"Miss Wang" laughed silently in the darkness.
The faint dancing light of the fire cast her shadow on the headless statue.
It was as if the shadows all over the room were filled with demons ready to move.
She untied her belt, and her loose robe fell to the ground, revealing her snow-white skin. Her young and beautiful figure was exposed to the air. She was most beautiful, but the crack on her face made this scene look weird and terrifying.
She loosened the bun on her head again, and her long black hair hung down. Her hair was parted and gathered on her chest, and she stretched her hands behind her head.
"Stab it."
There was a slight tearing sound.
The scalp was actually taken off like clothing, revealing a huge blue devil's head. The devil stared at Li Changan with copper bell-like eyes.
However, Li Changan still didn't seem to wake up, and remained motionless with his back to the evil ghost.
The evil spirit opened its mouth, revealing its rasp-like teeth.
It pinched the scalp and carefully pulled it down.
Not long after.
A huge ghost with a height of one foot jumped out of "Miss Wang"'s petite body.
"Miss Wang" or the blue-skinned evil spirit, first carefully collected the shed human skin and spread it neatly on the altar.
Then he crossed the fire pond and walked behind Li Changan. Although he was huge, he could walk as quietly as a cat.
The evil ghost's greedy eyes roamed Li Changan's body, seeming to be hesitant about which part to choose.
Thighs, arms, back, waist and ribs?
After all, the first bite is always the most delicious.
Finally, the evil ghost's eyes fell on Li Changan's neck.
The evil spirit slowly approached, and its big mouth slowly opened, with fishy saliva dripping from between its sharp, file-like teeth.
“It’s exactly the same as this painting.”
A voice sounded calmly, and the evil ghost's movements suddenly stopped. He twisted his neck and quickly looked around the temple, and finally discovered that the person speaking was actually the "sleeping" Li Changan.
There was a sound of thunder, and the ruined temple was completely white.
It turned out that Li Changan, who was lying on his back, was holding a book in his hand. The pages were opened, and there was a ferocious ghost painted on it, with a blue body, eyes like round bells, and teeth like files.
The evil ghost's eyes suddenly shrank into pinpoints.
Isn’t this what it is!
For a moment, the evil ghost hesitated.
Taoist priests always have some weird spells, and if you are not careful, monsters will always fall for them.
Hesitating in his heart, his body subconsciously took a step back.
Just as he stepped on Li Changan's untied armor, the armor pieces suddenly fell apart, and the armor was completely untied.
This time, the ghost came back to his senses, and anger appeared on its ferocious face.
What skills can a little Taoist priest have who relies on mortal armor?
It opened its mouth, ready to pounce.
Li Changan, who clearly had his back, immediately responded.
He didn't turn around or look back, he just took out an object and pointed it at the evil ghost.
Thunder breaks out again.
White light floods the temple.
The thing was actually a thick iron pipe with a wooden handle attached to the back. The cotton threads on the wooden handle had burned to the end.
The evil ghost froze.
"What is this..."
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, fire suddenly appeared.
A large amount of finely divided iron sand spurted out from the tube.
The evil ghosts had no time to react and were all hit.
The devil's blue skin is thick and tough, and most of the iron sand only penetrates the skin and gets stuck in the muscles. Although the sound of this fire cannon is fierce, the damage caused is nothing more than flesh wounds.
But it hurts!
It broke our hearts.
itch!
Itches to the bone.
But it couldn't move, couldn't even move its eyes. As soon as the iron sand hit it, there was an invisible force that suppressed him.
"thump."
The evil ghost fell straight to the ground on its back.
The huge body shook the entire ruined temple slightly.
Li Changan suddenly stood up, his demeanor and movements were not as calm as before.
He struggled to turn the evil ghost over, then moved a big stone, and raised the evil ghost's head on tiptoe, protruding its thick neck.
Then he picked up the big ax he had brought, cut his thumb, used his finger as a pen and blood as cinnabar, and quickly drew a blood talisman on the ax surface.
"Heaven's evil is brilliant, earth's evil is square, I am writing now, and all ghosts will perish."
After reciting the incantation, smear the blood on the ax blade.
Aiming at the evil ghost's neck, a large ax with a round shape was pointed at it.
"drink!"
……………………
The barren mountains, ruined temples, and the wind and rain are swaying.
When thunder breaks out.
In the darkness, the only things that could be heard were the man's heavy breathing and the dull sound of chopping.
Inside the temple.
Li Changan was covered in blood and sweat, but the evil ghost under his ax had only a small piece of flesh connected to it.
After following the old Taoist for a month, Li Changan's biggest gain was not to learn a few superficial talismans, but to realize that ghosts are transformed by humans, and demons have flesh and blood.
When the ax goes down, the skin and flesh are still torn apart, but the bones and flesh are tighter and require more effort.
Li Changan held the ax with both hands, took a few sharp breaths, and then used up his last strength.
One slash down.
"Qiang."
The ax blade struck the hard bluestone, and fire splashed out.
Li Changan's jaw hurt, and the ax came out of his hand.
At the same time, the evil ghost's head was finally chopped off, rolled around a few times, and rolled to Li Changan's feet.
Li Changan was not careless, but took a few steps back. After following the old Taoist for a month, he still learned some caution.
Until the evil ghost's slightly twitching corpse was completely lifeless.
Li Changan finally relaxed and sat down in the bloody water.
You're done!
Without the excitement of killing ghosts, Li Changan now felt tired, scared and thankful.
He spent the night in a ruined temple, using his body as bait to attract evil spirits to appear.
This fire blunderbuss was entrusted to Wang Zhixian to use the power of the government to drive good craftsmen to work overnight. The iron sand was also concocted with the ancestor's talisman left by the old Taoist.
Li Changan was fully prepared and waited for the evil spirit to come to his door.
It's funny that the ghost even made up a lie about the young lady getting lost. This can fool the charm, but not Li Changan.
Sure enough, after half a night's sleep, the ghost finally revealed its true colors.
But even so, Li Changan's gamble on life is extremely dangerous.
For example, the scene where he showed the portrait to the evil ghost on a book page was not a deliberate pretense on his part.
But at the critical moment, the fuse burned too slowly, so he had to use words to scare the evil ghost to buy time. Fortunately, this ghost likes to turn into a beautiful woman and eat people. He is a brainiac. If he encounters a reckless ghost, his body and head will be separated. The one bleeding all over the ground was Li Changan himself.
After resting for a while, Li Changan struggled to get up.
He turned over and reached the altar. The first thing he saw was the painted skin spread by the evil ghost on the altar.
Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but touch it, and my hands were delicate and smooth, just like...a girl's skin?
Human skin? !
His hands shook and he almost couldn't hold it. His expression changed a few times and then he put the painting aside.
Li Changan no longer cared about it. He took out the yellow book and flipped through the pages carefully...
no change?
Li Changan was stunned.
The reason why he came to risk his life by the blue-skinned evil spirit was not because he hoped that this book would bring about any changes, or even send him back to his original world.
But now...
Li Changan didn't believe this evil, so he looked through the book carefully.
What he didn't notice was that while he was searching, the evil ghost's body was slowly dissolving.
The corpse finally turned into a pool of thick blood.
Sudden.
The dizziness I felt for a month came back.
In his haste, he only had time to grab the human skin.
Wait for Li Changan to come to his senses.
Surrounding it is a simply furnished room with a Simmons bed, wardrobe, table and chairs. He turned on the bedside switch and the fluorescent lamp came on, illuminating the entire room.
It was so ordinary and simple, but Li Changan was so excited that he jumped and screamed.
"I'm back!"
The door was knocked open and the uncle barged in aggressively.
"thief……"
After seeing who was in the room, his expression suddenly turned to shock.
"Chang'an? When did you come back? How did you end up like this?"
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The ruined temple after Li Changan left.
The sky is slightly bright.
An old voice, deliberately lowered, sounded outside the temple.
"Brat?"
"Are you in there? Brat."
Then, a cautious figure flashed in.
The old Taoist carried a long sword and entered the ruined temple like a thief. At first sight, he saw blood all over the floor and scattered armor and ax blades.
……………………
Li Changan didn't know that Lao Dao was looking for him again, and he didn't know what Lao Dao would think when he saw the blood on the ground.
At this time, he was in front of Mr. Li's grave.
"Grandpa, please rest peacefully. I will come see you another day."
He kowtowed politely a few times, stood up and picked up a shovel.
There is a small pit that has just been dug next to the grave. In the pit is a yellow book wrapped in transparent tape.
He hesitated for a while, then finally swung the shovel.
The world over there, full of monsters, Taoism, and adventures, although beautiful and exciting, is also full of misery and precariousness. In comparison, Li Changan still chose this ordinary, mediocre, but peaceful world.
I'm just sorry, Master.
Li Changan sighed softly and strode away.
But……
When fate strikes, it's like a heavy rain in the wilderness. Where can a humble mortal take refuge?
