The second floor of the old teaching building,
Sometimes the lights that turn on can illuminate dense ghost shadows,
I fell to the ground and could vaguely see the shadows on the wall.
Damn it, Qi Qi has obviously been taken care of.
I didn't expect that I would fall into the hands of these brats in the end.
It is an unacceptable reality, and it would be too shameful to die like this.
It's like you were robbing the bank and were robbed by a few villagers on the way.
The Wounded Soul Bone was more than a meter in front of me, and it was difficult to hook it even if I stretched my arms several times.
Maybe it's possible to move your body over.
But after getting the wronged soul bone, will he still have the strength to deal with them?
Isn't this a problem?
Chen Zhihao was the first to come behind me, looking at my back,
The desire in his eyes grew more and more.
Just when I was trying my best to hook the wronged soul bone with my fingers, an old, withered hand suddenly appeared in my sight.
This hand picked up the wronged soul bone first.
Sizzle... White smoke keeps rising from the contact surface between the palm of that hand and the bones of the wronged soul.
It was as if he were grabbing a red-hot iron rod with his hands.
You can even see the veins popping out and the arms shaking after getting the wronged soul bone.
Although my thinking was disordered, I still recognized something. He was not a human being!
are you crazy? It's a ghost that actually holds the evil soul bone of the evil nemesis with its hands?
To take my weapon away from me?
It's not like that...
The bones of the wronged soul lifted off the ground in the white smoke, rising...
"What do you guys want to do to my benefactor!".
A somewhat familiar roar resounded throughout the second floor, echoing from layer to layer.
The white bone stick was swung by the man in an arc close to the full moon.
Any evil spirit that is touched by the wronged soul bone is like a hot iron falling on the flesh and blood body, and many ghosts wail and retreat one after another.
Chen Zhihao was at the front and hit his head accurately with a stick, sending him flying several meters away.
My eyes gradually moved up, and then I saw this person clearly, and I couldn't help but be shocked.
Old man?
With his bald head and hooked nose, isn't he the same old man from the mayor's family that he met when he was looking for an old rooster?
Why is he here?
But what struck me even more was that he was still holding on to the bones of the wronged soul.
The shrinking, hunched figure only reaches my shoulders, the loose skin is piled together, and the body is also rising and falling greatly.
The pale rod was burning its evil body all the time, and the billowing white smoke accompanied him.
An old hand clenches so resolutely...
I was stunned for a moment and quickly shouted: "Old man, let go!"
"You can't take that thing!".
Those little devils would squeal and run away just when they were touched by the bones of the wronged souls.
But the old man actually holds it in his hand. You must know that he is just an ordinary ghost.
The old man looked at me, his almost translucent face showing an extremely determined look.
"Don't worry, the old man will definitely take you out!".
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out and waved the Wounded Soul Bone to repel several ghost figures that were ready to move.
Just a few swings,
His body became even closer to transparent, and he knelt down weakly
Bang... Bang... The bones of the wronged soul fell from his hand.
The old man spread his right hand. The skin on his hand was rotten and the arm was translucent.
He gritted his teeth and continued to reach for the wronged soul bone while trembling.
Sizzle... Wrapped in white smoke, he picked up the bones of the wronged soul again.
"Anyone who wants to exchange a ghost's life for a ghost's life should come here and give it a try. They are a bunch of brats who take advantage of others' danger."
Pointing at the wronged soul bones one by one, although the brats in the old teaching building did not escape, they did not rush forward again.
Facing these ghosts, the old man retreated to my side and helped me up with all his strength:
"Don't worry, the old man will definitely save your benefactor even if he risks his life."
It’s hard to imagine a twilight old man helping a strong young man.
My weight of more than 100 kilograms was all placed on that shrunken body.
Even though the old man is not a human, he is not a powerful ghost, not to mention that he has been holding the bones of the wronged soul.
The old man forced a smile: "It seems that I came at the right time this time."
"I originally thought of waiting for my benefactor outside, but I couldn't wait any longer. After all, this place is not very auspicious."
"I'm very happy now. I'm glad I came in...this old bones can also be put to use."
He helped me walk towards the stairs. The bones of the wronged soul were also a good deterrent in his hands.
But I don’t want such a threat. The sizzling sound fills my ears all the time.
Isn’t it torture for me that the old man’s voice is getting weaker every time?
"Old man, give me the bone stick...".
He didn't say anything and continued to help me walk.
When he reached the stairs and went down the stairs, he shouted angrily: "Going down... going down the stairs, be careful."
I almost bit my lip and screamed in a commanding tone: "Give me the bone rod!"
"You will disappear... completely out of your mind!...".
The old man ignored my words and muttered to himself:
"If I hadn't met you, my benefactor, yesterday, the old man's grandson would have died in the wild."
"The benefactor was a good man, how could he let a good man have such a short life? Damn it!"
"When I first met my benefactor, the old man felt that the benefactor was definitely not an ordinary person, so the benefactor could not die in a place like this, in the hands of such a brat."
"If the benefactor dies in front of the old man, what dignity will the old man have in reincarnation?"
It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and from the corner of my eye I saw the old man’s little finger that had disappeared:
"Old man, throw it away..."
"Stop holding that damn thing...".
"That's enough."
The old man’s self-laughing:
"Don't underestimate the elderly"
Perhaps it was the pain, but his smile seemed so forced.
"enough!"
I don’t know where I got the strength to snatch the wronged soul bone from his hand.
Turning my head to stare at the wandering souls watching me,
They are like giant lizards in the wilderness that bite you with their mouths full of poison, and then they won't attack you again. Instead, they wait for you to die of poison before they enjoy their feast.
If I fall down again, the ghosts behind me will definitely swarm over again.
So even if I was holding on, I had to stand and walk out of the old teaching building.
The old man was so weak that he could hardly speak, and his right arm had disappeared.
Now we are completely supporting each other,
The figures of an old man and a young man touched the darkness and took unknown steps towards the darkness.
Because the flashlight broke, we don’t know where we are now and what we should pay attention to.
All that can be done is to keep going.
Walked for a few more minutes
Dang... My head hit a hard steel object, and there were continuous echoes of clang, clang, clang.
The old man smiled and said, "We're on the first floor."
