Chapter 77 The pursuers are coming!

The man and the ghost made a fuss for a long time and finally stopped. At that time, Shen Qing was already staring at the contents on Xiao Qihao's tablet and began to study it carefully.

Shen Qing was clutching a yellowed ancient book, his knuckles turning white from exerting too much force. On the table was an unfinished formation sketch, the ink was trembling slightly from the edges being lifted by the wind.

"Teacher Shen, what are you doing?"

Xiao Qihao looked over curiously. He was particularly interested in the magic that Shen Qingze knew.

"This is a ghost-summoning formation. I can form a special formation here to summon the ghost I want to catch, whether it's dead or alive."

He muttered to himself, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Xiao Qihao squatting on the sofa, looking at him with bright eyes.

“Amazing!”

Shen Qingze snorted, and found that the talisman and cinnabar at hand were not enough to complete the formation, so he waved his hand at him.

"Please help me. Go to the wooden box in the first storage room on the right and get some more talismans and cinnabar."

"Yes!"

Xiao Qihao ran to the storage room excitedly to look for something. The wooden box made a clanging sound, but after a while of rummaging, it suddenly stopped.

"Qing Ze...seems to be gone."

When Xiao Qihao stood up, he only held a half-faded talisman paper in his hand, and his Adam's apple rolled restlessly.

The little devil in the corner was huddled up with his knees hugged, and the cinnabar rope that was originally tied to his body had long since turned into powder - the thrilling battles a few days ago had actually used up all of his last bit of belongings.

Shen Qingze pinched his brows. Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by the window. He was so startled that he immediately picked up the paperweight on the table.

"What is that?"

Xiao Qihao quickly stretched his head to look, except for a few birds flying by, there was no human figure. He spread his hands helplessly and said,

"Teacher Shen, you must have made a mistake. That's a bird, not a person or a ghost."

"I'm going out to buy it. You and the kid wait for me at home."

He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, but was stopped by Xiao Qihao.

"It's faster to buy them separately. I remember there is a ..."

"no!"

Shen Qing grabbed his wrist with his backhand, so hard that Xiao Qihao gasped.

"Ye Xiang will not let you go if you are alone. You are no match for him at all."

He thought of the ghost slave that Ye Xiang summoned last time. It was very likely that the other party was the soul of Ye Luweisi.

Now Ye Xiang is still keeping an eye on Xiao Qihao, and Shen Qing is worried that if Xiao Qihao is left alone, the other party will take advantage of them and defeat them one by one.

Xiao Qihao shook off his hand, and veins popped up on the back of his neck.

"You really want me to sit here and wait for death?!"

He suddenly opened his collar, revealing a pendant with the Big Dipper engraved on his collarbone. It was the amulet given to him by Shen Qingze.

"I still have the pendant amulet you gave me. Besides..."

He glanced at the cowering little ghost.

"Let this little guy follow me, it can also serve as an alarm if I encounter danger."

The little ghost suddenly shuddered, and the ghost light on his body flickered, as if he had a premonition that he was about to be involved in danger.

Shen Qing stared at Xiao Qihao's resolute eyes, and finally sighed heavily.

He took out a copper bell engraved with thunder patterns from his bosom and put it into the little ghost's translucent palm.

"You follow him. If anything happens, ring the bell and I'll come right over."

Shen Qing looked at the backs of Xiao Qihao and Xiao Gui, his heartbeat getting heavier as the footsteps gradually faded away.

In the shadows of street corners and alleys, a few pairs of eyes appear and disappear in the dim light, as if waiting for the moment when their prey is alone.

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As soon as the little ghost went out, he hid in Xiao Qihao's shadow and followed him closely.

Xiao Qihao looked around along the street, searching for the shop that sold talisman paper, but the little ghost under his feet seemed to be deliberately making trouble for him.

"Are you done yet? Are you really starving?!"

He could no longer bear it and roared at the shadow under his feet.

Whenever this kid gets to the street, he'll trip over any shop that smells delicious.

At first, it was fine. Xiao Qihao didn't want to pay attention to his little tricks. When he was tripped, he stomped heavily on the shadow on the ground.

But after so many times, he began to feel annoyed, especially when there were a few times when he almost tripped and stepped on his right foot with his left foot. To outsiders, Xiao Qihao looked like he was stumbling and falling on flat ground.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked to a steamed bun shop that was emitting a strong aroma and bought two meat buns from the owner.

He walked into a small alley, made sure there was no one around, and threw one of the meat buns on the ground.

The moment the meat bun touched the ground, it was sucked into the shadow, and there was a smacking sound when chewing, which made Xiao Qihao laugh and cry.

"Why, the underworld doesn't give you food, or does Teacher Shen deduct employees' meals?"

He had just eaten and had no appetite. He took two bites of the dough and threw the rest into the shadows.

The kid wasn't picky and quickly swallowed up the meat bun that Xiao Qihao had taken two bites of, smacking his lips in satisfaction.

Xiao Qihao laughed helplessly.

"Are you full? Once you're full, we can get down to business."

He walked out of the alley. For some reason, there were many more people on the street. It was much more lively than before.

He sensed something strange, and he quickened his pace unconsciously, looking around more cautiously.

He always felt that someone was staring at him.

Xiao Qihao suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a poisonous snake was staring at him.

He pretended to be calm and squatted down to tie his shoelaces, but found that the ghost's claws were tightly grasping his trouser legs, and the ghost-green fire flickered at his fingertips.

The footsteps of pedestrians on the street mixed with the noisy voices, but there were a few that always coincided with his frequency.

He glanced behind him carelessly, and a few cold lights flashed in his peripheral vision.

Three hooded men stood by the fruit stand. One of them was playing with a hemp rope until his knuckles turned white. The mahogany nails faintly visible in the sleeves of the other two were reflecting the sunlight.

There were even more gazes in the crowd that were like leeches clinging to him, swaying slightly with his movements.

The moment his throat tightened, Xiao Qihao turned around and ran into the alley. He heard a loud cursing voice.

Behind me, I heard the sharp sound of a hemp rope breaking through the air, and the mahogany nails nailed to the wall shook off the wall dust.

"really!"

He gritted his teeth and ran wildly, cold sweat overflowing from his forehead, his soaked T-shirt clinging to his back.

The little ghost screamed and flew up to swallow a copper coin dart for him, then disappeared into the shadows again, extending a small tentacle and pointing anxiously ahead.

The darkness at the alley suddenly split open and several figures appeared, the ropes in their hands forming a large net in the air.

"I'm really screwed!"

Xiao Qihao picked up the broken bamboo basket in the corner and smashed it hard, taking advantage of the opponent's dodge to flip over and jump onto the low wall.

The footsteps of the pursuers behind him were approaching like a death warrant, and the hemp rope swept past his ankles, making a harsh scraping sound on the ground.

He took out the talisman from his arms and threw it at the pursuers. In the golden light that exploded, he heard the little ghost screaming:

"There are three more on the left!"

“There’s one on the right, too!”

Xiao Qihao quickly dodged to the side, and a rope just brushed past his ear and plunged vertically into the concrete ground behind him.

He was shouting in his heart that something was wrong, because he heard someone shouting anxiously,

"Brother Ye told us not to hurt that kid!"