"It's been a long time since I've invited General Hua, it's all up to you to kill demons this time."

With that, the mother moved and took the lead in attacking.

I saw that the cloth stick in her hand was like a spear, stabbing left and right, forcing the ghost baby to retreat.

Oh my!

It's not a dream, is it?

Is this heroic heroine in front of me still my weak mother who can't even get out of the door?

Faced with the scene in front of me, my mouth was open enough to fit a large egg.

And the originally arrogant and terrifying ghost baby, in front of his mother, is more like a weak baby, without the slightest power to parry.

I was shocked by my mother's unusually strong performance.

The ghost baby also didn't expect such a powerful character to suddenly appear next to me.

It tried to attack its mother again and again, but was beaten away by the cloth stick in her mother's hand.

The ghost baby finally understood that the woman in front of him was very terrifying.

Unfortunately, it was too late to understand.

The seemingly ordinary cloth stick in the mother's hand had already caused a lot of damage to it.

I'm also curious about that.

The ghost baby is the embodiment of the anger of a dead baby, and ordinary weapons cannot hurt it at all.

Unless it is an exclusive appliance similar to the Yin Yang Golden Scissor with its own exorcism and ghost suppression attributes, it can hurt the ghost baby.

However, I soon discovered something peculiar.

Through the innate yin and yang eyes, I saw that the dun cloth stick in my mother's hand also emitted a layer of white light.

It seemed that as long as they were shrouded in that white light, any ordinary person or instrument would become extremely powerful, so that the ghost baby had to avoid its edge.

The clock ticks by.

At this time, the ghost baby was constantly bubbling black gas up and down his body, and he looked very badly injured.

I don't know how long it will last.

However, on my mother's side, I also noticed that something was wrong.

Through the yin and yang eyes, I noticed that the white light attached to her body began to gradually dim, and her movements gradually became slow.

The mother seemed to be well aware of the changes in her body, and with a coquettish voice, she seized the time to launch the last wave of fierce attacks on the ghost baby.

However, the ghost baby, who was already scarred by his mother's attack, also had the idea of retreating.

A cold light flashed in the ghost baby's eyes, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

Worst!

It's the ghost baby's magic sound attack!

I didn't even have time to remind my mother when a high-pitched, piercing sound wave swept through the living room.

With this scream that almost tore my eardrums, I could hear all kinds of children's laughter, crying, and noise.

Countless voices mingled together, surging towards the depths of my mind like a flood, and my head was about to explode.

Boom!

The old doors and windows of the home were shattered by this sound wave and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost baby's figure flashed, and suddenly turned into a black shadow, ready to flee.

The mother tried to intercept it, but her body suddenly shook heavily and almost fell to the ground.

I saw a fine bead of sweat on her forehead, and there was not much white light left on her body.

The mother gritted her teeth, her eyes were resolute, and with the last of her strength she threw a charm out of her sleeve and said aloud:

"South away from the heavenly fire, turn into samadhi, refining!"

Rumble!

The spell drew an arc and shot the black shadow with unmistakable accuracy, instantly igniting a raging fire that enveloped it entirely.

Ahh

I only heard the terrible screams of the ghost baby from the burning black shadow, and in just a few seconds, it changed back to its original form, and its whole body was beating and rolling on the ground in pain with tongues of fire.

The ghost baby wailed, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but the fire was like maggots on tarsal bones, burning its skin and flesh, and finally turning into a piece of black charcoal, emitting a suffocating smell.

Looking at the charred corpse of the ghost baby, the mother finally let out a heavy breath.

Immediately, her legs weakened, and she sat down slowly against the wall, her chest rising and falling violently, her face became unusually pale, and her chapped lips turned slightly purple.

I hurriedly pounced on her to check on her.

The white light on my mother's body has completely disappeared, and her body is extremely weak, even more than before.

"Mom, hold on, I'll call an ambulance......"

When my mother heard my voice, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and smiled weakly at me, the voice so small that it was almost inaudible:

"It's okay, you're not hurt......"

Then she closed her eyes and passed out.

My mother was taken to the hospital overnight, and Uncle Ma also drove over as soon as possible.

Knowing that the ghost baby had reappeared, my mother was unconscious in order to save me, and Uncle Ma blamed himself.

He never expected that the ghost baby would take revenge on me so quickly.

Fortunately, my mother was so powerful that she slew him with a thunderbolt, otherwise I would have been doomed.

However, she also paid a considerable price.

Uncle Ma told me that my mother's trick to kill the ghost baby was a magic technique in the secret art of Maoshan.

This technique uses one's own body as a shell to summon gods to possess oneself, which can instantly enhance one's own power.

But at the same time, inviting the gods to the upper body also places a great physical and mental burden on the caster.

If you're not careful, it's devastating.

In her early years, her mother was also an expert in the art of divine fighting, and she was very handy in using it.

However, in recent years, due to physical reasons, it has been unable to perform.

However, this time, in order to save me, she forcibly cast this forbidden technique, which made the already weak body even worse.

I couldn't help but regret the cause and effect.

I knelt beside my mother's bedside, holding back tears, and scratching at my hair, trying to punish myself with pain.

"It's all my fault, I brought the ghost baby home, otherwise, my mother wouldn't have been hurt so much for me, I hurt her!"

Uncle Ma saw that my spirit was close to collapse, so without saying a word, he stepped forward and slapped me in the face twice.

My face suddenly swelled, and there was a burning pain on both sides.

"Little Wang Ba Calf, your mother is not dead yet, what are you howling!"

I was so blinded by the sudden slap that I didn't know what to do for a while.

After a while, Uncle Ma saw that my mood was finally calm, so he continued:

"Stinky boy, you have to cry here, why don't you do something practical, and think of a way to save your mother. At the moment, the medical technology of the hospital can only keep her body from continuing to deteriorate, but if she wants to be completely cured, she can only take pills. ”

"Now that the ghost baby has been killed by Fu Ling, you have no worries. In the past few days, I will be staring at the hospital to take care of your mother, and you have to do everything you can to find ghosts that can refine pills through your innate yin and yang eyes. As soon as you find out, notify me immediately, and don't do it. ”

Uncle Ma is right, the top priority is to hurry up to make alchemy and medicine and save his mother.

I wiped away my tears and stood up all at once, and hope was rekindled in my heart.

As I left the ward, I walked through the events of the last few days in my mind, and it always felt a little unreal.

But in the end, I convinced myself to take it all in stride.

The ghost baby is dead, and he can only find other alchemy targets.

However, in this vast city, where to start?

Thinking of this, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the dismemberment case that had happened recently.

The case has been determined to be a female ghost murder, and presumably at this time, the police station must be helpless.

In that case, it's my turn.