C8 evil ghost entanglement

CHAPTER VIII GHOSTS Twisting around my body

Naturally, there couldn't be any real hand placed on Old man Bai's shoulder.

The nuisance was trying to lure him back.

How could an old martial artist be fooled by such a thing?

His ice-cold hand slowly slid down his shoulder. Before Old man Bai could regain his senses, a ball of soft, soft meat gently touched his neck.

It's a tongue! It was a woman's tongue!

A faint fragrance drifted towards Old man Bai's ears, the tip of his cold and soft tongue slithering across the back of his neck like a snake.

Old man Bai could not bear to see that.

Even if he couldn't endure it, he had to.

Old man Bai felt his palms sweating and he started to tremble lightly on the coffin.

The fear that was spreading in his heart came from the strange illusion of a sore neck.

The chanting voice was trembling with nervousness.

But he couldn't stop.

This torture lasted for nearly twenty minutes as Old man Bai sat on the coffin, on the verge of collapse.

This was a battle that he could not even see or touch, only Old man Bai himself knew. If he had opened his eyes or turned his head, he would have died instantly, and the thing inside the coffin would have crawled out or gotten onto his body.

He had to hold it in! As Old man Bai thought about it, he began to recite the scripture loudly, his voice loud like a bell.

In his heart, he did not dare to have any more distracting thoughts. He kept thinking about how he would wipe out the evil thoughts from the village, and how he would remove them from his mind.

The illusion seemed to have lightened a lot. An indescribable itchiness disappeared, and even the strange fragrance of the locust flower also dissipated along with it.

Only then did Old man Bai let out a long breath. The cold sweat on his forehead continued, but he still didn't dare slack in the slightest.

It was just after nine in the evening, the second fragment of the night.

Slowly, the surroundings seemed to quiet down, and all illusions disappeared.

Old man Bai knew that it wasn't even midnight yet, so it was still too early to say anything.

As expected, when it was eleven o'clock, things started to get out of hand again.

Old man Bai read the scripture without stopping. His mouth was parched and no one came to Blind Wang.

He heard a weak call.

It was calling from a distance behind him.

The voice sounded familiar? Old man Bai shook his head, not wanting to care about it.

However, the sound was getting closer and clearer.

When he got a little closer, he finally heard it clearly.

Surprisingly, it was his son calling his name, with a hint of tears in his voice.

This ghost was really evil. Even though he knew it was an illusion, he couldn't help but be moved.

His son had already been away for two to three years, so he didn't have many calls when he returned home. Every time he called, Old man Bai would act like a happy old child. The moment he heard his son's voice, even if he knew it was fake, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

It really is a different method to bring up my distracting thoughts. I can't think of... Can't think...

It was a pity that he did not have anything to gag himself. Old man Bai frowned as he heard his son's voice resounding into his ears.

"Father ?" The familiar voice trembled. "Why don't you turn around and look at me ?"

This is already a child's time... The Yin Qi was dense, and the ghost's methods were becoming more and more torturous. Old man Bai ignored him.

"Father ?" What's the matter with you ? "I'm your son ?"

No answer, no turning back.

"Father ?" My son had a car accident outside... "He accidentally broke his leg ?" His son's crying became even clearer. Even if it was fake, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

His son had been on the phone for the better part of a month, and he wondered how things were going at the school.

Now that he was about to graduate, he should be looking for a job. He should be busy outside and spend less time at school ?

There were a lot of distracting thoughts, but they were unable to leave his mind. Old man Bai shook his head with great effort.

The scripture in his mouth finally broke, because the emotion of longing made it impossible for him to focus on thinking and memorizing.

What if he was really hit by a car outside? Old man Bai thought, he was unable to continue memorizing the Diamond Sutra.

"Father ?" "Look at my legs ?" His son howled behind him.

The chilly wind that had stopped just now seemed to suddenly blow again.

The cold and gloomy air once again blew over the people on the coffin board and the spell paper that was stuck to it.

Can't think... This is an illusion... He must be fine outside.

Cold sweat soaked his back. Recitation... Recitation... Guard... Waiting for someone to come...

"Father." Old man Bai heard that something was going to climb up the coffin.

Old man Bai couldn't help but turn his head, his fingers holding onto the coffin, trying his best not to turn his head.

He heard the sound of viscous liquid dripping on the coffin as if it were blood dripping.

At the edge of the blurry image and reality, Old man Bai's mind was on the verge of collapse.

A big, wet hand grabbed Old man Bai's collar and started to tear at it.

Looking from afar, all one could see was an old man sitting on top of the coffin. His clothes were being pulled by a strange force and he was subconsciously swaying on the coffin.

Old man Bai gritted his teeth as he took out a buddhist bead that was engraved with a black scripture from his chest, and forcefully smashed it towards the direction of where he was pulling the corner of his clothes.

This was something that had allowed the monks in the temple to shine through. Normally, they would use this talisman as a form of protection, but today, it could be said that they were risking everything to break the illusion.

Then, with a strange howl, the thing pulling on the corner of his clothes seemed to have let go.

Old man Bai closed his eyes, as if he smelled something burning.

However, before he could regain his wits, the screaming son climbed onto the coffin again, this time using both hands to shout.

"How can you be so heartless! Look! Look at your son! " Two claw-like hands grabbed his shoulders tightly, shaking him and making strange noises.

In a moment of dizziness, the buddhist beads in Old man Bai's hands even fell down.

Unable to bear it any longer, he finally opened his eyes.

His son was covered in blood, and there was a long trail of blood trailing behind him. His lower leg was gone, and there was a bloody gash on his knee, revealing his white bones.

Old man Bai felt like a golden star had appeared in front of his eyes, making him unable to catch his breath.

"order of urgency!" Suddenly, another loud roar rang out.

Old man Bai seemed to have heard a familiar voice.

A hand lightly patted his back and he felt a warm current rush up his head from his Soul Gate.

His mind immediately cleared up.

Only then did the terrifying illusion dissipate.

Old man Bai saw the person who had arrived. It turned out that Blind Wang had finally arrived.

In the nick of time, he slapped a talisman on his back, causing him to lose his life.

"Elder Brother Wang, you're finally here ?" After confirming that the scene before his eyes was not an illusion, Old man Bai heaved a long sigh of relief.

Blind Wang did not have the time to care about him. Seeing that the talisman had loosened, he took out several tens of copper coins from his pocket, and set up a "lightning pool" according to the direction of night 28. He tried to lock the things inside the coffin that were dirty.

"Men come to cut off the heavy paper, ghosts come to cut off the mountains! Qian Xie won't be able to do it, but Wan Xie won't be able to! " As Blind Wang read, he added a few more talismans onto the coffin board, building on Old man Bai's foundation.

Blind Wang felt that he had miscalculated. He thought that the mountain area above the grave was more dangerous, but in the end he did not find anything.

On the other hand, Old man Bai almost couldn't hold on to the coffin that fell from the sky.

was still in a state of shock, and did not dare to move recklessly. Blind Wang was a model of the Inscription Hall, where Old man Bai was slightly black, he muttered some words, took out his own bottle of wine, took a big gulp of wine, and directly spurted it onto Old man Bai's body.

Just as Old man Bai was about to speak, the Blind Wang made a gesture to keep quiet, and said softly: "It's 12 o'clock."