Chapter 487: The Altar

The straight-line distance between us, just over a meter, and looking at him so close made me feel an indescribable sense of nervousness, and I subconsciously stepped back, but the thing fell down.

She had been like a big spider, twisting her neck out of an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees, but now she fell to the ground, still like a big spider with long black hair, she stared at me, moving forward in a very strange position, and a large pool of blood dragged out of the position behind her

I have to admit that the visual impact of this scene is very strong, but both I and the ghosts know that ghosts are ghosts, and there is no substance, and the scene in front of us is very likely to be many illusions produced after the mind is confused, and in reality, it is not necessarily real.

Thinking of this, I sniffed the blood stains on my hands again, followed by a slight step back, almost at the same time, there was a light sound of jingling bells in the room, and the three clear bells that were originally placed on the table had been picked up by the ghosts, Xiao Nizi vibrated the copper bells, making a very rhythmic sound, and the sound waves that spread out were like a basin of cold water that soaked me in it.

After a stirring spirit, I shook my head, and then looked at the blood stains and hair in the room, all of which had turned into black smoke and disappeared, and then looked at the edge of the guqin, and the woman in red was still sitting there with her body slumped, but her head had been turned

That face was still terrifying, and the appearance of no chin and bare paw was also extremely terrifying, of course, the most important thing was the wrinkled skin, the dark cheeks, and the round eyes that had no pupils.

Originally, I had a good impression of the long black shawl hair, but after seeing this thing, I immediately lost my appetite, and somehow, it seems, in the past few months, the female ghosts I have met are all wearing hair, one by one, as if they had been discussed in advance.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little annoyed, deep down, the good scene of holding Ding Ling and fooling around has all been ruined by these bad women! I don't have a chance, if I have the chance, I will shave them all bald, and when the time comes, I don't have to be so troubled!

Thinking to myself, I didn't stop in my hands, and I took out a round jar from the canvas bag I was putting aside, and I went to the kind of liquor that was filled with liquor, black glaze, and clay bottom, but the lid of the wine bottle was soft plastic, and the mouth of the bottle was also very narrow, so it was not so easy to find today, but it was very common for us to use.

Actually, I prefer to use a kettle, because the actual operation effect will be very good, but people who don't know how to watch movies are using jars, and when they see me carrying a kettle around, they will always feel that we are unprofessional, in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, we can only retreat to get such a thing out.

If the gossip umbrella is a device that can absorb those scattered souls, then this kind of container that can be sealed is the only choice to subdue a single ghost, but this kind of thing is not as easy as imagined, especially when the ghost to be subdued has considerable strength.

"Can you speak?" Rolling up my sleeves, I asked her calmly, and the thing was still there looking at me with its neck tilted, motionless.

"Okay, if you can understand, then I'll tell you, I'm here to send you on your way, people and ghosts have different paths, there's no point in you staying here any longer." As I spoke, I took off the sealing clay of the jar and put it in front of me, and then, with my right hand, I pinched the wrist of my left hand, and mobilized my true qi to draw a very grassy rune above the mouth of the altar.

The whole rune, done in one go, does not look as regular as it is drawn on yellow paper, and the last stroke, like Chinese calligraphy, pours down and points directly into the mouth of the altar.

Because the whole process was in an instant, the rune disappeared almost in a flash, and as soon as the rune in mid-air faded, I slammed the sword finger that had been clicked, and at the same time, the black jar shook violently, and the mouth of the black hole immediately showed a very faint light.

Since there was no light in the room, and the light from the candles was very limited, the light of the jar was immediately evident in the drawing-room, which was not dark but almost sparse.

A kick at the foot, then a pick, I took the jar in my hand and looked at it, surrounded by aura, there should be no problem, I was thinking about the female ghost who was sitting motionless in one fell swoop, but I didn't think about it, before I looked up at her, I heard a scream, followed by a red shadow brushed the ground and jumped in front of me!

At this moment, it was very sudden, and I was caught off guard, I hurriedly retreated, it was still too late, and before I could see the other party's approach, I was choked by the thing, and the ground was dark in front of me, and the jar in my hand almost fell to the ground, at this moment, the red light appeared, and the ghost had already waved the wooden sword in his hand and rushed over!

This little girl, although she has a considerable amount of cultivation, but obviously lacks understanding of swordsmanship, and in a hurry, she completely treats the wooden sword that has been opened as a stick, but even so, it still helps me a lot, and the other party is very jealous of the wooden sword, and it turns into a cloud of black smoke and scatters in all directions.

Seeing this, the ghost suddenly raised his sword finger and wanted to attack, but he didn't think about it, and in just a moment, the female ghost that dissipated quietly appeared behind the ghost, and with a cruel laugh, the steel hook-like claws had already grabbed the ghost's shoulder!

"Be careful!" As I spoke, I hurried to catch the ghost's wrist, and at the same time as I put it in my arms, a "flying sickle" came out, and it was a palm against the black mist!

The flames of "Burning Heaven" brought out a white fire, and the flames spread out as a crescent moon with the rapid rotation of the body, directly forcing the thing into a corner. But the other party was obviously much more difficult than I had imagined, and this time, although it scared the other party away, it did not subdue it, on the contrary, the thing, with its usual hideous taste, roared lowly, and that strange look made my head grow for a while.

I bent down and put the jar with weaker and weaker spiritual power on the ground, and then, kicked out a "three-talent fight" under my feet, and after a few steps, I stood still, pinched the trick with my left hand, pinched the trick with my right hand, and picked it up to my ears with both hands and then slammed it towards the mouth of the altar.

Inspired by spiritual power, the altar made a buzzing roar, seeing that the time was ripe, there was a shock under my feet, and the altar flew up, and at the same time I hurriedly rushed out, a roll over close to the opponent, holding the altar with my right hand, and pressing the mouth of the altar with my left hand and pointing outward!