After a blow to the abdomen, Ming Chuan coughed up a mouthful of blood with a sour taste, and held the other party's arm with the pain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the darkness, Ying Lan's arms were almost the same as those of ordinary people, but the palms were much larger, with distinct finger bones and sharp nails, like slender daggers.

Mingchuan felt his abdomen stabbed by Shadowlan's nails, and the warm liquid soaked his clothes.

"My lord......" Ying Lan's mind was still a little lucid, and his deep voice trembled a little, as if he was enduring something.

Ming Chuan hooked the corners of his mouth, wanting to make a smiling expression at Yinglan, but because of the pain of the wound, his expression distorted halfway.

"Lord Mingchuan......" Yinglan's voice carried a thick whimper, and it felt more sad about the incident of hurting Mingchuan than Mingchuan himself.

"Don't move. Ming Chuan could feel the other party's nails piercing deep into his abdomen, and as long as he moved slightly, it would bring him more damage.

After attacking his master, because of a strong sense of self-blame, Shadow Lan's self-consciousness temporarily took over, and his body movements stopped, not continuing to attack.

Ming Chuan took advantage of this gap to grab its arm, and at the same time took out the net bell from his arms.

I don't know what Ying Lan is controlled by, and I don't know if the sound of the net bell can help, but it's useless to think about it now.

As the crisp bell rang, Shadowlan let out a painful moan.

Seems to work.

Ming Chuan frowned and shook the bell in his hand.

The bells rang one after another, and Shadow Lan let out a low scream as if she couldn't bear the pain, and her body struggled from the pain.

Just as Shadow Lan struggled, he pulled out the nail that had pierced Ming Chuan's abdomen.

Severe pain came from his abdomen, and Ming Chuan shrank back and pressed his abdomen, patiently not screaming.

Blood flowed from between his fingers and soaked his palms.

The pain caused him to fall to his knees, his whole body curled up together, and his right hand holding Jingling trembled unconsciously.

The green jade bell made a faint noise in his trembling hands.

In the pain, the corner of Ming Chuan's eyes swept to his right hand, and he found that the darkness around his right hand seemed to fade a lot. Where there should have been no light at all, the silhouette of the net bell loomed.

Could it be that the darkness around here is not as simple as the lack of light?

Is this ......

Ghostly?

Ming Chuan's heart moved, and he immediately straightened up, but because of the excessive movement, he pulled the wound, and he was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

He reached into his arms and pulled out the few remaining pieces of rune paper.

These were the ones he had deliberately left unmolded, and they were only wrapped tightly on the outside with kraft paper and a plastic bag to prevent them from being soaked by the river.

At this time, after Ming Chuan took out these rune papers, he scattered them around, and at the same time shook the net bell in his hand.

Although the action of scattering the talisman paper is casual, the direction is grasped by him, faintly with some five-element formations, which can improve the efficacy of these purification talismans. Combined with the ringing of the net bell, the purification ability has been greatly improved.

The darkness slowly faded in the ringing.

As Ming Chuan expected, the cause of all this darkness was the ghost aura that filled the air.

It was only when his eyes could see that he could see what was going on around him.

The first thing that is certain is that he is not in the river now.

Or to correct it, he wasn't in any known place at this time.

Whether it is the ground under your feet, or the chaotic and blurry scene around you that is constantly distorting, it cannot belong anywhere in the world.

Here it is......

"Crack?" Ming Chuan's first reaction was that he and Ying Lan were dragged into the gap between the world and the ghost world by the pitch-black "vine".

However, it still seems to be a little different, different from the "crack" he accidentally entered before. But apart from the "cracks", he couldn't think of a more fitting place here.

"Your Excellency. At this time, Shadow Lan also fully regained his senses, and once again turned into the form of a shadow and floated to his side.

When he saw the wound on Mingchuan's abdomen, Ying Lan successfully made a mixture of shame, remorse, and sadness with his completely devoid face. Regarding this, Ming Chuan said that he also wondered how this guy did it.

The title of Emperor of Expressions should be awarded to Ying Lan.

Although they successfully dispelled the surrounding ghosts, Ming Chuan was confused about where they were.

"What the hell is this place?" he tossed the question to Shadowlan.

Ying Lan looked left and right, and said uncertainly, "It should be the gap in the space." ”

"If it's just a simple crack, then ...... just now" As soon as he said a few words, the pain in his abdomen was unbearable. The blood is still bubbling, and if the bleeding is not stopped as soon as possible, I am afraid that he will soon faint and even go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Fortunately, because of his work, he often faces all kinds of ghosts and all kinds of dangers, and for general simple injuries, Ming Chuan can deal with them by himself.

took off the T-shirt on his body, simply tied the wound tightly, and seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Ming Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to you just now? Possessed by something? It seems to have changed back to your old self. Busy with his wounds, Ming Chuan raised his head and looked at Ying Lan beside him.

"I'm ......" Ying Lan tilted her head in a pensive look before continuing after a moment, "It seems to have been eroded by something, and the ghost qi in her body has become frenzied, and she can't control it at all. ”

"What is it?" asked Ming Chuan.

"I don't know. Ying Lan shook her head, her tone a little helpless.

"Whatever it is, Jinghong should have been affected in the same way. Ming Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground, touched his chin with one hand and muttered, "It is very likely that those strange things at the bottom of the river are also because of this." ”

"You're saying that the ghosts in the river are also controlled by that thing?" asked Shadowlan.

"Controlled?" Ming Chuan frowned, "You just used the word 'erosion'. ”

"Uh, really?" was that what it just said?

"Although your choice of words is as childish as that of a schoolboy, you still get to the point occasionally. Ming Chuan half-squinted at Ying Lan, "Unconsciously use words to describe your true feelings." ”

Ming Chuan's eyes narrowed, glanced around, and said lightly: "I think I finally understand what is going on in this river." ”

"Huh?" Ying Lan still looked confused.

"The question now is what exactly is this place and how do we get out. "It's a real headache.