Chapter 121: The Yang Fire Does Not Shine on the Netherworld

The light in the room was very dark, and Leng Qi could only lightly approach Zhao Zhongwei's bed according to the layout of the room in his mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The entire room was quiet, and only the sound of Fang Xia eating and Leng Qi's breathing was trying his best to control it.

Leng Qi didn't know what the situation was in the room at this time, and when he felt his toes touching the hard bed legs, Leng Qi stood up, and Zhao Zhongwei on the bed suddenly let out a moan, like the sound of a sleeping person being woken up.

I can't wait any longer, I didn't have time to sweat in the cold sweat on my face, and Leng Qi's voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Hurt people in vain, seriously injure my teacher, Xiao Daoye, look at what you are!" ”

Leng Qi turned his hand and grabbed the Tianbao Great Cave Seal, and he didn't care if he saw it or not, he just rushed forward to cover it.

Leng Qi didn't know if he had something in the dark place, but the next moment it was the coldness that invaded the bone marrow, the yin qi! The extremely heavy yin qi made Leng Qi feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar. Without any extra movements, Leng Qi clenched his fists and took a step back.

Fang Xia's chirping stopped abruptly, Fang Xia couldn't hold back any longer, and said in a trembling voice: "What...... Why is it so cold! ”

"Hey, hey......" A sneer suddenly sounded. Leng Qi's scalp was numb and exploded.

"Fang Xia, you go out first!" Leng Qi calmed down, and said in a deep voice to the figure of Fang Xia sitting by the window.

Fang Xia seemed to be confused, and when he heard Leng Qi's words, he didn't hesitate, he stood up and was about to go out. The things in the house did not have any movement from Fang Xia, which made Leng Qi secretly relieved.

After a short silence, Fang Xia's shocked voice sounded in the dark room: "Cold...... Brother Leng, I can't find the door! ”

Hearing that Fang Xia's tone was a little anxious, Leng Qi said softly: "Touch it along the root of the wall, you should be able to know a general place by feeling!" ”

After a fumbling sound, Fang Xia's voice changed his tone: "No...... I touched it, no...... And ......"

When he said that, Fang Xia was already faintly crying.

"Cold ...... The Leng Seven Brothers...... I...... I touched a pair of hands......"

Fang Xia's words made Leng Qi's heart frightened, and he said urgently: "What about the lighter, take a picture!" Don't worry about anything when you see the door, just run out! ”

Fang Xia hummed heavily, then there was the sound of the lighter gears rubbing, and after a burst of sparks, a fire head lit up.

Through the faint light, Leng Qi's eyeholes shrank suddenly, and a deformed face was facing him.

In such a situation, no matter how bold anyone is, it is impossible to be indifferent, because of the panic, and I don't know what to trip under my feet, Leng Qi, who retreated to the window, subconsciously held on to the small square table by the window to stabilize his body.

When he came back to his senses, Leng Qi gushed out a chill again, and the face was still facing him, Leng Qi saw that it was Zhao Zhongwei, but the death in Zhao Zhongwei's eyes told Leng Qi that the owner of this face was dead, just a corpse without a soul.

"The Seven Brothers Leng...... Help me......"

Hearing Fang Xia's shout, Leng Qi didn't care what was strange about Zhao Zhongwei in front of him, and swung his fist at that face, but it was like hitting a ball of rubber, making a strange friction sound, but that face didn't move at all.

The corner of his eye swept towards Fang Xia's figure, Leng Qi saw Fang Xia's face that had become extremely pale because of fright, Leng Qi didn't see the hands that Fang Xia said, because when the firelight hit the sides of Fang Xia's body, it was inexplicably as if it had been swallowed, and it was dark.

It's just vaguely, Leng Qi can see that there is a wall behind Fang Xia, where is there a door.

"Ghost hits the wall!" Leng Qi subconsciously jumped out of these three words in his mind, but he was denied by Leng Qi in the next second. This is because ghost wall strikes usually only occur in the wild or in deserted graveyards, and in some open areas. People are affected by some aura and are trapped in circles in circles.

This ward is boxy, and the furnishings inside are even simpler, and there will be no ghost hitting the wall. Moreover, if the ghost hits the wall, Leng Qi will not be so nervous, generally speaking, when encountering a ghost hitting the wall, you only need to calm down and identify the reference, it is easy to get out, and the easiest and most trouble-free way is to sleep on the spot, and wake up and everything will naturally return to the original state. Of course, this method is only suitable for the kind of stupid and bold people.

Zhao Zhongwei's deformed face, lifeless eyes, and a hint of mockery flashed. Leng Qi scolded: "Damn, I am alive, I want to scare the Dao Master when I die!" ”

After that, Leng Qi bit his middle finger, and the oozing blood beads were smeared on the Tianbao Great Hole Seal in his other hand, and a handful of them were placed on Zhao Zhongwei's forehead. A hint of struggle flashed on Zhao Zhongwei's face, and he took this opportunity to rush towards Fang Xia violently.

Rushed to Fang Xia in a few steps, took out a yellow paper talisman, and the yellow paper swept over Fang Xia's still burning lighter and hit the front.

"Boom!" The yellow paper burned, hit something for some reason, turned into a pale green ball of fire, and then disappeared.

This is only because Leng Qi remembered that there was a sentence in a book about the two worlds of Maoshan that Liu Yuanqing asked him to read when he was a child: "The underworld has its own underworld fire, and the yang fire does not shine on the underworld!" ”

The gist of it was that the fire light in the yang world could not illuminate the things in the netherworld, and the fire light in Fang Xia's hand could not illuminate his side, there was only one possibility, that is, the yin qi on the body of the thing in the darkness was too heavy, so heavy that it was close to the netherworld. The light of the fire on him had no effect.

And Leng Qi's talisman is the lowest one, and it can be regarded as the imitation of ghost fire in Taoist magic.

Sure enough, the fire exploded, and Leng Qi saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A figure dressed like an ancient official uniform met Leng Qi's eyes, and Fang Xia's hand was being grasped by a fluffy hand covered with green hair. Leng Qi wanted to see the figure's face clearly, but unexpectedly he only saw a cloud of black gas like ink.

The figure seemed to be a little taken aback by Leng Qi's unprepared methods, and let out a chuckle again.

The cold tide in the room faded like a tide, and two yellow clouds of light suddenly lit up above, Leng Qi heard someone shouting: "Don't panic, it's just that there is something wrong with the circuit, it's okay right away!" ”

As soon as the words fell, there were two sudden flashes in the room, and the sudden light pierced Leng Qi's eyes, and it took a moment to react, a call!

The situation in the house didn't seem to have changed, but Fang Xia was sweating profusely, his face was like white paper, and he was squatting on the ground.

The figure of the green robe has long been gone, and the two wine glasses by the window and the packet of braised vegetables bought are still quietly placed on the table.

Leng Qi rushed to the side of the bed, Zhao Zhongwei's eyes on the bed were round, and his extremely distorted face looked like the Guangdong businessman in the Fang family's house. A large red mark on his forehead had not yet dried.

Zhao Zhongwei is still dead, quietly under Leng Qi's nose.

The door of the ward opened, and a nurse walked in, and was about to speak, but saw Leng Qi's eyes so heavy that he could wring out water.

Leng Qi walked to the side of the bed silently, grabbed the wine glass on the table and looked at it for a while, and suddenly smashed it on the ground.