From the reign of Liao Jingzong to today, it has been more than a thousand years, and the ghost I saw in front of me was wearing the unique leather armor of the Khitan warriors, and his body was floating in the air.

The longer the ghost dies, the deeper the resentment on the body, and the samurai who died more than a thousand years ago are not an exaggeration to say that they are extremely vicious demons today. I'm starting to regret that I shouldn't have used the conjuring to summon demons so impulsively, and that I should have prepared a little more beforehand.

Spiritualism generally uses three to four kinds of magic weapons, the effects are different, the general arrangement of the spiritualist altar, the front point two candles, regarded as the portal, the evil ghost sees these two candles are two lanterns hanging outside the door, and the candles seen are two gates. Then behind the candle there is a layer of the circle of declarations, and after the evil spirit enters the candle, it is like walking into a labyrinth that can never be exited, trapped in it.

The caster can then recite the scriptures, which are divided into two sections, the upper part is the conjuring scripture and the lower part is the scripture that temporarily awakens the ghost. Only after reciting the scriptures can the demon see the person who casts the spell and answer the questions normally.

But I didn't prepare that much, and this level of conjuring requires the blessing of great mana, and it is not something that ordinary people can use by drawing casually. Since it was not announced that the demon was trapped, there was no other way to do it.

The ghost of the Khitan warrior floated closer and closer, and suddenly stopped in front of the door, stared at me, opened its mouth and muttered for a long time, but I didn't hear half a word, only saw it open its mouth but didn't hear any sound. It didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and when it saw that I didn't react for a long time, it hurriedly gestured with its hand, and muttered for a while. Looking at the gesture, it seemed to let me follow it, but how could I believe the words of the ghosts, I put my hands behind my back, shook the bell, and never thought that the sound of the bell was together, and the Khitan warrior in front of me immediately held his head in pain and stepped back, and when he looked up at me again, his eyes suddenly changed!

If it is said that the eyes of this Khitan warrior were quite kind when they first met, but now they are completely different, and there is murderous intent in their eyes, as if they have added a bit of hatred.

I didn't expect such a change, and I immediately had a plan in my heart, I am afraid that this evil ghost just wanted to lead me somewhere, but as soon as I rang the bell, it showed malice, so it had murderous intent towards me, and immediately explained: "I have no malice, just to protect myself." ”

It's a pity that what I say, the ghost in front of me probably can't hear it, even if I hear that I speak Mandarin, it speaks Khitan, and the eight poles can't be beaten together, so I definitely don't understand the meaning of my words.

I just feel that the other party's hostility is getting bigger and bigger, and the killing intent towards me is getting stronger and stronger.

It seems that there is no choice but to make mistakes and catch the thousand-year-old ghost in front of you.

The first strike was stronger, and before the other person could react, I shook the bell again. As soon as the voice came, the eyes of the Khitan warrior on the opposite side immediately turned bloodshot, and then he opened his mouth and roared silently, and rushed towards me. I hurriedly stepped back and shook the bell a few times in a row, and the ghosts of the Khitan warriors became more and more unstable, and the killing intent seemed to gush out like water bursting from the embankment. At the moment of the stalemate, I put the bell in my pocket, and with a flip of my hand, the demon hunting crossbow behind my back fell on my hand. The arrow box blessed by Lei Fa pressed on the demon hunting crossbow, raised his hand and shot an arrow at the ghost in front of him, and the crossbow arrow penetrated the ghost's body and nailed to the ground and burst out of a thunder light, and the huge power to ward off evil made the Khitan warrior ghost suffer greatly. The body fell to the side, but when he opened his mouth, he screamed silently, his expression was painful and hideous, and his body trembled non-stop.

I wondered, it stands to reason that this ghost as long as it has something to do with the word "millennium" is not a good stubble, but why is this Khitan warrior in front of him obviously supposed to have a thousand years of cultivation, but he is so weak, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up after a thunderbolt? That doesn't make sense.

It can't be pretended, right? I guessed in my heart, but I didn't dare to come closer, the ghost lay on the ground, the arc of electricity beating back and forth on its body, and every thunderbolt could send a scorched black, and the ghost was so frustrated and full of pain that it finally made a gesture to me begging for mercy.

The ghost has more or less the same temperament and personality as when he was alive, and the Khitan warriors have always regarded death as home, and their sex is like fire, and they will not give in even if they are cut by a thousand knives. But the one in front of me is really different, although I know that ghosts are not very resistant to thunder and lightning and the like, but this is the first time I have seen such a fear.

Could it be that this ghost is different from the others?

Puzzled, I leaned in slowly, kicked away the bursting lightning, and the ghost lay on the ground as if dying, and hurriedly raised my hand in the face of the demon hunting crossbow in my hand, indicating that I was not hostile.

"Can you understand me?"

I opened my mouth to shout, but he stared at me blankly, obviously not understanding anything.

Sure enough, there is still a language barrier, so even if you control it, you can't ask a fart. The ghost leaning against the wall slowly stood up, always showing that it was not a threat. As if knowing that he couldn't communicate with me, he reached out and pointed to the passage behind him, then to himself, feeling as if I was asking me to follow him.

Following a demon? I must have gone mad, or wouldn't it have led me into a horde of demons? But now there is no other way out, and from here there is no other way down. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to believe it for a while, anyway, as long as I guaranteed my way out.

"Okay, let's go!"

I flicked the hunting crossbow, and it nodded at once, unsuspectingly leading the way with its back to me. I followed cautiously, this guy had no intention of running away, unexpectedly obediently, walked for about two to three hours, the speed gradually slowed down, the sound of water in front of me was louder, and I was already a little tired, after all, it had been nearly eight hours since I entered the passage, and I had been walking in this terrible darkness, and there was a demon in front of me, and normal people were afraid that they had collapsed.

It stopped suddenly, then motioned for me to be quiet, then pointed behind me, the sound of the water was so loud that I could clearly hear the crash of the rushing water, and the sound of "rumbling ......" was like the explosion of a terrible cannonball on the ground.

There is a large river ahead, and I can tell that the tonnage of this river is definitely not small.

The ghost of the Khitan warrior floated into the air, groped around the wall for a while, seemed to grasp something, and then turned again, and then the whole wall began to tremble, and a gap opened in the surface, and then opened to both sides. As the walls opened, the sound of water went up a notch, and my ears hurt.

I subconsciously turned my head to see that beyond the open wall was a gap, and it looked like a high platform, and from my perspective I could see a rushing river. The spirit of the Khitan warrior waved his hand at me and motioned for me to step out. Then I walked to the door, and I followed it, standing on a high place and looking down, this glance made my whole heart instantly lift!

I guessed correctly, from here it was indeed a terrible river, but what I didn't expect was that the scale of this river was so big and terrifying!

It was as if a magnificent water dragon was running wild in front of my eyes, and I couldn't even see the other side of the river at a glance, and the waves on the water could even jump up to six or seven meters in the air, the river was pitch black, but I could clearly see the traces of the waves flowing, as if countless tigers were roaring, giving me a feeling that I was instantly engulfed as long as I was in it.

And where we are now, about ten meters away from the river in a straight line, that is, the river is about ten meters below.

The Khitan warrior slowly walked up to me and pointed to the side of the riverbank, as if deliberately letting me see something. I walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at both sides of the river, this time to my surprise.

On the banks of the river, there is a dense gray shadow, which at first glance looks like a wall erected on the ground, but if you look closely, you will find that these are not walls but ghosts. There were so many ghosts in a row that I couldn't even count them for a while.

"How can there be so many ghosts waiting by this big river?"