074. Weird

Killing people right in front of them, this thing couldn't be a weak creature. But what frightened Qing Ling was that he didn't understand how it killed people.

This is not the same order as the normal way a ghost kills people.

When a ghost kills someone, it has to first wear away the other person's yang energy, and the way the person dies must be the same as that of an evil spirit. But this one only looked like a water ghost, but after he waved his hand and said a few words, the person died instantly. After the yellow paper was thrown into the charcoal brazier, it burned out wisps of smoke, which floated in the air and were sucked clean by that thing.

But Shang Changheng said he could do it, so Qingling felt a little more confident, and soon the paper was burned, and the things on the boat were once again reached out.

With the previous experience, no one dared to answer this time. The whole ship was shrouded in a terrifying and gloomy atmosphere. Everyone was terrified. There was a young scholar traveling with the person who had just been killed. His face was pale and he dared not look at his classmate's death, let alone the things on the ship. He trembled and asked in the silence: "Now... what should we do?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, something on the boat seemed to have become stiff and turned its hand towards the man, and asked hoarsely, "Money, do you have it?"

The scholar panicked on the spot. He wanted to say something but his mouth was suddenly covered.

"Shut up, do you want to die?" Zhu Lezhi lowered his voice.

The scholar's legs went weak, and he nodded quickly. Zhu Lezhi then let him go, staring at the thing on the boat below, and continued, "Little Master, it's not convenient on the water, and it's too dangerous to get on that thing's boat. I've never seen this thing before, so let's give it a try first. You and Senior Shang can help me keep an eye on it."

Miao Yuan put his hands together, holding his string of seven-treasure bodhi beads, and said in a low voice: "I wish you, be careful."

Shang Changheng also responded: "Test it first."

Zhu Lezhi nodded. She did not take the whip that could scare away evil spirits, but took out an incense burner and lit three incense sticks. She clasped her hands together and chanted a spell that sounded like a singing voice. The pronunciation was simple and obscure, and her feet also took the steps. This was a very orthodox witch clan move, and she also set up a simple altar.

Qing Ling stayed beside Shang Changheng the entire time, but his eyes never left the evil spirit. The boat was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and it seemed that as long as he didn't talk to the evil spirit, everything would be fine.

But just as Zhu Lezhi made his move, the scholar behind him howled miserably, his legs softened and he knelt on the boat, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs: "No - no, I won't give it to you! Don't kill me, I don't want to die... I..."

He didn't know what horrific scene he had seen. His expression was ferocious and frantic. He wanted to escape but his whole body was weak and he could only twist and turn on the ground with difficulty.

Miao Yuan saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately stepped forward and leaned over, placed his palm with the seven-treasure bodhi on the scholar's forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Be calm and fearless."

He recited the Heart Purification Sutra.

But the scholar was still struggling. He looked around in panic, "Can't you hear me? He's talking, he's talking! Can't you hear me?!"

No one answered him. On this ship, if he opened his mouth, he might be targeted by evil spirits. The scholar covered his ears and burst into tears. He heard the voice repeating in his ears in a sinister and strange voice: "Give me the money, give me the money."

That voice seemed to have the ability to strike fear into people's hearts. It was clearly just repeating those few words, but the scholar felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand. The voice demanded an answer from him, as if it would crush his heart at any time if he refused. Fear overwhelmed his reason, and he was no longer sober.

He waved away the monk's hand that was pressing on his forehead, took out a brocade bag from his sleeve, and said with trembling eyes: "Here you go, I'll give you... I'll give you money..."

Miaoyuan was pushed away unexpectedly, and the money bag fell to the ground in an instant. The person who was alive just now turned pale visibly, and the person who was half-sitting fell straight down, and another person died.

Miao Yuan also looked at her hands in disbelief: "How could it be..."

Qing Ling was horrified. While the thing below was burning paper again, he whispered to Shang Changheng beside him, "That thing is so vicious, how can it kill people so easily?"

"Those who had conditions would only die after they agreed to pay money." Shang Changheng's eyes were inquiring, "But when they killed people, they didn't show any murderous intent."

At this moment, the incense in front of Zhu Lezhi was already smoking. She sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a handful of something that looked like red sand, and threw it fiercely at the boat, chanting: "The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual, please protect my true form, and the evil spirits will obey my orders!"

The red sand fell on the boat and turned into white smoke. Under Zhu Lezhi's spell, the thing on the boat finally responded. The white and broken hand slowly pressed against the boat board. The rising white smoke dissipated in an instant, and the yellow paper burning in the brazier also turned into ashes in an instant. As if it was angered by Zhu Lezhi's action, the thing slowly stretched out its hand again and said hoarsely: "Give me the money."

Qingling sighed, not trapping him.

The incense in front of Zhu Lezhi was also rapidly turning into ashes. Her face was solemn. She pulled out the whip from her waist with one hand and swung it in the air. There was a whip sound, and the burning speed of the incense really slowed down.

"Where is the resentful ghost?" Zhu Lezhi asked in a deep voice.

The evil spirit did not answer, but just raised his hand, pointed it at Zhu Lezhi, and made a gesture of asking for something.

There was another whip crack, and Zhu Lezhi asked again: "Where is the resentful ghost?"

Then there was another sentence: "Don't retreat yet!"

Her voice was mixed with Qi, and she held a magical weapon in her hand, which was both a confrontation and a threat.

The evil spirit opened his mouth and said, "Money."

Zhu Lezhi laughed angrily, "I really... This guy didn't drown when he was alive, he must have died of poverty. He only knows how to ask for money, and he still won't give up even after all this. Master Miaoyuan, there's no way to end this peacefully."

Forcing the evil spirit to retreat is also a means of dealing with it. Zhu Lezhi was at a disadvantage on the water. If she really had to fight for her life, she felt that she would be in great danger. However, the other party refused to leave. If she really let the evil spirit come like this, the people on this boat would not be enough for it to kill.

At the same time, Zhu Lezhi also heard the words that kept repeating like a whisper. It was an uncontrollable sense of fear. Zhu Lezhi's face changed slightly, and when he lowered his head, the incense in the incense burner had burned out.

"I understand." Zhu Lezhi put his hand on his chest and said calmly, "It's the voice. Anyone who has spoken to him will be bewitched until they say... that sentence. It can only kill one person at a time. As long as I don't die, nothing will happen to the next person."

In fact, Qingling had also roughly guessed it, but he had never seen anyone killing so efficiently. Before he could say anything, Miaoyuan had already walked towards the deck.

"I will go to meet him." Miao Yuan made up his mind to jump onto the small boat to test his physical strength. He knew that one force could defeat ten skills. No matter what the creature was, he would just beat him to death.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhu Lezhi sealed the incense burner and put it back into her bag, calmly resisting the hoarse whispers that were full of incitement and fear. The whip in her hand did not fall for the third time, and her hand holding the handle began to turn white. She smiled and said, "I'll hold it, it can't kill anyone for the time being. Knowing yourself and the enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. Just now, I tested it and it doesn't look like a ghost. Why is it a bit like... the river god? His words are followed by laws."

To the weak, three whips are a deterrent; to the strong, three whips are a provocation.

Her life is in danger now, so naturally she dare not offend the thing below again.

"I'll go and take a look." Shang Changheng patted the hand that was clutching his sleeve and whispered, "See if he has the ability to burn me too."

Miao Yuan immediately stepped forward and said, "I will go too."

Qing Ling knew that the thing was most likely coming for him. He glanced at the two bodies lying on the boat. The people around them were trying their best to hide, but the boat was so small and was floating on the water. There were no shores on either side, only steep cliffs. There was really no way to survive.

"Be careful." Qingling said to Shang Changheng, and took out the Life-Severing Awl and gave it to Miaoyuan, "It may be useful, take it and try it."

The two people and the ghost were talking here, and it was very real in the boat where it was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Everyone, including the captain, looked panicked. There was clearly a young man and a monk on the opposite side. Who were they talking to?

But no one dared to ask. Two people had already died, and that deadly thing was still blocking the way. Whoever could save his life now would be the ancestor. They didn't say that the man was a liar trying to cheat them out of their money. Instead, they placed their hopes on these three very strange people... and an invisible person.

Shang Changheng's figure rose up, and he turned around and appeared on the small boat that could only accommodate three or four people. Miao Yuan then stepped onto the board, pointed his toes, and flew down like a roc. After touching the water surface again, he took a deep breath and rose up again, and landed on the small boat. The small boat that looked unstable did not move at all.

After getting on the boat, Miao Yuan suddenly felt a chill. He held a rosary in one hand and a bronze weapon in the other, while Shang Changheng had nothing in his hands. After he landed on the boat, the evil spirit in white kneeling on the bow finally seemed to have his territory invaded. He retracted his raised hand, grabbed a handful of paper coins and sprinkled them on the water, while a hoarse and eerie whimpering sound was heard.

The cry was eerie and murderous, and ripples immediately appeared on the sparkling water, as if something was struggling to get out from under the water. For a moment, that cold and wooden voice could be heard from all directions: "Money - money -"

Accompanied by the miserable cries, it was as if hundreds of ghosts were parading at night.

Shang Changheng chopped down with a long knife, and the fierce Yin energy turned into an extremely sharp gust of wind that swept away. Miao Yuan was standing in front of the brazier. He picked up the Life-Breaking Awl and stabbed it hard into the head of the white-clothed ghost. The white-clothed ghost suddenly burst into extremely shrill cries. The thousands of cries raised gusts of cold wind, but the Life-Breaking Awl could not suppress the white-clothed ghost. Even Shang Changheng's attack seemed to hit cotton.

It's useless.

The hand that had been soaked in water for a long time was extremely cold. It clasped Miao Yuan's wrist. With such great strength, even a man with refined body could not push the Life-Severing Cone in even half an inch.

At this moment, Qing Ling's stern voice suddenly rang out on the boat: "Zhu Lezhi! Don't answer!"