you call me just now?" Chi Yang turned to look at Jiang Chen doubtfully.
Before Jiang Chen could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt horrified—
Behind the statue, the phantom of the tentacle seemed to be aware of his presence. Hundreds of evil and twisted eyes were staring at Jiang Chen at the same time.
Even though Jiang Chen lost his body, he still felt an illusion of coldness all over his body.
His soul seemed to be rapidly drifting away from this world, falling into a dark, silent, and cold abyss.
Deep in the abyss, countless huge tentacles loomed in the darkness, squirming and coiling towards him...
"Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang!" Chi Yang's voice brought Jiang Chen back to reality, "You look so bad, are you okay?"
"What can happen to me?" The person who answered Chiyang was still the horse-faced ghost occupying Jiang Chen's body. "You must apologize to the land lord quickly, otherwise something will really happen!"
"Oh." Chi Yang turned to look at the Xie Yi statue, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Where are the two servants? Don't lose them!"
With that said, he hurriedly chased forward.
The horse-faced ghost grinned in anger, but had no choice but to follow Chiyang.
The two servants had disappeared into the night, as if they had evaporated.
Chiyang drove a mile or two and searched for the shadows of flowers and trees everywhere. There was no trace of the two people. He slapped his thigh and shouted: "Hey, why did you lose me?"
Jiang Chen had already sensed something was wrong, but he was unable to speak and could not tell Chiyang.
Chi Yang looked around and said in shock: "Why are you back in this ghost place again?"
Another dirt slope appeared in front of the two people. There were more than a dozen stone slabs paved along the slope. Among the flowers on the slope was a shrine dedicated to the "Tud Gong"!
Did he just walk a mile or two and walk in circles around here?
The horse-faced ghost complained: "Look, it's all your fault for talking nonsense and offending the land lord. Now you're being punished!"
"This earth lord is too narrow-minded!"
Chiyang snorted, climbed the stone steps up the slope, and looked at the black statue in the shrine with an unkind expression.
A scorching wave of air began to appear around him, causing the horse-faced ghost to retreat involuntarily.
It seemed that Chiyang was going to take out his anger on the "Emperor of the Earth".
Seeing Chi Yang's hands holding the hilt of the sword, Jiang Chen secretly cheered in his heart.
This is how a real man should be, not afraid of heaven or earth, no matter what kind of monster it is, just cut it off!
But the horse-faced old ghost possessing Jiang Chen quickly dissuaded him: "Chiyang! Did you notice something was wrong?"
Chiyang stared at the statue and said, "I think there is something wrong with this Earth God!"
"No, have you noticed that one of the eighteen steps is missing?"
"Stairs?" Chi Yang raised his eyebrows, "Have you counted them?"
"That's right, when I first came here, I counted the steps here, and there were eighteen in total. Now I count again, and there are only seventeen! Do you think we have misunderstood the earth master? The steps just now are actually the same as here. Two different places?”
Chi Yang looked at the statue, then looked at the surrounding flowers, frowned and said: "Why do I think they are exactly the same? Did you count them wrong?"
The horse-faced ghost pretended to be displeased: "If you don't believe it, just count it yourself and see if it's eighteen!"
"Then let me count." Chiyang let go of the hilt of the sword, turned around and looked at the steps down the slope, reaching out to count, "One, two, three...seventeen, eighteen. That's right, no more, no less, just right. Eighteen ways!"
The horse-faced ghost said: "You can't count like this, you have to use your feet to count."
He said and took a few steps down the steps: "Like this, one, two, three..."
Jiang Chen's consciousness suddenly shuddered.
He found that with every step his body took, the surrounding environment became darker, and his soul felt as if it was about to be stripped out of his body.
As the numbers came out of his mouth, the mourning platform became more and more drowsy, and his body became colder and colder.
Fortunately, after only taking three steps, the possessed horse-faced old ghost stopped. Otherwise, Jiang Chen was really worried that the two of them would go all the way to the eighteenth level of hell.
Jiang Chen suddenly remembered a legend: Never count steps in the dark in the dead of night. If you count to the end and find that a layer is missing, something terrible will happen - the missing layer can only be filled by yourself!
This old ghost really wants to use tricks to frame Chi Yang!
"Chiyang! Don't count!" Jiang Chen shouted in his heart.
As if hearing his thoughts, Chiyang did not walk down, but nodded and said: "Okay, you just walk like this, and I will help you count together. It's the third level now, right? You keep going down!"
The horse-faced old ghost suddenly felt like he had "shot himself in the foot."
Under Chi Yang's gaze, the horse-faced old ghost gritted his teeth and walked down one step at a time. Chi Yang's counting voice came from behind him: "Four, five, six..."
A gust of wind blew, and the horse-faced old ghost shivered.
Even if it is already a ghost, it does not dare to count the eighteen steps. The consequences will be absolutely unbearable for it.
When he counted to the twelfth level, Jiang Chen felt that his spiritual platform seemed to be covered with a layer of filth, making him feel muddy, empty and sleepy, making it difficult to think.
The horse-faced old ghost controlling his body also became stiff, numb, and his eyes were dull.
On the thirteenth step, he took half of his steps and hung in the air.
"Thirteen..." Chiyang's counting voice remained steady.
The horse-faced old ghost's scalp exploded, and he suddenly jumped up like a frightened rabbit, shouting: "There is a ghost! There is a ghost!"
"Where is the ghost?" Chi Yang asked.
The horse-faced old ghost turned around hurriedly and ran up the slope in a flash, shouting: "This place is very dangerous! Run! Run!"
Jiang Chen only found it funny. It was originally a ghost, but it was afraid of being like this.
Although Chiyang didn't understand what was going on, he could only follow.
The two of them walked less than a hundred steps when they saw ghosts and shadows all around, crying and complaining, mixed with the laughter of jackals, and phosphorus fire everywhere as far as the eye could see.
"We are surrounded!"
Under the shadow of the flowers and trees, countless ghosts and ghosts are hiding inside, grinding their teeth and sucking their claws, intending to eat human flesh and blood.
With a "choking" sound, Chiyang pulled out both swords and shouted: "Let's see who dares to come for death!"
For a moment, all the ghosts were frightened by his evil aura, and they all lay motionless, not daring to come forward.
Chi Yang led Jiang Chen to take the road and walked away. After turning two corners, he bumped into a green-faced and fanged monster and hit him with a stick.
Chiyang blocked with the sword in his left hand, and struck with a sweeping right hand. The blood-red sword shadow passed over the monster's bloated waist, and with a "pop" sound, the monster was cut into two pieces.
The two parts of the monster fell to the ground, but did not die immediately. They were still squirming on the ground, as if they were trying to piece together.
Chiyang was afraid that it would get entangled again, so he slashed dozens of times with his swords, striking the monster like a storm, creating a series of rapid cracking sounds, not like a flesh and blood body.
After a round of crazy attacks, Chi Yang took a closer look and found that it was a clay doll that had been chopped into pieces. Pieces were scattered on the ground, and no movement was seen again.
