There was indeed something wrong with that candle, and it was precisely because it blocked Funny's perception of the resentful ghost.
The other end swayed on the windowsill for a few times before shaking itself down and rolling towards Li Ting.
His head rolled very fast, and there was flesh and blood where it rolled. Li Ting felt a huge chill filling his whole body. He wanted to run, but he had to stand up. When he stood up, he would see the pattern on the window.
Li Ting sat on the ground, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Ka." The rolling head was stuck by a wooden stick. Next to him, Daming was raising his paws and looking at the stuck head on the ground with some curiosity.
However, because the other end was not directed at him, it did not rush forward rashly.
Li Ting sat on the ground and summoned the bamboo whip in his hand.
The head retreated a certain distance, then accelerated and rolled forward. With one force, it stepped over the uneven wood on the ground and rolled towards Li Ting.
Li Ting had no choice but to take action and swung the bamboo whip at the head. With a snap, the head easily dodged and rolled to the side.
Bang, Li Ting continued to hit, and the head continued to hide.
Li Ting's expression gradually turned ugly. He found that the head was not very strong, but it was really difficult for him to exert force while sitting. If he could stand up and fully exert the power of the cold whip in his hand, he should be able to do it with just a few moves. Get rid of it.
Now I'm just afraid that this head will go like that...
However, whatever he thought about came, and just when Li Ting wiped the head's face again and waved it away, the head suddenly rolled to the side, and quickly rolled behind Li Ting with the help of the power of the wall.
It’s too late to stand up and turn around or sit down and turn around.
"Yan'an, stop it."
Li Ting shouted as he spoke.
At the same time, he was about to stand up, but was surprised to find that his legs were numb...
Is it because the yin energy here is too strong?
After all, there is a resentful ghost with a ghost realm here. Think about how dangerous the blue ghost's ghost realm is. Now that another ghost realm is wandering around him, how can it not have any impact at all?
It was only because its Yin Qi could be transmitted from the ground, and he had been sitting on the ground that he was attacked, causing his legs to become paralyzed.
Li Ting staggered and felt the hair on his back stand up. It was too late! That head was almost close to him, did Yan An not move?
Maybe when he turns around, all he sees is a bloody mouth.
If this is the case, then we have to fight hard.
A trace of determination flashed in Li Ting's eyes. His left hand was filled with magic power and he struck the ground. His body was slightly in the air. He held his bamboo whip on the ground at the same time. Using it as an axis, he turned sharply backward, then he drew back the whip and struck forward, returning the blow. Without waiting to see clearly, he struck with all his strength towards the place where the Yin Qi was the strongest.
A cold whip hit the head hard. When he saw the situation behind him clearly, Li Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief. He saw a ring-shaped thing covering the head, delaying his rush. speed.
This is a magic weapon.
Tang Yuan.
Li Ting already understood who helped him.
Cold whip is his usual weapon, and he is very good at attacking. As long as the difference in strength is not too big, once he succeeds, there will be no suspense about what happens next.
When the whip was struck, the head was slightly deformed. Li Ting took advantage of the heat to hit the ghost, and then struck the head with a cold whip full of magic power, hitting the place where the head was trying to escape.
Unbiased, even more accurate than the previous one, as if Li Ting had anticipated its escape route.
The head was already knocked unconscious. At this moment, Li Ting struck again, even slightly turning back the direction of the blow, so that the head came towards him, and then followed with another heavy whip.
The head has completely stopped moving.
The Yin Qi on its body gradually weakened, and Li Ting's legs gradually regained consciousness. He turned his back to the window, which had changed, and stood up, thrusting a whip full of mana into the ghost's neck. He lowered his head and pinned his head, which was no longer able to resist, to the spot.
"Let them out." Li Ting said solemnly.
He has a bond with Fun, and he can feel that Fun is still alive, but very weak.
The little boy's face was deformed, and his head was covered with brown bloodstains. His gray eyes were wide open, looking at Li Ting ferociously.
"If you don't let it out, I will kill you now." Li Ting was about to hit the ghost with a palm, but saw a look of horror on the face. It whined, and then the window paper shattered. The voice came from behind Li Ting.
The head tried to nod, as if trying to tell Li Ting that it had done what he said.
Li Ting laughed a little, held the bamboo whip in his hand, walked to the back of the head, used the whip as a support, turned slightly, sat down again, and then looked up towards the window.
There was a crack in the window paper, which was the source of the breaking sound just now. However, the crack was closing quickly. When Li Ting looked over, the crack had been completely closed, and half of the terrifying human face was still above it.
It was tricking him into turning back.
If he had turned back and not sat down cross-legged to block part of his view, he would have been tricked by now.
Li Ting lowered his head, looked at the head that was nailed to the ground, and said calmly: "He's quite thoughtful."
The look of fear on the little boy's face disappeared, replaced by strong resentment.
This resentful ghost is not as strong as the blue ghost, and the ghost realm cannot always appear. If it is a head-on confrontation, Yun Shu can destroy it in a few strokes.
But what makes it better is that it has weird abilities and likes to scheme. With a candle and a moth, Yun Shu, Feng Yu, and Qu Qing all fell into the trap.
Now that he has obviously been restrained, he is still having bad intentions.
How could Li Ting be deceived by such a trick? He was so unlucky in his previous life. If he could be deceived by such a trick, he would have died dozens of times.
"After destroying you, they will naturally come out." Li Ting said, and after saying that, his magic power covered his palms again.
The resentful ghost looked at him and slowly smiled, the look in his eyes still full of resentment.
Li Ting had a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be that if he killed this ghost, others would also die? No, this could also be a trick used by this ghost to deceive himself.
But even if it was a lie, he didn't dare to gamble.
Li Ting's palm slowly pressed down, but the smile on the resentful ghost's face became even brighter.
It is not afraid of being destroyed...
This was the emotion Li Ting could see in his lifeless eyes.
how so?
Li Ting felt a little anxious in his heart, but he concealed it well on his face. He turned his palms into claws and opened the mouth of the resentful ghost.
Since it is a ghost realm, it is possible that there is a resentful ghost. Instead of communicating with a resentful ghost, it is better to find it yourself.
He used a wooden stick to flip over the tongue of the resentful ghost, and then picked out his cracked eyelids. He also pulled out the ghost's hair, trying to see if there were any marks.
But after doing all this, I still found nothing.
He couldn't hammer its head open. If he used magic power, it would be the same as destroying it, but he couldn't touch the ghost without using magic power.
After a while, the resentful ghost's face became even more distorted, and the resentment in his eyes almost turned into water drops.
Li Ting originally thought that the resentful ghost couldn't speak, and the whining sound it made just now was with its mouth closed, but at this moment, perhaps because of too much resentment, the bald-headed resentful ghost opened its mouth and let out a harsh sound. tweet.
Just like the cry of a little boy when he died, there was endless hatred.
It was this sound that made the translucent ghost that had been blocking the window move.
Zhao Lingyan seemed to feel something and looked straight in Li Ting's direction.
