Wu Zhiyuan saw a shadow that seemed to be real and illusory, the shadow seemed to be transparent, but it seemed to have a body, and the shadow was full of shadows, penetrating into the house from outside the wall.

The shadow touched the brass bell hanging on the wall, making a "jingling" sound. Wu Zhiyuan knew in his heart that if there were no grapefruit leaves or cow tears, it would be impossible to see the ghost with his Taoism, the little ghost was in this house at this time, he couldn't see the other party at all, but he could see such a phantom that was uncertain and uncertain, could this phantom not be a ghost?

With this in mind, Wu Zhiyuan stared at it again, only to see that the phantom was green all over, his face was pale, his movements were stiff, and he was crookedly walking towards the paper-tied virgin in front of the tribute table.

Wu Zhiyuan was shocked, and suddenly understood that the phantom turned out to be a paper boy who had been burned!

Paper people have spirituality, and Wu Zhiyuan still clearly remembers the pair of boys and girls placed in front of Sun Xiangu's coffin, and their eyes seem to be able to turn. To be exact, the paper man should be a spiritual creature and has no soul, but it is really unbelievable that this boy in front of him can find a virgin who belongs to him by relying on spirituality.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to be sure if the boy's phantom would pose a threat to him, and he didn't know if it would hinder his ability to ambush the little ghost, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to stay still and watch the boy's next move.

The boy walked with his limbs twisted like a puppet in a shadow puppet, and his posture was very strange, and he walked up to the virgin's paper piercing man, and stretched out a hand, as if pulling the hand of the virgin, and as if he was tugging at the other's sleeve, intending to wake him up from his slumber.

At this moment, the pair of boys and girls in front of him seemed to be lovers of two childhood sweethearts, Wu Zhiyuan only felt a warm warmth welling up in his heart, and he completely forgot the environment he was in.

At that moment, the flame of the candle lit in front of the offering table shook violently, and then the surrounding light began to dim and dim. Wu Zhiyuan saw that the candle flame was getting smaller and weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was almost about to be extinguished.

This house has no windows, and the wooden door is closed at this time, so it can be said that the wind is impervious, so it can never be the wind blowing the zhì, but how can the candle flame weaken for no reason? It's like being swallowed. Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly realized that the five elements of the little ghost belonged to fire during his lifetime, and he was raised as a fire candle ghost after his death, and the fire candle ghost fed on fire, presumably he was devouring the flame of the candle, so the candle flame gradually weakened.

Wu Zhiyuan had just figured it out, when suddenly a line of fire shot straight down from the candle and shot towards the phantom of the boy in front of the offering table.

That line of fire is somewhat similar to the Samadhi True Fire of the Maoshan Sect cast by Wu Zhiyuan, but it is thinner and redder than the Samadhi True Fire, but the speed is also faster than the Samadhi True Fire, and in the blink of an eye, it is close to the boy.

Maybe it was because he was defenseless, maybe he was not prepared, the boy phantom did not dodge, his whole body was suddenly surrounded by a sea of fire, he twisted his body and took a few steps back, as if to prevent the fire on his body from harming the paper virgin beside him.

The boy's body continued to twist, but he did not fall to the ground from beginning to end, and kept his standing posture, Wu Zhiyuan seemed to hear his screams of pain, and after only a moment, the boy stopped moving, his right hand was raised high, and his left hand was stretched forward, gradually turning into ashes in the firelight around him.

Wu Zhiyuan saw that the boy's outstretched left hand was pointing at the paper-tied virgin in front of the offering table, and his right hand was raised to the sky, perhaps revealing to the virgin the direction he was going.

The ashes of the Boy Phantom fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant, it did not belong to this world in the first place, so after its spirituality was extinguished, there would be nothing left.

Wu Zhiyuan half-squatted on the ground, holding the shirt with a gossip pattern in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp, it seems that he underestimated the power of that little ghost, if the line of fire just now was shooting at him, I am afraid that he has been burned beyond recognition by now.

Sure enough, what Wu Zhiyuan was worried about soon happened, the candle flame in front of the offering table weakened again, although Wu Zhiyuan couldn't see the little ghost at this time, but he could imagine the little ghost lying on the offering table devouring the candle flame, and his heart sank, secretly thinking that the little ghost was really going to spray the mouth full of candle flames.

Before Wu Zhiyuan's thoughts could be stabilized, a line of fire suddenly shot straight from the candle flame! Wu Zhiyuan screamed secretly in his heart, stretched his shirt with both hands, and covered it directly in front of him, trying to block the direct line of fire with the gossip runes on his clothes.

If it is a yin and evil fire, Wu Zhiyuan's trick will definitely work, but the fire line spewed out by the little ghost is a candle flame, and the gossip runes on his shirt will not have any effect. only heard the sound of "whew", the middle part of the jacket was instantly burned into a big hole, and then the flames spread, and the whole dress also burned, Wu Zhiyuan burned his hand, and hurriedly threw the burning jacket to the wall.

The little ghost is really not a good type, he can't hit it with a blow, so he repeats the trick, and before Wu Zhiyuan can take a breath, another line of fire shoots in the direction of Wu Zhiyuan.

Seeing that the line of fire was already close in front of him, there was no time to hesitate, Wu Zhiyuan grabbed a Dao talisman on the ground and sandwiched it between the two fingers of his right hand, put it in front of his eyes and silently recited the incantation, his right foot stomped on the ground violently, and at the same time, his right hand shook, and the Dao talisman burned instantly.

This series of actions was almost done in one go, and under the critical situation, Wu Zhiyuan didn't think much about it, it was completely subconscious, after all, he used the Samadhi True Fire the most times and was the most proficient.

The samadhi true fire that Wu Zhiyuan unleashed met in an instant with the fire line spit out by the little ghost, and collided into a fist-sized fireball in midair.

In terms of the duration, the samadhi true fire depends on the time when the Dao talisman burns, and the fire line spit out by the little ghost depends on the amount of candle flame he swallows in his mouth and belly, and the burning time of the Dao talisman is relatively short, so Wu Zhiyuan's samadhi true fire is at a disadvantage in this regard; But in terms of power, the true flame of samadhi is far from being comparable to the candle flame spit out by the imp. So in the blink of an eye, the momentum of the Samadhi True Fire overwhelmed the candle flame line of the little ghost, and soon, the fireball of the two fire lines collided moved towards the offering table, and with a "poof" sound, the candle on the offering table was knocked to the ground, and the fire line of the little ghost was suppressed, but the Dao talisman in Wu Zhiyuan's hand was also burned out at this time.

A sharp scream sounded around him, obviously the little ghost was completely angered by Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan was startled by the screams of the little ghost and let out a cold sweat, and while staring at the movement in front of the offering table, he bent down and picked up the wooden sword on the ground. The wooden sword was in his hand, and before he could straighten up, a porcelain doll placed on the table suddenly smashed towards him!

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes were quick, he turned his body to the side, and at the same time waved the wooden sword in his hand towards the porcelain doll, which happened to be hit, and with a "bang", the porcelain doll was split by the wooden sword, turning into a broken porcelain piece and falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, another porcelain doll attacked Wu Zhiyuan, and Wu Zhiyuan repeated his old tricks and once again chopped the porcelain doll into pieces.

That little ghost is not an easy person, Xu saw that Wu Zhiyuan smashed a porcelain doll with a sword effortlessly, so he threw three porcelain dolls at Wu Zhiyuan one after another.

Just listen to the three consecutive sounds of "whoosh", three porcelain dolls smashed towards Wu Zhiyuan from the left, middle and right directions, this time the speed is faster and the force is greater!

Looking at the three porcelain dolls flying in front of him, a mysterious smile flashed at the corner of Wu Zhiyuan's mouth.