Chapter 112: Blooming Flowers

The "waves" pushed my grandfather and me towards the middle of the willow forest.

"You're finally here. If you have the courage to open my willow knot, why don't you have the courage to come in? As soon as these words came out, the "wave" immediately receded. I struggled with my grandfather.

A beautiful figure with her back to us, she stands facing the moon, and we see her back like a paper cut in the shadow behind, and her figure can be seen from the edge of the "paper cut". If I played the time backwards, first through the red fox and then through the ghost prostitute, I would definitely associate this figure with the figure of the red fox, and maybe I would be tempted to walk up and put my hand on her shoulder.

"We are already familiar with your name, Master Ma Yue Yunma." The ghost prostitute said coldly, "And you little ghost." Your actions have caught the attention of many ghosts. ”

I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I was excited that I had a certain reputation among ghosts with my grandfather, and I was afraid that I didn't know if it was good or bad. Have they spread my and grandpa's names? Are they afraid of us, or do they hold grudges?

The moon shone on the willow trees with upright branches, but the shadows that fell on the ground were like fat chrysanthemums.

"Tonight, I will surely subdue you." Grandpa said. When I heard my grandfather say this, I immediately held my head high.

"Although many of you are scared to mention your name now, don't underestimate me." The ghost prostitute said. She turned to face us. She's naked! As she turned, I could clearly see that she was naked, but as she turned, her perfect figure was short-lived in the moonlight, and she hid in the shadows again.

"Can you untie my willow knot, can you untie my hair knot? Hahahaha...... "The ghost prostitute's sad laughter floated in the night sky, very gloomy. Her hair hung down to her waist.

She threw up her long hair, like a blooming flower in the moonlight. I watched in amazement as her hair grew longer, and when it reached a certain length, it sprouted new shoots and new branches like wicker. She became a willow tree, a willow tree with the moon as a background that could wave its own wicker!

"Be careful!" Grandpa shouted, pulling me away from the sudden attack.

Grandpa recited a spell aloud: "Evil spirits, evil spirits, and thieves are all gone." He who sees me is blind, and he who hears me is deaf. Those who dare to plot against me will suffer from it! ”

A burst of fire ignited from the end of the wicker on the witch's head, burning straight over her head.

The howl of the ghost prostitute in pain reverted to the image of a woman. But the long hair on the top of his head had burned out. The ghost prostitute touched the top of her head, gritted her teeth and said, "You dare to burn my hair!" How am I going to meet people from now on? ”

Grandpa snorted and said, "Didn't you use your beauty to deceive men's trust?" I'm just going to burn your false shell. ”

The ghost prostitute said, "If those men are not greedy for beauty, how can my beauty deceive them into believing it?" It's all their own doing! ”

Grandpa was speechless.

The ghost prostitute continued: "Look at Hong Dagang and Hong Chungeng, what has become of the incense? Your language is more fierce than the power of our demons. Why don't you go and destroy them? If you had already eliminated their rumors, I wouldn't have taken the opportunity to kill so many men. ”

Grandpa shouted angrily: "Don't quibble! The pain you have experienced, you have to impose on others. You have been a prostitute all your life, but you have not changed your nature after death. You were a prostitute during your lifetime, how many families were broken up, and you want to take revenge after you die, but when you kill a man, you hurt his innocent family, do you know? ”

"Say no more!" The ghost prostitute stopped painfully, "Don't say it, I don't want to know your truth, I'm going to take revenge on the people who once ravaged me." ”

"The people you killed were the same ...... you used to be with you Someone? Grandpa asked in surprise.

The ghost prostitute nodded: "I was ravaged by them in every way during my lifetime, and I fell ill and died. So I come one by one to take revenge on everyone who has ever ridden on me. I don't want to hurt you, you guys go, I don't blame you. ”

"You've killed so many people, now you can let it go." Grandpa said, "Some people are just impulsive, and you should give them a chance to make amends." ”

"If you don't leave yourself, don't blame me for being unkind." The ghost prostitute said coldly.

Suddenly, two hands reached out from under our feet, grabbing my and grandpa's feet, respectively. I struggled desperately.

Grandpa said calmly: "Liang Zai, let's go in the opposite direction, her two hands can't exceed the distance of her arms. After saying that, Grandpa recited the incantation and tried to walk into the distance.

I felt a powerful attraction in my grandfather that was about to pull me towards him. I knew that it was a spell cast by a demon prostitute, and her hands were only within arm's length, and she couldn't resist Grandpa's spell, so she tried to pull me towards Grandpa, so that the distance between me and Grandpa would not widen.

The soles of my feet began to slide. Grandpa gave me a look as he chanted the incantation. I quickly hugged a willow tree next to me, like grasping a life-saving straw in the rapids, and held on to it. The soles of the feet finally stopped moving.

Grandpa continued to walk into the distance, step by step, as difficult as walking in a swamp.

In the moonlight, the two hands of the ghost prostitute slowly opened, as if they had just gotten up from bed in the morning and were about to stretch. But this lazy waist looks so painful. The ghost prostitute howled heartbreakingly, "You're going to break my arm!" ”

I clung to the branches of the willow tree, my fingers digging into the bark. My feet were pulled up, and I was off the ground, and my body was hanging almost parallel to the ground.

Grandpa also walked more and more difficult, like an old buffalo plowing the field.

The hand on the foot finally used up the last bit of strength and suddenly let go. I fell to the ground, but my grandfather fell to the ground due to inertia.

Grandpa shouted to me, "Run!" ”

Ignoring the pain, I hurriedly got up and followed my grandfather out of the willow forest.

When the ghost prostitute saw this, she followed us. The ground began to ripple again. I didn't have a single foot to run, and I couldn't do it well. Sometimes my feet are empty, and I have difficulty controlling my balance, and sometimes I step too hard, and my feet are numb.

"Running on tiptoe!" Grandpa shouted.

I hurriedly stood on my tiptoes, although there was still one kick and no kick, but it was much better, and the speed was faster. The ghost prostitute was in hot pursuit.

The inside of my hands hurt so badly that if I were to hold the willow tree again, I would probably not be able to exert any strength. But I don't feel like I can support myself for long.

Just as I was thinking this, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and my right foot went limp, and I collapsed to the ground......