Chapter 192

And all this is not Zhao Fusheng's hallucination.

She subconsciously turned around, only to see that her shadow seemed to be separated from her the moment she entered the temple.

A black shadow remained outside the temple gate, and in the darkness, there was a cold gaze staring at her back, and then under the light of the ghost lamp, it dispersed unwillingly.

This should be what Liu Yizhen once mentioned, his innate ability.

Zhao Fusheng was secretly worried in his heart.

At the same time, Kuai Manzhou, who was pulling Zhao Fusheng, reacted.

Almost the moment she entered the Confucius Temple, she grabbed Zhao Fusheng's hand hard.

The place where the little girl walked began to leave a faint black gas, and where the black gas was, ghosts were frequent.

There is malice to emerge from the ghostly aura, as if it is about to blossom and bear fruit.

"Don't get out of control."

Zhao Fusheng held Kuai Manzhou's hand and said to her calmly:

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Liu Yizhen turned his head and glanced at the two of them.

He doesn't feel like a living person at this point.

Although Liu Yizhen said that he was not a ghost master, his expression was stiff, his face was weird, and he did not look at people with half a point of warmth in his eyes, and when he was stared at, he put great pressure on the 'ghost'.

Zhao Fusheng has a feeling that walking beside him is not a living person, but a real ghost - this ghost is different from ordinary ghosts, 'he' has thinking, memory, and the ability to communicate.

She suppressed the strangeness in her heart and said to Liu Yizhen:

"Man Zhou is young and can't control his ability."

Liu Yizhen glanced at Zhao Fusheng deeply, did not speak, just nodded.

In fact, he was not surprised by Kuai Manzhou's reaction in his heart.

Compared with Kuai Manzhou's out-of-control performance, Zhao Fusheng is obviously abnormal.

No ghost tamper can control the ghost and still be unaffected by the ghost, especially if she controls two ghost things, but at this time she seems to be fine.

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he didn't look at him again, but said to Kuai Manzhou:

"After we control the ghosts, you must learn to control the power of the ghosts, instead of being affected by the ghosts."

It's easy to say, but how easy is it to do?

But in the next moment, Kuai Manzhou nodded.

She didn't know how to control the ghost's abilities yet, but she cautiously stepped on her feet.

When she took a few steps further, Liu Yizhen found that the wanton ghost aura on her body was gone.

The black shadow under the little girl's feet disappeared, and the malice that brought him pressure was also restrained by her.

This discovery surprised Liu Yizhen.

What kind of ability does Zhao Fusheng have to make this girl who has controlled a disaster-level ghost really collect the breath of a powerful ghost in an instant?

If it weren't for the fact that the three of them were surrounded by powerful ghosts, and Liu Yizhen was in a special situation, he really couldn't help but want to ask what was going on.

……

Zhao Fusheng had stood in the Confucius Temple and went to the temple to take a look.

Looking inside from the outside of the temple, the temple is deep, like a bottomless abyss.

But the feeling after entering the temple is different from the feeling outside.

It is surrounded by ghosts, and the sound of the wind outside, the dew of the night, and the fireworks of the world are all isolated here.

What haunts the temple is endless darkness and silence, as well as malice full of resentment, and a chilling feeling of forest.

It is difficult for people to live in such an environment for many years without being affected by the atmosphere here.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng turned his head to look at the strange Liu Yizhen, thinking of all the things he had done since he met him, and he had a deeper understanding of the young man in front of him.

At the end of the temple is a shrine where the corpses of ghosts who ask for food are enshrined.

After this powerful ghost was decomposed by Zhao Fusheng, he fell into a short sleep, and coupled with the restraint of Liu Yizhen's special strength, he has been relatively stable.

But as Zhao Fusheng stepped into the temple, there was a rapid change in the shrine.

The half-rotten ghost arm hidden in Zhao Fusheng's cuffs also moved his fingers, as if he couldn't wait to piece it together with the ghost corpse.

On the shrine, the red curtains that hung on both sides suddenly snapped and broke.

The red cloth, stained with dust and unknown black-brown dirt, hung down and barricaded the shrine, keeping the armless corpse inside the shrine.

The Confucius Temple is extremely quiet.

But the curtain shook gently as if it were blown by the wind.

The red cloth swept against the shrine and made a 'Sisuo' sound.

Liu Yizhen raised his head and looked at the shrine, his expression becoming more and more calm.

His complexion was darker at this time, his eyes were dark, and the aura emanating from his body was even stronger, causing the ghost arm that was still restless before to be suppressed again and lose its movement.

The fluttering red cloth gradually calmed down and hung down quietly, blocking the shrine.

The three of them were silent for a moment in front of the shrine.

Then Liu Yizhen broke the silence.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! ’

Liu Yizhen stepped forward with heavy steps, raised his arm, and suddenly brushed the red cloth.

The blood-stained curtain was lifted, and the shrine was empty!

But a malice was hidden in the shrine, as if in the clearing, there was an invisible existence that spied coldly on the three of them.

The wind blows in the Confucius Temple.

The ghost arm in Zhao Fusheng's cuffs began to beat uneasily again.

Liu Yizhen's expression changed, his lips were pursed, and his whole face looked even colder in the dark environment.

He turned his head slowly and gestured to Zhao Fusheng with an expressionless face.

Zhao Fusheng knew that the time had come, and took out the ghost arm.

At this moment, the strings in her heart tightened.

Although she was already prepared when she made the decision to put together a ghost for food, now that she has mastered the door god, and has 5324 merits in hand, and Kuai Manzhou is by her side, even if there is an accident, there is a way to clean up the aftermath.

But dealing with ghosts is always accompanied by risks and opportunities, and if you are not careful, your life will be gone.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually became calm.

Ghost arms slipped out of her cuffs, and she stared up at the mid-air shrine.

The red cloth that was picked up by Liu Yizhen began to shake slightly, and in the darkness, a strong smell of blood flashed out of thin air, mixed with a touch of malice.

There seemed to be a dark shadow shaking inside the empty shrine.

Kuai Manzhou held Zhao Fusheng with one hand, and was not affected by the appearance of the ghost, but turned his head left and right curiously-the grade of the ghost was too low to pose a threat to her, but in addition to Liu Yizhen, there were two other breaths here, which faintly made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The smell of blood in the Confucius Temple is getting heavier and heavier.

'Tick! ’

'Tick! ’

Suddenly there was a strange sound of water droplets from nowhere, but the water droplets seemed to be extraordinarily thick, and it took a long time to gather, and it took a few breaths before dripping, with a hint of sticky and fishy sweet taste.

In addition to this, a large amount of blood stains began to appear above the originally pitch-black shrine.

Countless messy scratches appeared on the stone wall, as if ancient marks had reappeared, as if there had been a bloody 'man' climbing up to the shrine.

Underneath the base of the shrine, stained blood began to appear.

And under the gaze of the three people, it flowed down the bottom of the shrine.

The thick blood qi came from here, and the moment the blood appeared, the form of the ghost reappeared in the darkness, twisting in a strange form, and holding a shriveled human skin lantern in his hand.

The lantern was stained with brown blood, and the light inside had long since been extinguished.

The other arm of the rice ghost was broken at the root, and the black gas inside was surging.

As soon as it appeared, the blood at the bottom of the shrine flowed much faster.

In an instant, the originally thick blood flowed down the shrine like a crumbling embankment, 'snapped' and fell on the table, and then meandered to the edge of the table, dripping to the ground.

As soon as the blood hit the ground, the speed of the forward march accelerated, and it flowed in front of Zhao Fusheng's heel in an instant.

At the same time, the figure of the severed-arm ghost carrying the extinguished ghost lamp above the shrine disappeared.

In the dirty blood, the black shadow flickered, and the evil ghost instantly appeared, grabbing the ghost hand that was tightly held in Zhao Fusheng's hand.

'Bang! ’

Liu Yizhen lifted his right foot and fell hard!

When he stomped his foot, there was a sound in the Confucius Temple.

The entire interior of the temple shook violently.

I don't know if it's because of the appearance of the ghost that makes the aura here, or because the light is dim, people are too nervous and their eyes are hallucinating, as if Liu Yizhen stomped under his feet, and the dust and smoke under the ground flew up, forming a haze, suppressing the blood stains rolling underground!

Once the blood stain was contained, the corpse that was going to eat the ghost arm froze for a moment.

Its ghost body resembles an old rusty piece of iron, no longer flexible.

But while Liu Yizhen's kick restrained the ghosts, he was also attacked by the ghosts.

His body was originally dark gold, and the surface of his body was smooth, as if coated with a copper film.

But with the power of the ghost, his face was smooth as if a crack had opened.

The crack began on his forehead and tore along his eyebrows, cutting the bridge of his nose and then down to the left and towards his left cheek.

"Lead it out of the Confucius Temple and piece it together in the Yaofan Hutong."

Liu Yizhen said coldly.

His voice was very strange at this time, a little hoarse, without half of the emotional ups and downs, giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.

There are also two big ghosts in the temple who happen to reach a state of equilibrium, and after the ghost recovers here, Liu Yizhen is worried about the accident in the Confucius Temple, so he wants Zhao Fusheng to lure the ghosts away.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"You're going to stay here."

Liu Yizhen's eyes were cold, and he bowed slightly.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Kuai Manzhou:

"Man Zhou, you control the ghost for me and let it go slowly."

After speaking, she looked at Kuai Manzhou.

The little girl tilted her head, and she didn't know if she understood.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say much to her anymore, but raised his ghost arm and turned around to walk towards the gate of Confucius Temple.

The remnants of the ghost are close at hand, and the ghost arm and the ghost body are attracted to each other.

There was a strong pulling force between the two, and Zhao Fusheng didn't dare to use the power of the powerful ghost, so he could only rely on his own strength to compete with the powerful ghost.

As soon as the rice ghost saw that the ghost arm was about to leave, he immediately wanted to catch up.

But as soon as its ghost body moved, suddenly there was a 'knock' sound from its vest.

Invisibly, someone knocked on the ghost's back.

The ghost is unconscious, and he knows no fear.

However, as soon as the knocking sound sounded, a large number of black lines as thin as silk hair suddenly appeared on its limbs and torso.

The sweet and strange scent of flowers overwhelmed the rich smell of blood, and the corpse that should have turned into an invisible ghost seemed to be trapped by these black lines, and could no longer switch between the visible and the invisible.

The blue and white ghost corpses were covered with black threads.

The other end of the black line was held in Kuai Manzhou's hand, and the hideous and terrifying ghost was like a marionette.

The little girl let go of her hand slightly, and the ghost stumbled forward;

And as soon as her thin little hands clenched into fists, the corpse of the ghost creature froze in place, like a zombie, motionless.

Zhao Fusheng walked forward with a ghost arm, and Kuai Manzhou controlled the ghost to follow behind.

The powerful ghost who once caused countless bloody and terrifying murders in the Confucius Temple Alley is like a doll in the hands of this big and small person at this time.

Liu Yizhen stood in the Confucius Temple, watching Zhao Fusheng holding the ghost arm, as if holding a bait, luring the ghost out of the Confucius Temple.

The two of them sandwiched the ghost bag in the middle, and under the ghost lamp, the three figures quickly disappeared from the front of the gate.

Since the last ghost case, the alley has been deserted during the day, let alone at night.

At this time, the surrounding buildings are vacant, and there should be no living mouth within a radius of several miles.

The layout of the alley came to Zhao Fusheng's mind, and she did not hesitate to choose an inaccessible direction.

The rice ghost followed with countless shackles of fine black hair.

The two of them walked for several miles, and Zhao Fusheng thought in his heart that he was about a distance away from the Confucius Temple before finally stopping.

The ghost arm trembled wildly at this time.

After this ghost arm fell into Zhao Fusheng's hands, he experienced several setbacks, and he should have been counterattacked by the power of the ghost, showing the shape of a half-rotting corpse arm, but it was only two or three quarters of an hour close to the ghost body, and the trend of the ghost arm decaying stopped at once.

Strange black blood began to seep out from the interface of the broken arm, and the blood flowed down and turned into a long black line, flying towards the corpse of the rice ghost.

And the broken shoulder of the rice ghost also began to bleed black blood.

The black blood was like asphalt, forming hideous and terrifying tendrils and tentacles at the broken wounds, desperately trying to find the interface of the broken arm.

Zhao Fusheng no longer resisted the gravitational pull between the ghost arm and the ghost corpse at this time, she pulled the ghost arm tightly, slowly approached the power of the ghost arm and the ghost to find each other, and then let go.

The blood in the rift between the severed arm and the ghost corpse turned into thin black silk threads and flew into the air, and once these blood threads touched, they immediately twisted and tightened with each other, and in an instant, they twisted into several strands of black threads as thin as silk hair.

There are more and more black lines, and they are mutually restricted, and in an instant, they pull the ghost arm and the ghost body to combine, and they become one in an instant.

Once the rice ghost was put together, the rotten ghost arm began to slowly recover.

The prompt of the god list sounded: The evil ghost appeared, did you turn on the hell capture?

The hell that had just opened two layers couldn't trap the evil ghosts, and Zhao Fusheng stood still and didn't move.

The ghost pieced together completely, and the moment it recovered, it stretched out the ghost arm that had not fully recovered to Zhao Fusheng.

'Knock knock knock. ’

A strange knocking sound sounded, and the law of ghost killing was activated.

"It's like flipping a book."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and shook his head.

The ghost naturally would not be moved by her words, the ghost hand was open, Zhao Fusheng had already prepared, and with a flip of his wrist, he pinched an item in his hand.