"Zhang Fan...I'm here...to save you!!" Feng Hui sighed deeply, took a deep breath, supernatural power exploded, and the next second, she disappeared.
When she appeared, she was already on the second floor of Maoshan Incense Candle Store. At this time, Feng Hui, through the terrifying supernatural power, crossed the endless distance and directly locked Zhang Fan's position.
When she came here, Feng Hui saw Zhang Fan lying on the sofa without any breath.
"Zhang Fan..." Feng Hui shed tears of blood in her eyes and was about to rush forward to check Zhang Fan's condition.
But before she could take a few steps, she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her. Because she felt an extremely terrifying supernatural force coming bit by bit.
Looking around, Feng Hui saw a wooden door with blood flowing continuously, shrouded in thick darkness.
And in the thick darkness, a faceless bald ghost stretched out most of its body, trying to get out.
At the same time, around the wooden door, Feng Hui also discovered that the fierce ghosts belonging to Zhang Fan were all on guard against the intrusion of the bald-headed ghosts.
"What's going on?!" Feng Hui moved and teleported to the side of Sai Laoxian and other fierce ghosts.
"Huh?" Hearing the voice coming from beside him, Sai Laoxian looked subconsciously. When he saw Feng Hui, his face instantly showed excitement and ecstasy. He exclaimed and shouted: "Feng Hui, you Finally here!!" After hearing this, Jin Cuihua and other ghosts present looked over and saw Feng Hui.
"What the hell is going on?!" Feng Hui asked in a low voice without joy or worry.
"Alas! It's a long story!!"
"I'll tell you later, we'd better drive this ghost out first, otherwise we will be killed by him when he comes completely!" Sai Laoxian was about to say something to Feng Hui, but saw another The body of the bald and fierce ghost behind the wooden door came halfway over again, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly spoke.
"Don't waste time. Let me take care of this ghost. Tell me all the reasons for Zhang Fan's death!" After saying this, Feng Hui stepped forward and slapped the bald ghost.
This slap seemed to contain a huge amount of power, and it directly pulled the evil ghost back into the wooden door and disappeared.
This slap was smooth and smooth, clean, simple and violent, and it stunned Sai Laoxian and other fierce ghosts.
None of them expected that such a terrifying ghost would not even have a chance to resist under Feng Hui's slap.
"Okay, you can talk now!" Feng Hui's eyes became extremely cold, and she did not give Sai Laoxian and the others a good look.
If you can't even take care of Zhang Fan, what use do you have? If it weren't for Zhang Fan's sake, Feng Hui might have gone on a rampage and killed someone.
Seeing the murderous intent on Feng Hui's face, Sai Laoxian sighed and could only bite the bullet and tell the whole story.
After a while, Sai Laoxian finally finished speaking. After Feng Hui finished listening, her curved eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
"If I take this so-called soul-summoning flag and go behind the wooden door, can I summon Zhang Fan's soul back?" Feng Hui took the soul-summoning flag from Sai Laoxian's hand, looked at the soul-retaining rope, and asked in a low voice.
"Yes! That's it!"
"If that's the case...that's the best, but if I find out that this can't revive Zhang Fan, all the ghosts here today will be buried with Zhang Fan!!" Feng Hui took the soul-summoning flag. He held one end of the soul-binding rope in his left hand and glanced at Sai Laoxian coldly.
"You don't need to worry about it. If Zhang Fan cannot be resurrected, we will die together!! Our feelings for Zhang Fan will not be worse than yours!" Sai Laoxian did not take Feng Hui's threat seriously. , smiled slightly.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll start right away!" Feng Hui didn't want to waste time, so she rushed into the wooden door and into the sticky darkness with the soul-calling flag and soul-binding rope.
As Feng Hui rushed in, her figure disappeared.
"Successful!" Seeing Feng Hui enter, Sai Laoxian and other fierce ghosts all breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, they were really afraid that Feng Hui would become a paper doll, but fortunately she was not.
"Everyone, let's wait for Feng Hui to summon Zhang Fan's soul back! Once you feel the vibration of the soul-binding rope, it means she succeeded!"
"In addition to this, we must also pay strict attention to not letting the seven-star lamp go out during the soul-calling process. Otherwise, Zhang Fan and Feng Hui will lose their way back!!" Sai Laoxian stroked his beard and said, Said loudly with excitement.
After Sai Laoxian finished speaking, Jin Cuihua and other fierce ghosts all nodded. At this time, Chu Chu walked over with hesitation, looked at Sai Laoxian and asked: "What is the relationship between this woman named Feng Hui and Zhang Fan? Why does she..."
"Hey! What should I say about this..." Sai Laoxian sighed, and after pondering for a while, he continued: "I can only tell you this, this Feng Hui...she likes Zhang Fan! Of course that’s all!”
"Like Zhang Fan?" Chu Chu's eyes were stunned, she was silent for a moment, and nodded silently. .......The misty world is shrouded in thick black air, the sky and the earth are in chaos, and the sun, moon and stars are missing.
The earth is black and soft, and stepping on it is like stepping on rotting bones. The icy cold is accompanied by the howling ghosts and the howling wind, which blows non-stop, making it difficult to distinguish between east, west, north and south, and no direction.
Feng Hui's figure appeared here at a certain moment. Feng Hui looked around, her eyes gradually becoming serious.
It's very scary here. In many places, there are supernatural fluctuations, as if there are unknown ghosts hiding there.
Feng Hui turned around and glanced behind her, but she didn't see the wooden door she came in from. The wooden door seemed to have disappeared, and it was unknown where it went.
Although the wooden door is not there, there are seven bright candlelights swaying in the darkness where the wooden door should have been.
They seem to be undisturbed by the supernatural and have always maintained an evasive effect, guiding Feng Hui on the way home.
Although the dark wind was whistling, it still could not affect the existence of seven bright candlelights. This scene looked extremely strange.
Feng Hui looked at the seven candlelights, and she was not surprised. Sai Laoxian told her when she just came in.
These are seven seven-star lamps prepared to light their way back. Taking a deep breath, Feng Hui turned her head again, slowly raised the soul-calling flag, and started calling Zhang Fan's name according to the method taught by Sai Laoxian.
Only by constantly calling Zhang Fan's name can Zhang Fan's soul be summoned back.
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..." Feng Hui shouted Zhang Fan's name while waving the soul-calling flag in her hand vigorously.
Feng Hui shouted loudly, resounding in the strange and chaotic world, lingering for a long time and particularly harsh.
But no matter how she called, Zhang Fan did not appear. On the contrary, in the area far away from Feng Hui, there was a dark shadow standing up unsteadily.
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."...Feng Hui continued to call Zhang Fan's name. But Zhang Fan's figure still did not appear.
But the number of those strange black shadows around them is increasing. One, two, three, four, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, tens of thousands of black shadows stood up staggeringly at Feng Hui's call.
And with every call from Feng Hui, these thousands of black shadows will multiply geometrically like fission.
In less than ten minutes, Feng Hui was surrounded by dense, black shadows.
Feng Hui didn't care what these black shadows were, nor what they were. The only thing she cares about now is Zhang Fan.
No matter what the price, she would bring Zhang Fan back. After a long time, Feng Hui also called for a long time, and the soul-calling flag in her hand also waved for a long time.
But Zhang Fan's soul still didn't appear.
"Why...I can't find you?!" Feng Hui looked deeply sad, with blood and tears flowing from her eyes.
The heartbreaking pain became more and more intense. The side effects of the destruction of the spiritual position are still getting worse.
At this moment, Feng Hui was worried and scared. She was not worried about her physical condition, but worried that she would die first before finding Zhang Fan.
Once he dies, there will really be no one in the world who can save Zhang Fan. Feng Hui couldn't say anything about Zhang Fan's feelings.
Obviously they haven't known each other for too long, but Feng Hui really likes Zhang Fan. From curiosity at the beginning, to good impression later, to admiration, and finally to the current love.
This process was very quick and only took a few days.
"If... I had tried my best to stay by your side, you... maybe... wouldn't have died!!" Feng Huiqiao He murmured, his voice a little choked.
Hate, she really hates, hates her own incompetence, hates her own uselessness. So what if I am powerful?
In the end, you can’t even protect the people you love! ! So what's the use of such a terrifying supernatural power?
Feng Hui choked and sobbed. She endured her physical discomfort and began to wave the soul-calling flag in her hand again.
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."
"Where...are you?!" Feng Hui called loudly. Every time she called, an indescribable black figure would stand up from the darkness.
As time passed, Feng Hui shouted as she walked, gradually going deeper into the darkness ahead. Time has no meaning in this chaotic world.
Everything is so pale and lifeless. Here, there is only eternal death and darkness.
The unknown fear and the abyss-like coldness will only crush the creatures that step here until they are completely destroyed.
As she moved forward, the group of shadows that had been blocking her way moved out of the way, not daring to block Feng Hui's steps.
Strangely enough, these shadows only became more and more numerous as Feng Hui called, but none of them came forward to attack Feng Hui. They all stood stiff and numb, motionless. .
