Chapter 502: Tiger Dao Tong
The uncle's voice was originally kind and heavy, at this time. Suddenly it became hoarse and unpleasant. Add to that sentence: "If the legs can be borrowed, why can't the eyes be borrowed?" β
I hurriedly shook my hand to push him away.
However, my uncle's hand grabbed me like an iron hoop. With a smile on his face, he said, "Young man, a good man will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the west." Give me your eyes. β
At this time, I saw that his eyelids were slowly opening, and inside was a gray eyeball. The eyeballs were slowly getting darker, and at the same time, my eyes were getting blurry.
I was appalled, "Is he borrowing my eyes?" β
I closed my eyes and pushed him hard with both hands. Loud scolding in his mouth.
Suddenly. It was as if my head had hit something, and my body jerked in pain. Suddenly, I felt quiet around me. What street lamps, what uncles, what borrowed eyes, all disappeared.
I tried to open my eyes and found myself on a broken bed. The candles on the table had long since been extinguished, and only the street lights outside came in through the doorway.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "Why did I have another nightmare?" β
I took out my phone and wanted to see the time. Wait until I turn my phone on. I found out that it was almost midnight now.
I quickly took out the big knife and looked around vigilantly. I was very scared in my heart, why hasn't Mr. Lu come yet?
I wanted to call Xue Qian, but at this time, a voice sounded in my ears: "Big brother, please come with me." The remnant immortal is waiting for you. β
I followed the sound and looked over, it was the Taoist boy. He stood in front of the bed with a nonchalant face, staring straight at me.
I lifted the broadsword, pointed one hand at him, and drank, "You get me out." Then, I dialed Xue Qian's mobile phone with my other hand.
No one answered the phone. I don't know what Xue Qian and Mr. Lu are doing, why they said they would come to me at night. But no one was gone.
Dao Tong took out a newspaper a little strangely, pointed to the obituary on it and said, "Big brother, don't you want the remnant immortal to help you transfer?" Why don't you come with me? β
I gave myself a kick to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I swallowed and foamed at the mouth and said, "I'm not going to leave." Go back yourself. Sue the remnant immortal, let him stop waiting for me. I don't want to transship anymore. β
Dao Tong pointed to the obituary and said, "The contract you and he only saw has been signed, and I can't regret it." β
I said angrily, "I just want to repent, what can you do?" β
After shouting this, I felt a sudden pride in my heart. In the past few days, I have seen so many fierce and vicious ghosts, no matter how dangerous they are, they have broken through, do you still have to be afraid of a Taoist boy?
The Dao boy was not frightened by my angry shout, he said lightly: "The contract has been signed, so you can't go back." If the eldest brother insists on not going, then I have to force you to go. β
I laughed in my heart: "What skills do you have to force me to go?" β
Dao Tong glanced at me, and suddenly looked up to the sky and howled. I saw his mouth grow wider and wider, and his body swayed with the screams, as if something was about to come out of it.
This appearance made me panic, and then, the boy's body collapsed inch by inch, as if it had been torn apart. Immediately after, he jumped out of his body and kept staring at the white tiger.
The tiger roared and pounced on me. The tiger is the king of beasts, majestic, and a loud shout has made people's hands and feet sore, coupled with the story of tigers eating people from childhood to adulthood, it has been rendered for so many years. I dare to say that the terrifying Cheng dΓΉ of this tiger is even more powerful than a ghost.
I had only one thought at the time: escape.
But the Tiger is too fast. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of me, and I didn't even have time to get out of bed. At the moment of life and death, my ferocity was also stimulated, and I rounded the big knife, used it as a mace, and smashed it hard.
I only heard a muffled sound, which made my arm numb, and the white tiger in front of me was annihilated in an instant.
There was silence inside, as if the scene had never happened.
I looked around warily, then pulled the candle out from under the table and lit it again.
At this time, I saw a paper figure in front of the bed, and the paper figure had eyebrows, which was clearly the image of the child. The boy was riding a white tiger and was looking ahead, as if he was about to come out of the painting at any moment.
The composition on this piece of paper is very similar to that of a New Year's painting. If I were to replace the Taoist boy with a child wearing a red belly pocket, and the tiger to a big carp, I would not hesitate to stick it on the wall.
But in this painting, the tiger is full of ferocity, and the child is full of evil. I looked at it twice and shuddered.
It seems that the child and the tiger just now have emerged from this painting. My big knife smashed on the painting, not only smashing the paper, but also cracking a crack in the floor tiles.
At this point, I felt someone sigh behind me. I jerked my spirit, jumped out of bed, and then swung my broadsword and struck back.
Behind me was an earthen wall, and the big knife smashed into the wall, only to fall a large piece of wall skin, and there was no one there.
I was looking around strangely, and I felt as if someone was pushing me. I didn't feel the force of this blow, but I couldn't help but run forward a few steps, and I was almost pushed to the door.
I was surprised: "What's going on?" I'm more than 100 pounds, why was I pushed so far at once? β
When I turned to look again, I saw another one of me lying limply on the ground, with my back against the broken bed, still holding the big knife in my hand. His eyes looked forward, wide open, and he looked dead.
I suddenly panicked: "Could it be that my corpse is over there, and I am a soul now?" β
Immediately afterwards, I saw a huge tiger head emerge from the earthen wall, and the tiger head changed from a pattern to a thick and colorful picture, and then the picture became more and more realistic, and then it became three-dimensional.
The tiger screamed and came out of the earthen wall, and in the low inside, it looked even more behemoth, and on the back of the tiger, there was the Taoist boy just now.
Dao Tong still had that indifferent expression, he looked at me and said, "Big brother, please come with me." β
Then my flesh was lost, and so was my sword. If there was only one Dao boy here, I might be able to compete with him, but with one more tiger, I'm afraid I won't be an opponent.
Dao Tong said lightly: "The king of Hades let you die in the third watch, who dares to keep you until dawn?" Big brother, the remnant immortal has no last resort, and you really died at midnight. β
I glanced at him, then turned and fled outside. Now that all places are not safe, I had better find Mr. Lu and Xue Qian.
But when I ran out, I was immediately dumbfounded, and I saw the gloomy clouds outside, and the thick fog drifting. I was standing on the street, with visibility less than 10 meters, and when I looked at the front, it was dark, and when I looked at the back, it was also dark. How similar is this scene to what I saw in my dreams? ββ
Suddenly, the sound of bamboo poles exploring the way sounded again. I saw a lot of dark shadows in the clouds, they came out of the clouds, slowly forming an encirclement, I saw them muttering towards me, and the words in their mouths were the same: "You can borrow your legs, why can't you use your eyes?" Legs can be borrowed, why can't eyes? β
I saw countless souls, men and women, all different. They closed their eyes and carried bamboo poles and came around me to borrow their eyes from me.
I cursed in my heart: "Reality is even more terrifying than dreams." β
At this time, the voice of the boy sounded again: "Come with me and go to see the remnant immortal." Otherwise, these wronged ghosts will not let you go. β
I looked at the ghost, and then at the Taotong. Those unjust ghosts seemed to be very afraid of the white tiger under his crotch, and kept wandering around, but they never dared to approach.
I said angrily to them, "There is no injustice and no hatred, why bother me? β
However, Dao Tong had already ridden the white tiger forward. As soon as the white tiger arrived, those unjust spirits rushed towards me. I sighed helplessly, so I could only speed up my pace and follow