Chapter Thirty-Eight: I Am an Old Man
But Mo Wanyin didn't seem to see the fire in front of her, and still knocked on the door with a bloody hand, "May I ask anyone?
"She's back, she's back, she's back as a ghost!" suddenly there was a riot in the wilderness, and the ghosts of the previous shifting forms were running around like people who were really panicking.
"If no one responds, I'll assume that you agree!" Mo Wanyin took a deep breath, clenched her fists with her hands, turned her head to look at Si Qian, put her hand on the door again, pulled up the knocker, and shouted, "I'm going in!"
"Ahh
"I'm coming in!" Mo Wanyin pretended not to hear the ghost crying wolf howl in the house, and pushed the door in detail, but the door had already been sealed, and Mo Wanyin couldn't push it open at all, Mo Wanyin just asked her to do everything one by one.
Mo Wanyin's legs couldn't stop trembling, but fortunately, the wind was gusting between the ghost crying wolf, and everyone couldn't tell whether the pants were blown by the wind or shaken, Mo Wanyin bit her tongue, calmed down, exhaled, and knocked on the door again, "Why can't this door be opened, is there anyone in the end!"
"She's angry, she's angry, she's going to kill us!" The villa was already in a mess, thinking about it and seeing that the time was almost over, it was to use the aura to accumulate into a ball, and throw it far into the wilderness villa, those ghosts who were all soldiers were startled by the sudden thing, and rushed out of the door, and then those ghosts who were already out of proportion all ran together, and the ghosts from all walks of life rushed to escape, but Mo Wanyin, who was standing at the door, was startled, these ghosts were coming, fortunately, Siqian also counted this, and at the moment when the door was pushed open, he pulled Mo Wanyin back with a long whip, and blocked in front of Mo Wanyin, "Don't look!"
Mo Wanyin didn't know what was going on, because she was protected by Siqian for the first time, but the two bearded men who were hiding in the front before really experienced the grand occasion of a hundred ghosts crying together, and hundreds of ghosts rushed out of the villa, even though they couldn't really touch the two, but when the ghosts passed by the two people's bodies, the cold touch made the two of them shiver constantly.
This is not frightening, but when the screams of those ghosts pass through the body, the fear in their hearts is transmitted into their bodies, and the two empathize with the fear and cruelty of hundreds of ghosts, after a dozen ghosts pass, the two have gradually collapsed mentally, and by the time all the ghosts run out, those two people are already in a stupid state, only knowing how to giggle, or cry bitterly.
And the disciples of several sects who were hiding in the distance were secretly glad, but fortunately, when they saw Siqian hiding behind, they followed suit and did not fight for the front position.
Si Qian saw that those ghosts had run out, so he signaled that he wanted to follow him, blocking Mo Wanyin from the outside with aura, and he and Xiang Hou quickly entered the wilderness villa, Mo Wanyin had not yet reacted, although the shouts of those ghosts just now were just the sound of the whistling wind to the people around him, but Mo Wanyin, as a person from the Red Clothes Workshop, was really heard.
Mo Wanyin settled down and wanted to keep up with Siqian, but in front of him was the enchantment of Siqian, Lianxiang's body was already able to move, and hurriedly grabbed Mo Wanyin, "Let's go!"
"But!" Mo Wanyin still wanted to enter this villa with Si Qian, although he did what Si Qian told him just now, Mo Wanyin did feel as if he had really done those things here, but in the past ten years, Mo Wanyin had never been here, let alone been feared by so many ghosts.
"No, it's okay, didn't you say okay, we can't hold back, hurry up!" Lian Xiang didn't say a word, pulled Mo Wanyin and ran in the direction agreed before.
The two didn't run a few steps, but they found that the front was shrouded in a black fog, and the two hurriedly turned around, but found that there was also a black fog behind them, and the surroundings became silent, Mo Wanyin noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly released fireworks bombs into the sky.
But the black fog soon enveloped the space above their heads, and the fireworks bomb sank into the black mist, only exploded with a muffled sound, without making too much sound, and not even the light was revealed.
"Lianxiang, are we in the wrong place?" Mo Wanyin and Lianxiang were back to back, carefully observing the surroundings, and tentatively touched the black mist with the short sword, but as soon as the short sword came into contact with the black mist, it was immediately corroded, turned into a fishy smell of molten iron, and flowed to the ground.
"We're blocked by something!" The two carefully looked for the exit, but found that the black fog around them gradually approached the two, the black fog gradually narrowed the scope, and the two had to use the aura to surround their bodies, but after those black fogs touched the obstacles, they did not stop there, but became more irritable, and kept hitting the aura, trying to break the obstacles in front of them.
Si Qian and Xiang Hou, who rushed into the villa, quickly divided into two sides, looking for the outbreak point of the plague, but the two searched all over the villa, but they didn't find anything related to the plague.
Thinking around, in this mountain villa, except for the traces of those ghosts fleeing out, there is no sign of the entry of side objects at all, there is no trace of the plague here at all, although the source of the plague has been traced here, but no one has clearly said that it is in the wilderness villa, but there are people who always lead the target here.
"Oh no!
When Siqian ran out of the Wilderness Villa, those wandering ghosts had disappeared, but after the two of them left the door of the Wilderness Villa, the villa quickly became blurred, and the lights flashed again and again, and the souls that had fled in all directions just now had returned to their original places, and once again played the scenes that everyone had just seen.
When Si Qian went forward, he found several people lying on the ground convulsing on the side of the road, the symptoms of those people broke out more rapidly than those who had the plague, and their bodies were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they were not fatal, and one person reached out to Si Qian for help.
"Quick! save people first!" After thinking about it, he took out the medicine he was carrying, first gave it to a few people who were extremely injured, and then distributed it to those who could still move.
"What the hell have you encountered?"
"Black fog!" over there, black fog!" a slightly conscious person pointed not far away, "I see, I see Miss, Miss Miss......"
Before the man finished speaking, Si Qian had already run in that direction, and happened to see these black fog shrouded in front, even though Si Qian couldn't see the situation inside, but he still saw the things on the ground, which were still scattered aside, but the things that were close to the black fog had become powder or rotten thick water.
Si Qian tentatively moved forward, and saw that the black fog really looked like the source of the plague, so he attacked with aura, but the black mist seemed to have spiritual sense, dodging from time to time, and gradually narrowing the range, Si Qian was afraid that this black mist would hurt Mo Wanyin, so he stopped attacking and quietly observed the changes in the black mist.
"Boss, what should we do?" After distributing the medicine to the sick person, he also rushed over, standing behind Si Qian, looking at the black fog in front of him.
"I seem to have heard Si Qian's brother's voice!" The black mist continued to shrink, and the aura around Mo Wanyin and Lianxiang gradually became a little irresistible, and when the black mist dodged Siqian's attack, Mo Wanyin saw the situation outside through the thinning black mist, "Lianxiang, you hold on for a while!"
"I, poof!" Aixiang, who had been releasing aura, couldn't hold on, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Mo Wanyin held on to Lianxiang, who was about to fall, cut his hand again with a short sword, and put blood on top of the aura cover, originally wanting to strengthen the aura cover, but the black fog smelled the smell of Mo Wanyin's blood, but it was even more irritable, and the black fog that was about to stop the impact at the beginning of the period became more ferocious, and the aura cover would soon be unable to resist.
"Bump!" The aura shield finally couldn't hold on, and under the violent impact, it directly shattered into pieces.