Supercerebral beings have similarities with supernatural physiques, and if they concentrate their mental power on their eyes, they can see things that do not exist in the real world. The energy of the general soul body is relatively weak and cannot show its original form, but the ghost belongs to the super energy body, as long as Shu carefully distinguishes, he can still see the appearance of the debt collector. The other party is not strong enough now, and the so-called entity is just a vague figure, looking thin and very obscene. He still doesn't seem to give up this body, often flying up and down around Youshu, shouting, "Give me back the body!" This skin should have been mine! As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed it.

Youshu felt that her skin was very cold, but there was nothing she could do about him, so she could only pretend that she didn't see or hear anything. The fog on the debt collector's body is getting thicker day by day, and the facial features are becoming clearer day by day, in contrast, some people in Yushui Village began to experience symptoms such as dizziness, lack of energy, and body thinness.

Youshu knew that they were also entangled by debt collectors, because they didn't have spiritual power to protect their bodies, they would be sucked away from their yang energy, and if they continued, they didn't know if they would die. Youshu couldn't save them, in fact, he couldn't even save himself. The ghost is growing, but his spiritual power is stagnant, no matter how much he meditates, he can't be quickly improved, maybe in a few years, this ghost will kill him.

So he distributed the maltose made by Song's mother to the children in the village, so that they could spread the word about the ghosts nearby. He did it very skillfully, and when the adults asked, they didn't know the origin of the rumors. Whether there are ghosts in the village or not, the people next to them don't know, but a few unlucky people who are haunted by ghosts are shocked, and then suddenly realize.

It didn't take long for several families to jointly fund and invite a "profound" mage to walk from the head of the village to the end of the village with a compass. When they passed by their house, Youshu was pinching a piece of maltose and licking it attentively. He saw the ghost following behind the mage, its long tongue inserted into the mage's heavenly spirit cover, as if sucking something.

Youshu's expectation was instantly disappointed. This mage is obviously a liar, and he doesn't even notice the ghosts closely, so how can he catch ghosts? However, he pretended to be pretentious, and danced for half an hour with a mahogany sword in his hand, and then took a puff of wine into the candlestick, igniting a huge flame that drew applause from the villagers.

Youshu stood at the outskirts of the crowd, licked the maltose and took out a candied fruit from his pocket, held it in his mouth and slowly sucked the sweet juice, shaking his head and walking away while sucking. That night, the body of the mage was found in a vegetable patch in the east of the village, his clothes stained with the smell of alcohol, as if he had been drunk and fell to his death.

Mother Song and Bai Shao got together and muttered quietly, both of them said that the mage had died an evil death. Youshu withdrew from meditation, her little brows furrowed tightly, and her expression was very solemn. Although the debt collector had grievances before, they were not strong, but now that they are stained with human life, will the grievances mutate? You must know that ghosts, like zombies, are also divided into levels, and whether there is a human life in their hands is an important criterion for judging their danger.

Youshu knows that this ghost is becoming more and more dangerous, and she must do her best to find a way to save herself. He never thought about communicating with the other party, and reasoning with a terrible ghost was like praying for zombies not to eat people, it was simply wishful thinking. He didn't know the Yin and Yang Taoism, he didn't know how to catch ghosts, and he had nowhere to learn, so he had to pick up Mother Song's Buddhist scriptures and chant silently all day long. However, he was an atheist and had no devotion to the Buddha, and the scriptures he recited became mortal and had no effect on ghosts.

After two months of this, three people died in the village one after another, and for a time people were panicked and rumors were rampant. Youshu didn't dare to go out at this time, and Gain's powerful ghost had completely cultivated into a human form, no longer a flickering mist. He often took advantage of his unpreparedness to push him into the pond or smash heavy objects placed on his head. Fortunately, Shu is from the end of the world, the survival skills are full, and after falling into the pond, he swam back, and he narrowly avoided when the heavy object fell, but he went back to a serious illness, and the high fever did not go away for more than ten days.

Mother Song was frightened, and did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to invite a famous doctor from Liangzhou City to diagnose and treat the young master, and also bought a small mountain ginseng tonic, and cleaned up the family to save people.

Youshu lost a lot of weight after recovering from her illness, her cheeks were sunken, her skin was sallow, and she lost her previous vitality, looking like a skin monkey. He was quieter than before, holding the Buddhist scriptures and reading them all day long, without speaking or expression, which made Mother Song and Bai Shao anxious.

This day is the birthday of Sakya Rulai, Kaiyuan Temple will hold a grand uncovered meeting, Song Mother and Bai Shao saved some sesame oil money, planning to pray for the young master. The three of them came to the temple by ox cart, where there was a sea of people and the yang energy was extremely strong. Powerful ghosts make a living by sucking yang energy, but that is only for a few people, and if the yang energy of tens of thousands of people gathers together, it will cause great harm to them.

As soon as the ghost saw the fiery red yang energy rising in the air, he immediately hid in fright. Youshu felt the chill clinging to her back disappear in an instant, and she couldn't help but look back. He dragged the corner of Song's mother's clothes and followed her to the front hall. Mother Song was already ready to visit hundreds of Buddha statues in the temple and pray for the young master, worried that she would be tired of him, so she asked Bai Shao to take him out to play.

Bai Shao pulled Youshu out of the hall, and saw a fortune-telling booth next to him, and he was itchy for a while, so he took out a copper plate and bought a string of sugar gourds for the young master, and asked him to stand aside and wait, and then bought a lucky bag and ran to hang it under the Bodhi tree in the outer courtyard.

Youshu stood in the open space outside the hall, licking the sugar gourd expressionlessly, suddenly felt a tingling pain in her back, turned her head to look, but saw a group of children from Yushui Village standing not far away, holding snowballs in their hands and smashing them, giggling while smashing, "Fool, come here, come and chase us." ”

Youshu lived to be fifteen years old in her previous life, and her personality was extremely quiet, how could she play with a group of little children? He turned his head and continued to lick the sugar gourd with a blank face. A group of children refused to give up, deliberately pinching the snow as hard as a stone and smashing it at him. Youshu couldn't dodge the dense snowballs like raindrops, so she had to run around and around while scanning the surroundings to see if there was a place to hide.

There was no shelter on all sides, and there was no shelter, and Shu wanted to run into the hall, but saw several children standing at the door, blocking the way, with a malicious smile on their faces. On the south side is a high wall, and there is no way back, only a large bamboo basket is placed in the corner, and I don't know who left it. Youshu couldn't, so she had to run over, flip the big bamboo basket over, and buckle herself. Snowballs rained down on the bamboo basket with a crackling sound, and fine droplets of snow came in through the cracks and splashed on his face, making him shiver with cold.

A group of children saw that Youshu was just dodging and did not resist, and they felt the pleasure of bullying the weak, and after smashing the snowball, they picked up a wooden stick, intending to open the bamboo basket and beat Youshu severely. Youshu squatted in the bamboo basket, licking the sugar gourd with an expressionless face, people who have experienced the end of the world deeply understand a truth, even if the situation is critical, you can't throw away food when you run for your life. So Youshu ran around the open space, and the sugar gourd in his hand was still firmly pinched.

Under the eaves of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was squinting at the farce. He stands tall, his clothes are in the wind, and his immature facial features have faintly revealed a peerless posture, and his extravagance is even more daring to look at. Two sturdy retinues were on their sides, looking guarded.

"Master, do you want to drive them away?" One of them asked in a low voice.

"No, it's interesting." The young man waved his hand, "This is the way of the world, it is nothing more than relying on the noble and bullying the lowly, bullying the weak, even a three-year-old child is not exempt from vulgarity." ”

"Master, what is it to save the child?" Another person stepped forward.

"If you can't die, what can you save?" The young man's tone was cold, and his expression was very indifferent.

Not far away, a group of children were about to lift the bamboo basket and beat him violently, but suddenly Shu stood up with the bamboo basket, quickly grabbed the wooden stick of one of the children, and hit him on the leg. The man fell to the ground in response, hugged his legs and wailed, and the rest of the people hurriedly gathered around to help, but Youshu was like a little turtle, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and knocking all the children down in a few strokes. Although his soul was fifteen years old, his body was only five years old, which was younger than these children. These kids can beat him, why can't he fight back?

Youshu beat a group of bear children to cry and call their mother, and then walked to the leader of the child, grabbed a few handfuls of snow, and poured them into each other's clothes. The boy screamed bitterly, digging out the snow as he cried. Youshu picked up the sugar gourd that had fallen on the snow, blew it, and then walked away, still with no expression on her face. When he walked to no man's land, he suddenly felt a cold wind coming, and then the back of his head was pressed by a big hand, and he was pressed into the heavy snow that he had not had time to sweep.

The snow blocked her mouth and nose, making it difficult for Youshu to breathe. Symptoms of hypoxia begin to appear in the brain, and consciousness gradually becomes blurred. He faintly heard a resentful voice whispering in his ear, "My name has long been printed on the life and death book of the king of Yama, but you have taken my body and made me a lonely ghost!" If you have taken possession of my flesh, you will have to pay for me, and now that the forty taels of silver have been spent, you may die. The words fell, and you Shu pressed more and more hard into the snow.

Youshu struggled desperately, but to no avail, seeing that he was about to lose his breath, the powerful ghost suddenly said in horror, "Purple dragon qi? How could there be a person with purple dragon aura here? ”

The big hand on the back of the head disappeared instantly, and Youshu hurriedly turned over and sat up, gasping for breath, and her little face turned into the color of pig liver. At the same time, a pair of dark soap boots approached step by step, standing three meters in front of him.

"Why did you bury yourself in a snowdrift?" The person who came stood with his hands in his hands, and a pair of sharp sword eyebrows were slightly raised, showing a little curiosity.