"What a complaining cry" Wicker shuddered, and then involuntarily moved behind Zhang Yi.

The three of them stood there silently, looking at the soul-attracting lamps circling over the lake, pricking up their ears to listen to the direction of the cry, and found that the sound seemed to be distant and near, sometimes as if it was shouting from among the reeds, and sometimes as if it was whispering in their ears.

"Poor Dao feels like there's something wrong!" Lao Dao began to look around, his brows furrowed, and some fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead like a trench-like wrinkle.

"You feel it?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Well, it stands to reason that there is no cultivation for this kind of ghost that is not yet dead, I should be able to see it at a glance, but now we only hear its voice and don't see its soul, which is even strange!"

"Unless ......." Lao Dao stopped halfway through his speech as if he was choking.

Wicker was a little impatient, and he shouted to the old man: "Don't eat half of the meal, don't half of the, say it all if you want to say it, and close your mouth if you don't say it." ”

Lao Dao didn't take care of the wicker, he didn't speak, but put down the peachwood sword in his hand and took out a red rope from his arms.

This red rope is made up of three thin strands of red rope tied together by braiding, with a copper coin at the top and end of the red rope.

"Soul Binding Rope" Lao Dao was silent after saying three words, as if waiting for Zhang Yi and Wicker to ask him what is the bundle of red rope and what is its purpose.

But Zhang Yi and Wicker just looked at it and didn't ask, which made Lao Dao feel a little disappointed, so he had to explain it to himself.

"This red rope is tied to the ghost, once we find him when we turn back, we can restrain him and re-press him into the body, but we don't see it now, we can also use the red rope to listen to the position and cast the net"

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he recited a string of incantations in his mouth, and casually threw the red rope above the reeds.

It seems that Lao Dao is not all a liar, at least this time his soul attraction lamp is real, it is real and useful, and his current soul binding rope seems to be really magical.

The bundle of red ropes rushed to the top of the reeds, the bottom of the soul-attracting lamp, with a ray of lightning that tore through the night sky like a bolt of lightning in the dark night.

"Smack!"

With a crunch sound, the bundle of red ropes echoed as if it were smashing against a wall, and the sound was particularly loud and crisp on the silent surface of the lake.

Before everyone could react to what was going on, a flame rose from the top of the red rope, and then this flame quickly turned into a fiery snake and struck at the old man's hand at the speed of the wind. This speed is extremely fast, so fast that the old way doesn't even react to look at it.

"Whew"

With the knife in his hand, Zhang Yi cut off the red rope in Lao Dao's hand at a very fast speed, and the red rope with flames immediately bent and lost its luster as if it had lost its vitality, and then fell into the lake to stir up a circle of ripples, and finally floated up a stream of green smoke.

Lao Dao finally reacted in fright, he patted his chest and said to Zhang Yi: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous!" The flame just now is definitely not a good stubble, if it burns to the old way, maybe the old way will be here tonight. ”

"Poor Dao owes you another life, I will pay you this brother," Lao Dao added.

Zhang Yi didn't pay attention to the old way, he just stared blankly at the soul-attracting lamp that was playing in a circle above the reeds.

The height of the soul-attracting lamp has never changed, the trajectory has never changed, and the cry with grievances has never changed.

"I feel like there's an enchantment here."

"Enchantment" wicker and Lao Dao spoke in unison, feeling novel about the word enchantment that Zhang Yi said.

For this era when fantasy novels and fantasy movies and television are all the rage, everyone knows the word "enchantment", but it only appears in the cultivation of immortals in fantasy novels, and no one sees it in the real world.

"If there is an enchantment or not, I'll find out if I try it"

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he immediately took out the bone knife from his arms and aimed the bone knife at the top of the reed.

At this moment, the bone knife seemed to have felt his sacred mission, he kept trembling, and a golden light appeared on the body of the knife.

"Whoosh"

The bone knife flew out of Zhang Yi's hand, and flew out from above with a yellow arc towards the reed.

When the bone knife reached the top of the reed, the bone knife stopped, but then the tip of the bone knife emitted a flash of light, and the fire flew in an instant, as if something was blocking it.

"There is really an enchantment, it resists the bone knife" Lao Dao was very anxious, and he immediately took out a yellow talisman from his arms, and after reciting the spell, he hit the reed from above.

But the yellow talisman flew as if it had reached the periphery of the crater, and before it reached the volcano, it was ignited by the scorching flames emitted by the volcano, and then fell silently into the lake with a ball of firelight, turning into a pile of wreckage.

"Yikes!"

Zhang Yi shouted, he jumped from the lake to the reed three meters away, and grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands.

This move made Lao Dao and Wicker startled, this distance, this height, if you go to be an athlete, it will definitely not be a problem to win a gold medal.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Wicker's mind, and he suddenly felt that this hair seemed a little strange, but he felt that this was normal, this was really very contradictory, how could there be such a mess of opposing thoughts, maybe it was too nervous.

Zhang Yi grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and the whole person hung in mid-air.

In the darkness, the soul-attracting lamp hovered and swirled above him, and he stabbed forward with both hands on the hilt, the tip of the knife making a piercing sound, and the scattered sparks became more and more dazzling.

"Click...... Rub"

Suddenly, with a loud bang, a dazzling light came out of the sky, and this light illuminated the lake like a day, and everyone could not open their eyes.

Zhang Yi instinctively closed his eyes, and then found that his body fell violently and fell into the reed.

Wicker and Lao Dao were stimulated by the strong light, and instinctively blocked their arms in front of them, and when the strong light passed, they took away their hands and looked at the reeds from above, and they couldn't help but shiver all over.

Zhang Yi was no longer in the air, but there was an additional figure, and by the light of the soul-attracting lamp, he saw this person, who should not be said to be a person, but a ghost.

The ghost floated in the air, his head drooping, his hands and feet drooping naturally, there were no shoes on his feet, and water was constantly falling down all over his body.

The ghost is like a kite with a string being pulled, and he keeps floating in circles, making repeating tracks, like the soul-attracting lamp above his head.

The miserable and complaining voice came from his mouth, the barrier had been broken, but he didn't react, just like he couldn't see Zhou Wei. Or maybe he really can't see.

"Brother Yi, Brother Yi, where are you ......."

At this time, Wicker remembered that Zhang Yi was gone, and he took out his flashlight and kept shining it at the reeds, shouting constantly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine"

A sound came from the reeds, and then a figure jumped out of the reeds, and everyone looked at it, this person was Zhang Yi.

"Alright, we've finally found him, we'll have time." Zhang Yi looked at Lao Dao as he spoke, he didn't know how to return his soul to his place, but Lao Dao should know.

Lao Dao didn't move, his eyes looked at the Fang Yi ghost floating in the air according to a certain trajectory without blinking, and then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the ghost, and said in a frightened tone: "What is that?" ”