It's all messed up now, and it's a bit of a plot in a third-rate novel. Could it be that the grievances of their previous generation would be so complicated? I've always thought that there must be an emotional drama in between.

When Yao Yao and I arrived at the hospital compound, we saw that the special care building where Zhang Lele stayed had been shrouded in black air. There was a star on the road just now, and now the sky over the hospital is cloudy. I don't know if it's a dark cloud or that black gas. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and occasionally blue light could be seen flashing on the fourth floor of the Intensive Care Building.

The Shade is here again. Zhang Lele can't die, and if she dies, Lu Jia will die. I ran two steps and jumped up as hard as I could. The fourth floor is only about ten meters away, so I shouldn't have any problems.

In mid-air, I felt that my calves were tight, and I was entangled by something. Then there was a feeling of overpower. I don't have to look down, I know that this is a good thing that Yao Yao did. In a hurry, I didn't care whether I would hurt her or not, so I rolled over in mid-air and reached out to grab her whip.

When I caught the whip, there was no tingling or tingling sensation. That's right, as long as I treat this whip as an ordinary object, I can touch it without being affected by the image of the magic weapon above. The shin that was wrapped around it, and the whip passed through my leg as if it were strangled into air.

In fact, mastering this layer of skills is really a one-size-fits-all way. Reaching out can catch the real thing, this is a good explanation. How to let the whip leak through on the calf is more troublesome. Think about it from another perspective, it's not that the whip is wrapping around me, it's that I'm touching the whip. I first let my calves admit that the whip was just a normal object, and then I could touch it as if it were my hands. Then the taboo on the whip will have no effect on me. Then I couldn't touch the real thing, and the whip went through my calf.

The change just now was too rapid and too unexpected, and Yao Yao was directly stunned and watched my calves disappear under the siege of her whip. As soon as I pulled my right hand, the whip was in my hand. I fell to the ground and looked at her with even a slight sneer.

"Don't stop me from saving Lu Jia, otherwise I will let your mother only go to the Netherworld to see you. ”

I deliberately said it so viciously, so that her psychological defense line would collapse in an instant.

Glancing at her, I turned around and rushed to the fourth floor.

As soon as I passed through the glass of the hospital room, I was hit by a bright light. It was only after I got used to the dizziness caused by blindness that I saw Ma Junwu in the room. At this moment, he no longer has the grace he used to have, his hair and clothes are messy, and his expression is extremely ugly.

The thing he was holding in his hand was strange, like a flag, a wooden pole more than a meter long, with a small pennant hanging in front of it. It's a bit like the thing in the sequel to "Journey to the West" in which Sun Wukong becomes the "always turning wind". It's just that the pole is a little longer.

Don't look at the flag, it is not big, but Ma Junwu waved it, but it stirred up the turbulence of the entire ward, and the sound was also deafening. But it seems that the sound can't penetrate this room. I was so unsteady that I was almost blown over. The black gas that lingered in the ward was stirred by the flag, and it dissipated into the air in an instant, turning into a thin layer. However, when the flag passed, the black gas would gather again, and it would look even darker than before.

Obviously, this time the black gas is a little thicker and more than the previous one. The condensed human form was more concrete, and from a good angle, I could see its eyes and nostrils.

The black qi was moving too fast, and Ma Junwu was a little sluggish in comparison. The flag in his hand was hoisted upward, as if it was being pulled by something. He just pointed to the black qi that was already maddened on the other side, and there were words in his mouth. I guess it's ready to amplify the move.

Sure enough, as the movement of Ma Junwu's mouth stopped, a circle of light blue light flashed around the flag, and little by little electric sparks danced next to the flag. I saw Ma Junwu wave his hand, and the flag rushed towards the black gas. It was a blue light that exploded in the center of the black gas. This is the blue flash I saw downstairs just now.

At this moment, the black gas seemed to have been blown out of its original form, and a lot of black ash fell to the ground. If you look closely, isn't it just the ashes left behind after burning the dark paper? It was supposed to be gray, but if it was stained with corpse oil, it would turn black and slimy.

Although this blow is powerful, it is not enough to completely disperse the black qi. The rest of the black qi was obviously enraged to the point of no return. The outline of the human head actually opened its mouth and let out a terrible howl.

As soon as the howling stopped, the black qi changed again, gathering into a line and passing through Ma Junwu's chest at a speed that I couldn't even see. By the time I could react, I saw dark spots on his chest. This time it seemed that Ma Junwu was not lightly injured, he was half-bent over, coughing vigorously, and his whole face turned into the color of pig liver. It was easy to cough up a mouthful of phlegm, and it fell to the ground black, red, black, and red.

It seems that Ma Junwu is not good. Isn't it quite powerful, how can you not even deal with this kind of black gas?

Taking advantage of Ma Junwu's recovery there, the black qi floated to Zhang Lele's bed again, condensed into a hand, and grabbed her face. This old man is unreliable, I was about to rush up to stop the black qi, but I found that the palm condensed by the black qi was bounced back more than a foot away from Zhang Lele.

When the palm of that hand tried again, I saw that there was a layer of protective film around Zhang Lele's body. Formless and substantial, black gas can't pass through. And every time it touches the "protective film", the "protective film" will produce an induction and emit a faint white light. This is completely different from the layer around Lu Jia's body. When I wanted to touch Lu Jia's face, my hand was blocked by an invisible force halfway. It's just blocked, but Zhang Lele's "protective film" is taboo for black gas, and it will be broken up as soon as it touches it.

The black gas was obviously unwilling to give up, but retracted into a line again and again, and hit the "protective film" desperately. Fortunately, there was nothing black to care about Lu Jia, and the two women lying on the hospital bed obviously didn't have any feelings about what was happening around them. Just when my heart was a little lowered, the black gas used its "indomitable" spirit to shrink Zhang Lele's "protective film". And every time it collides, the white light emitted by the "protective film" is getting weaker and weaker, and if you look closely, you can also find that the white light is not as pure as it used to be, and it seems to be mixed with a trace of black in the middle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I leaned forward and reached out to grab the black gas. One thing that is more convenient for me than Ma Junwu is that I don't need to use magic weapons to encounter black qi.

As soon as I touched the tail of the condensed black gas, I felt like I had touched a freshly used welding electrode on my hand. The feeling of being burned by the heat, except that there is no burnt taste. I can't care so much at this time, I hold the black qi in one hand, tie up the horse under my feet, and pull it back with all my might.

It felt like pulling a tight rubber band. The emotional black gas has stuck to the "protective film", I am pulling the black gas, but I am also pulling the "protective film". I don't know much about the efficacy and surname of this "protective film", so I'm afraid that I will tear that thing up, or tear it off, but I will do something bad with good intentions. So I can only relax my strength, pulling the black gas so that it will not get into the "protective film".

The burning sensation in my hand grew stronger, and by the time I was distracted, my whole hand had turned black and gray.

By the way, when I was dealing with the black gas in the middle of the night, I didn't dare to touch the scalpel when I saw it.

"Scalpel!" I shouted, "give me a scalpel!"

But this is not an operating room, where can there be a scalpel. When he took it, it was estimated that Zhang Lele had crossed the bridge and drank Meng Po soup.

"Mu Wu, hold on!"

Ma Junwu finally relented.

"I couldn't hold on anymore, my hand was about to break. "Because of the stalemate, I had the chance to think that if this hand was burned, I wouldn't be a disabled ghost.

It can be seen that Ma Junwu endured severe pain, he took the flag and turned it around his chest a few times like a golden hoop stick, and then threw it into the air. Then the flag flew in mid-air. Ma Junwu pinched his hands in the air and made a few gestures, and then began to chant some words. With his mantra, the flag began to spin in the air like a propeller. The faster the mantra is recited, the faster the flag will turn. It didn't take long to lose sight of the flagpole.

I felt a suction pull me toward the flag.

"What's going on?"

may be relied on by his usual surname, Ma Junwu stopped chanting the mantra, and the flag was still spinning at high speed in mid-air. Some sporadic black gas had been sucked into the whirlpool stirred up by the flag. If it weren't for the black gas that helped fix it on the "protective film", I guess I would have been caught up in it.

"Hold on a little longer!" Ma Junwu took out a bundle of rope as he spoke, shook it at me, and tied me firmly. The other end of the rope was tied to himself. I look at his stormy appearance, but it's actually safer to tie me to the leg of the bed. That rope is naturally also a magic weapon, and I don't need any reaction to get trapped.

Ma Junwu took care of me and took out a dagger from his waist. This dagger can't be compared with the one from Bai Qi, but there is no flash, and it looks like the comparison should be of that standard. He held up the dagger and slashed at the head of the black qi. The black qi was naturally afraid of the dagger, and the moment it touched it, it actually released the "protective film" and bounced towards me.

Ma Junwu didn't care about my safety, and when he returned his hand, he slashed at my arm.

"Let go!" shouted the dagger as it hit my arm.

Where did I think that there would be such a move, the black qi rushed at me, and I didn't react at all. The black gas was wrapped around my arm like a snake. Ma Junwu sharpened the dagger, but I lowered my hand to dodge.

Without the pull of the black gas, I flew towards the flag like a kite. Fortunately, there was a rope wrapped around it, otherwise it would not have been the black gas that would have been sucked in, but me.

I saw that Ma Junwu was not uncomfortable standing there, it should be that I was too light, or that flag had no effect on normal people. With one hand, I untied the rope wrapped around my body twice, almost an arm's length away from the whirlpool of flags.

"Mu Wu, what are you doing!" Ma Junwu didn't know what he meant when he saw me doing this.

What do I want to do, of course I want to send the black gas into that vortex. As soon as the black gas left my arm, it was naturally sucked in by the flag. It's bound to wrap around my arm. I'll just go out and put my arm into the whirlpool, and if I can't do it, I'll take my arm off.

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