"There is no mathematical support, only two methods are left to be supported by pure luck. ”

Ye Mingke turned his gaze to Jian Jiu's face and said.

"You say the first first, I say the second"

Jian Jiu stretched out his hand and picked up the long hair that was covering his eyes, threw it behind him, and looked at Ye Mingke with a pair of deep eyes full of interest and said.

Song Mingyu on the side glanced at Jian Jiu in shock, and then at Ye Mingke, almost breaking the spirit sword.

But the two apparently didn't pay attention to her, just looked at each other.

"The first way is to attack the ghost while I can be sure of its existence while it is hidden. See if the ghost in the hidden state can be eliminated directly. ”

"But none of you have been in contact with hidden ghosts before, so it's completely uncertain whether this plan will succeed. Ye Mingke said calmly.

"The second way is to try to seal the ghost before it may have swelled to the point where we can't deal with it. But whether the ghost can be sealed, and how it is sealed, is also unknown. Jian Jiu continued.

After speaking, Jian Jiu paused for a moment and looked at Ye Mingke, Ye Mingke's first method was indeed another method he thought of.

"You're good. ”

He smiled, looking at Ye Mingke's eyes very brightly.

"You're nice too. ”

Ye Mingke also looked at Jian Jiu and said lightly.

His second method was indeed the one that Jian Jiu thought of, and the two coincided.

"Your sword case is good, I like it. Why don't you lend me to play?"

Jian Jiu looked at the sword box that Ye Mingke was carrying, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually hooked up a dangerous and sharp arc, and his voice was clear and cold.

"Your sword is not bad, why don't you lend me to play with it?" Ye Mingke heard the hostility in his words, and looked at the flying sword on his body coldly,-for-tat.

Two people, one is spotless white, the other is dusty cloth, but the two people who look at each other have a striking similarity in temperament.

Like two equally clear and sharp swords.

It's a pity that the sword's interest in the sword is often only to cut off another sharp sword to prove his sharpness.

"Then we just need to wait for that ghost to appear?" Li Guifan interrupted them when he felt the hostility between the two of them that had grown with their interest in each other, and pulled the topic back to ask.

"There's one more problem. ”

"If you can't destroy the ghost while it's hidden, then the demon possession will inevitably kill at least one person. ”

Ye Mingke and Jian Jiu looked away from each other, and Ye Mingke turned his head to look at the other white-clothed monks.

"That's not a problem for us. Ying Kui, who was behind the people, sneered.

Many people present subconsciously looked at Fang Wu, and Fang Wu's face suddenly turned pale.

According to the weakest law discovered by Kenjiu, the most likely possessed object when the next ghost appears is still the one with the worst physique.

"Don't forget what you promised me. Don't take my people to death. ”

Ye Mingke heard their tone and saw their reflection, knowing that this group of people deliberately found these mortals in order to use them to replace death, and his face turned cold.

"I have a solution, find a living creature that is dying and take it with us, maybe we can solve the death situation of ghost possession and murder. ”

"Well, the idea of replacing it with a living thing is simple, and it may succeed, but we didn't think of it before. ”

Li Guifan didn't want to anger Ye Mingke, who had a strong personality, and smiled and said.

"No, you've thought of this method a long time ago. Ye Mingke said coldly, "It's just that the living creatures you use are people!"

At this time, only two hours have passed since the last appearance of the ghost, which is still a relatively safe time period.

Everyone already had a preliminary direction on how to deal with ghosts, and they began to set various details, including Jian Jiu's Qiming Sword warning, Ye Mingke's determination of the location of ghosts, how to attack ghosts in a hidden state, what to do after a successful attack, how to try to imprison ghosts after an attack failed, and so on.

It took only two quarters of an hour to arrange it step by step. Most of them were arranged by Li Guifan.

Then Ying Kui and Song Mingqing went into the forest to catch wild beasts to deal with the possession of ghosts, and the beach that was full of words just now suddenly quieted down

Several other monks began to meditate cross-legged, recovering as much as possible while the demons had not yet appeared.

And Li Han and a few other mortals had already been tired from a day of trekking, and they were tortured by the pressure of immortals and the threat of evil ghosts.

At this time, Li Laohan, Fang Si, Zhu Gan, Fang Wu, Zhao Yuan and the others knew that they couldn't do anything anyway when the evil ghost came, so they simply fell down and wanted to take a big nap, especially Fang Wu, who had been shivering, slept very fast, as if he had finally scared himself out.

Only Li Han didn't feel sleepy, sitting by the fire, and glanced at Ye Mingke with a complicated gaze, with deep guilt.

He was originally the leader of this team, but he couldn't do anything when this team was facing annihilation, because what he could do was meaningless.

Ye Mingke sat behind a tree with his eyes down, he knew that Li Han was looking at him, and he also knew what Li Han was thinking, because he was like him, he was obviously incapable but suddenly carried the life and death of so many people, facing an enemy who was so strong that he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

He didn't blame him, he knew that he couldn't deal with those immortals, let alone those ghosts. But that doesn't mean he approves of him doing nothing.

Whether it makes sense or not, you have to do it to know, and it's not just the result that you can see.

He thought of the majesty of the emperor's majesty and the white temples of his uncle.

Have you been facing a dead end that you can't open even if you try your best?

You haven't backed down, and I'll never give up, uncle.

He meditated in his heart, drawing more courage to face this cold world.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ying Kui dragging a wounded goat with a lot of blood in his hand, standing in front of him and looking at him coldly, his face in the shadows was still gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

"His name is Qin Guizhen. ”

He spoke slowly.

He didn't say who that "he" was, but Ye Mingke quickly understood that the "he" was referring to the monk who died today.

"He and I are not in the same lineage, nor are they in the same Xiuzhen family. But he was my friend, the only friends I had. ”

"They all said that I had gone wrong in my cultivation and became crazy, and I didn't know if I was crazy or not. ”

"I don't care what other people think, in my eyes, he could have survived, and you snatched this possibility, so you should be damned!"

He looked at Ye Mingke, calm and crazy coexisted discordantly on the same face, making him even more weird and crazy.

"So, you will die, and the one named Fang Wu will also die. It doesn't matter where you flee to. ”

He glanced at Ye Mingke with a sneer, then turned back to look at the sleeping Fang Wu, turned around and dragged the blood-stained goat away, leaving a dazzling trail of blood behind him.

Ye Mingke just listened and didn't say a word.

After escaping the first murder, you have to face evil ghosts, even if you can live after facing evil ghosts, you have to face a madman, what about after facing a madman?

There are so many mountains that are so high and endless, but you always have to climb them before you fall.

If you want me to die, you have to see if you can survive?

Ye Mingke's eyes also flashed with a cold edge.

Two hours of silence passed quickly, and midnight came. According to the previous activity rules of ghosts, ghosts may appear at any time now.

Everyone who had been sleeping lightly gradually woke up, and the timid Fang Wu began to convulse and cry there again.

Some of the monks who were meditating did not dare to re-enter the meditation, but were vigilant around them.

Song Mingyu was the last to wake up from his meditation, stretched, and then said with some indignation.

"In this ghost place, Zhenyuan disappears faster than usual, and recovers slower than usual, what the hell. ”

She had just woken up and her voice was very loud in the quiet night, and everyone subconsciously glanced at her.

She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, then covered her mouth and fell silent.

And the danger of not being able to see a trace is fermenting in this silence and depression

After midnight, the fog on the beach became even thicker, and the burning fire in the fog seemed to be covered with a thick veil.

The light of the flames was obscured by the mist, and everything reflected in the light of the fire became the ghost of the servant, swaying and twisting with the occasional night breeze.

Five hours have passed, and three of the six previous appearances of the oni have appeared in the fifth hour of the interval, so this hour can be said to be the most dangerous hour.

At this time, the crowd was divided into three parts.

One is to prevent ordinary living creatures from being isolated as the target of ghost possession.

One is Song Mingqing, who is standing next to the remnant sheep and ready to throw the remnant sheep out at any time to replace the ghost possession target.

Originally, it was Ying Kui who was in charge of this part of the work, but the location of the ghost was determined by Ye Mingke, and Song Mingqing was worried that Ye Mingke would take the opportunity to retaliate against Ying Kui, so he strongly requested to replace Ying Kui.

And the last part of the people who stood together, four monks were on the periphery, Ye Mingke was in the middle, and the remaining few mortals were behind.

An atmosphere of unease and foreboding enveloped the crowd.

The wailing of the remnant sheep and the cry of Fang Wu lingered low in the dark night, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

At this time, the passage of time seems to have a texture and is clearly recognizable, that is, each person's own clear heartbeat.

Jian Jiu lowered his head and played with the delicate little sword in his hand that was once again coated with golden blood, Song Mingyu grabbed Jian Jiu's sleeve and almost stuck to Jian Jiu's body, Ying Kui was still holding the sword and leaning on the trunk, Li Guifan looked at the front with a sad and solemn face.

And Ye Mingke sat by the fire, his eyes lowered slightly, the subtle sound of the wind, the texture of the rocks, and the surging of mist...... The massive amount of information around him kept pouring into his mind, screening again and again.

Waiting, waiting for the ghost to come.