Chapter Ninety-Seven, The Carnival of Water Ghosts.

"It's running water, let's go quickly." Lingzhi got up, put on his coat and was about to go out.

Lan Baiyi grabbed her wrist and whispered, "If you go up like this, they still won't trust you too much, wait." ”

Lingzhi pushed his hand down unhappily, frowned, a little incredulous, and a little relieved: "Believe it or not, it's a trivial matter, this is a life." She stood there and looked at Lan Bai, who was still sitting unhurried, and continued, "As long as I do it right and can save people, they will eventually believe me, if I take Qiao, I only wait for the last moment to come to the rescue, after a long time, no one is a fool." ”

Lan Bai gently put the tea cup on the table, looked at Lingzhi with a slight light, those eyes seemed to be looking at someone through her, and finally fell on Lingzhi, the corners of his mouth hooked a curvature, and said gently: "Okay." ”

Han Zijun didn't dare to interject for a while, he always felt that this blue and white looked a little different from the morning, and the momentum was a bit overwhelming.

The dark night of late autumn came early, only 5 o'clock, and the sun had already had a tendency to go home, and the sky was red.

Tomorrow's weather, it doesn't look very good.

The hotel booked by the three of them is not far from Liu's house, and it takes 5 minutes to reach Liu's house.

At this time, Liu's mother was standing at the door with tears in her eyes to greet them, and her face was a little sallow because she had not slept well for a long time.

"Dawei started biting his arm hard shortly after you left, and it was bleeding, and his father and I sealed his mouth, and he hit his head against the wall, obviously not yesterday, what's wrong." Mother Liu sobbed while introducing what happened to Lingzhi and Lan Bai.

"I had nothing to do with his dad, so I tied him up, thinking about taking him to the psychiatric department tomorrow to check, but as soon as we went to eat, we heard the sound of water in the yard, woo, when his dad rescued him, he also beat his dad, desperately sinking, you said, it's just a swimming pool, but just to the waist, he sank in it."

In the villa for a while, except for the sobbing sound of Liu's mother, there was only the sound from the sofa.

The huge living room was only dimly lit by a wall lamp, and the man on the sofa with his masked face revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, kept looking in the direction of Lingzhi.

Lingzhi saw that the thick black gas on his head had a headache, and he took out a yellow exorcism talisman from his pocket and pinched the trick in his hand.

Yellow rune paper rose from her hand and headed straight for the man on the couch.

The person on the sofa shook violently, and at the moment when the charm was pasted, Liu Dawei lay weakly on the sofa, and his red eyes returned to black.

Lingzhi looked at the water ghost scurrying in mid-air, and his forehead was bruised.

His fingers quickly pinched the trick, and he muttered in his mouth: 'Kill the demon and destroy the sect, and return to death and ascend to the immortal.' ’

A golden light shot directly from the sky at the frantically fleeing water ghost, and the water ghost directly turned into ashes, becoming a wisp of flying ash.

This spell is the Great Dipper Curse, if this water ghost doesn't do too many evil things, it won't turn to ashes directly, it seems that he is not a water ghost who is simply looking for a stand-in.

The first thing Liu Dawei saw on the sofa was Han Zijun, and he subconsciously shrank back, "What are you going to do?" ”

This one is very intriguing, Liu's mother saw that he could speak, and ran to the sofa excitedly, holding Liu Dawei in her arms, a good son.

Father Liu also came down from upstairs at this time, looking tired.

He said to Lingzhi a little apologetically: "I have offended a lot at noon, I am here to apologize to the master, master, don't care." ”

Lingzhi expressed her understanding, she glanced at the weak man in the quilt and said, "Where did you meet this thing?" ”

Liu Dawei's eye sockets were deep-set, his lips were bruised, he looked like he had been over-sucked, leaning on Liu's mother's arms and looking at Lingzhi suspiciously, he had just regained control of his body, and his mind was a little unclear.

Mother Liu reminded: "This is the master who just saved you, tell me where you met." ”

Seeing that he was still a little confused, Lingzhi continued: "I want to take a look at the students you saved there. ”

This time Liu Dawei didn't answer, Liu's father said with a heavy face: "The river in front of Nancheng Middle School, several children in Dawei's class were disobedient and swam in the river, the feet of the three children were entangled in aquatic weeds, and the remaining children were so frightened that they ran to find someone, just happened to meet Dawei, Dawei rescued the three children, but he was entangled by unknown things, or the people on the side rescued him, but the kind man suddenly had leg cramps and never came up again. ”

Father Liu suddenly raised his head, looked at Lingzhi with a frown, and said, "It won't be that..."

"No, he's a good person, and he won't pester others when he dies, don't think about it." Lingzhi interrupted Father Liu's next words, turned to Han Zijun and said, "You know the address, take us there." ”

Han Zijun perked up, and saluted like a treasure: "Yes." ”

Father Liu walked in front of Lingzhi in a few steps, with a respectful face: "Rest here for a night today, and go again tomorrow, it's getting late." ”

Lingzhi glanced at the Tiandao, which was already pitch black at this time: "It's not troublesome, Han Zijun booked a hotel." ”

Liu's father was a little embarrassed, took out his wallet from his pocket, and was about to take the card out.

Lingzhi stretched out his hand and pushed it back, glanced at Han Zijun, who was holding his head high, and replied politely: "Han Zijun has already given it, if there is nothing else, let's go first, there must have been many deaths by the riverside in the past few years."

Lingzhi glanced at the man on the sofa again, although the water ghost on his body was gone, but his body was still wrapped with black qi, and the effect of the exorcism charm on him was minimal, and the black qi on his body seemed to have been transferred here by something, not generated by himself.

She sighed, took out a piece of rune paper from her pocket, and bit the tip of her middle finger, dripping a bright red on the rune paper.

She folded the rune paper into a triangle and handed it to Liu's father and said: "This is for him to carry with him for three days, during which he can't touch the water, remember to remember, otherwise, in the future, it may not be such a trivial matter." ”

Father Liu carefully took the rune paper and thanked him, but his blue and white eyes deepened.

Sweeping the rune paper with the blood of the Ganoderma lucidum, his index finger moved slightly.

A warlock who was casting a spell not far away, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the formation, his body was frantically devoured, and in an instant, he became a human dry, and the man in front of him looked at him with deep eyes that shrank a little bit.

When Lingzhi came to the small river in front of Nancheng Middle School, it was almost 8 o'clock.

There are even classrooms with lights on in the school building.

The river is behind the school building, and the situation of the school building is clear.

In the dark, it was like a passage to the Netherworld, a green place, and the water ghosts were partying underwater, and they had no intention of leaving, but enjoyed it very much.