Chapter 63: Death Match Descending Division IV

Three formations were set up in the single ward of Li Yulan and Ma Yufen, and Wang Shuo, Li Hongji and the old monk left with Ma Yufen's reluctant farewell.

Walking out of the hospital, the three of them took a taxi back to the hotel, and saw that the onlookers caused by Li Yulan had already returned to normal, and even the blood stains on the floor had been wiped clean.

The three of them didn't speak, walked into the hotel, first went back to a room they had booked before, rummaged through the whole room, and removed some hidden cameras, and then the three of them sat together.

"Brother Wang, you spit out the essence first, and I'll try to see if I can set up a formation for the entire hotel," as soon as the three of them sat down, they saw Li Hongji take out his props and say to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo shook his head, pointed to the camera on the ground and said, "Don't go, I guess people should already know what we think, and if we go out now, I'm afraid we will be attacked." You set up a few formations in the room first, I estimate that there will be an attack soon, let's catch him off guard first, and then rush to his room in one fell swoop before he can react. ”

Since the room they booked was also on the sixth floor, not far from room 6006, they planned to forcibly break into the room where the witch king was, and then try to take him down in one fell swoop before the other party could react, otherwise, they were worried that if the witch king found an opportunity to use his means, a large group of ghosts and a large group of living people who were controlled would appear to attack them, and the ghosts would be easy to do, and they could use all their means fearlessly, But in the face of the living, you have to be tied, and if you accidentally kill anyone, I'm afraid you will have to go to prison. (For the most important thing to do in advance, try not to write anything about that, you know, I really don't write about that...... )

Li Hongji nodded, picked up his props and worked in the house.

I saw that he first walked around the room with the yin and yang gossip in his hand, secretly calculated the direction, and then, picked up a long brush and wrote on the wall or floor, leaving runes composed of essence.

"Heaven and earth net array, hurry," Li Hongji quickly wrote the runes, and finally put his hands together and pinched a set of fingerprints, and snorted softly in the middle of the formation.

I only heard a buzzing sound, and I saw that the runes written with essence first emitted a burst of glittering golden light, and then slowly disappeared into the air.

"Whew," exhaled, Li Hongji raised the yin and yang gossip in his hand and walked around the room again, and after a while, he set up the Three Flames Demon Punishment Array again.

"How's it going?" Wang Shuo on the side asked without raising his head while wearing a Taoist robe.

"I still want to set up another sleepy god array, I'm afraid I won't have that time," Li Hongji replied while walking around again with the yin and yang gossip in his hand.

"Then there's no need," Wang Shuo put on the Dao crown, and under Li Hongji's puzzled gaze, he suddenly threw the money sword in his left hand into the air, and quickly pinched his fingerprints with his right hand and shouted: "The little evil also dares to run to your Dao Master to spread wild, see that I don't accept you." ”

But he had already sensed a ghost coming in through the wall.

The money sword stabbed forward with a whoosh under Wang Shuo's control. (Don't complain about swordsmanship, don't complain...... )

I don't know if the ghost was frightened by Wang Shuo's loud shout, or if he didn't expect that he would be discovered as soon as he came in.

"Whew," he howled in pain, and the ghost with the gray smoke from his chest raised his hands and pounced on Wang Shuo.

"It's good, hahaha," Wang Shuo didn't laugh when he saw this, raised the three-legged Xiaoding in his hand and threw it forward, pinched out his fingerprints with both hands, and silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and saw that one of the feet of the three-legged Xiaoding suddenly lit up with a faint light, and swallowed the oncoming ghost directly, and suppressed it.

"Heh," sneered, Li Hongji stretched out his hand to put away the props that might not be used next, raised his hand to hang the golden-colored bell on his belt, carried the yin and yang gossip in his left hand, and held the long brush in his right hand, and hummed with disdain in his mouth: "Just sent a ghost over?" It seems that either the witch king is very small, or he doesn't look down on us at all. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Shuo walked forward, reached out and picked up the three-legged Xiaoding in his hand, reached into his arms with his left hand and took out the small bronze bell, turned back to the old monk who had been sitting cross-legged and said: "Master, wait a minute, you have to give some strength, those ghosts will depend on you, but you don't have to worry, I will leave this bronze bell and copper tripod to you, and I can also share some pressure for you when the time comes." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name, stretched out his hand and stood up from the ground, heard Wang Shuo's words, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, stretched out his hand and took out two bowls and gestured at him and said, "No, you just need to knock down the Witch King." ”

"Isn't this the bowl I gave you before? Will it still work? Don't make any mistakes," Li Hongji reminded with some concern.

The old monk just smiled and shook his head, but he didn't say anything more.

At this moment, I only heard a sudden knock on the door, and a woman's voice came from outside the door, but because she spoke Chinese, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji didn't know what she was talking about, but although they didn't know what she said, they also knew that they were finally coming.

"Here," the two of them snorted at the same time, Li Hongji took a big breath, turned his head to look at the three formations he had just arranged, and said, "Don't forget that we still have a backhand." ”

"I hope I won't use this trick," Wang Shuo snorted angrily, turned his head to look at the old monk and said, "Master, let her in." ”

Nodding, the old monk replied in Chinese, and then reached out to open the door and let the young woman outside walk in.

"Capture," and at the same time let out a soft shout, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji took a big step forward together, and together they grabbed the young woman in the uniform of the hygienist, and one of them controlled one of her arms, raised his hand and slammed the back of her neck, knocking out the young woman who was about to shout loudly.

Relieved, Wang Shuo and the others put the young woman on the ground and reached out to take out her universal room card.

"Sure enough," at this time, he heard the old monk standing at the door snort softly.

"What's wrong?" With the room card in hand, Wang Shuo and the two came to the door, and saw the old monk reach out and take out a small purple and black jar on the sanitary car full of debris.

"This is the medicine used in the medicine," the old monk replied, opened the lid of the small jar, lowered his head and spat fiercely into it.

"What are you?" Wang Shuo and the others were very puzzled, even if you resented this thing, you shouldn't spit in it.

"Actually, what this evil thing is most afraid of filth, especially women's menstrual blood," the old monk explained, reaching out and putting the small jar back down.

Seeing the old monk's movements, Wang Shuo and the others couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

"Okay, let's go, let's go and seek justice," the old monk chuckled when he saw their appearance, and walked forward, leading them to the door of 6006, looking at the door with angry eyes, as if he could see the scene inside through the door.

(PS: By the way, how do I feel like I'm about to write a supernatural novel into a fantasy novel?) It doesn't matter, there are ghosts and monsters and other supernatural events, and it shouldn't matter if there is a little fantasy plot, otherwise, how can you fight demons with your bare hands? In other words, this collection has not been able to pass three hundred, last night I saw that it had reached more than two hundred and seventy, and today I looked at it again, and it fell to more than two hundred and fifty, but fortunately it was not two hundred and five...... )