Daytime Horror
"How cunning! He actually tricked me out and ate the ghost while I was away. Where is it? Let me destroy it."
Yuan An looked around confidently, a peach wood sword in his hand, but he did not see any evil ghost.
The sound of a wardrobe being knocked over came from the second floor again. He raised his head and rushed upstairs.
As for Fu Mingqiang and the others, when they saw the Taoist priest coming back, they were not as afraid as before. They no longer hid their figures and appeared in front of him.
In a corner of the living room, the space seemed slightly strange, and three ghosts with miserable expressions appeared.
Compared to his expression, the pain from the beating was even worse, and coupled with his natural fear of evil spirits, his face was distorted.
Yuan An was furious, holding his sword and walking halfway when he saw the ghost appear in front of him. He froze in place, his expression stunned for a moment, full of disbelief: "You are still alive?"
Yuan An couldn't believe that these ordinary ghosts could escape from the evil ghosts that had preyed on many of their kind. He couldn't help but look at them a few more times.
Chen Tang bowed and said, "We were lucky to escape. I hope the Taoist priest will save our lives. I will definitely thank you later."
After she said all this, she did not mention the scene she had just witnessed.
She had seen Ding Can's actions in secret and knew that the strange phenomena affecting the evil spirits were caused by them.
These people helped but did not act in a high-profile manner, nor did they reveal themselves when the evil spirit first appeared. They must have wanted to conceal their identities.
Based on this, at least for now, we should not make it public. We can wait until the evil ghost crisis is truly resolved, and then ask her if she wants to clarify the facts.
For now, don’t tell Yuan An.
Yuan An was surprised for a moment, then put on a look of relief: "That's not bad, I was worried for a while. Now that the evil spirit is upstairs, I'll drive it out of your house first, and then I'll destroy it to prevent any damage."
He nodded calmly and rushed to the second floor. Soon, he heard more violent sounds of furniture collapsing upstairs, mixed with a few roars from evil spirits.
Those who were still on the first floor had seen the evil ghost's strength, and their hearts were hanging in the air at this moment. After all, they had never really seen Yuan An take action, so no one knew who would win or lose.
There were constant sounds of dragging and collision, and it seemed that the battle between the two sides was extremely tense.
As the crisp sound of breaking windows was heard, Ding Can looked out the window beside him and saw the black fog and Yuan An rolling onto the lawn in the yard.
This paper villa is built to be tall and magnificent, with a floor height of nearly eight meters, and it is thrown out with great impact.
Even though my cousin was surrounded by black fog, he still fell and got bruised and swollen, and his expression became grim.
I don’t know if it’s because the evil ghost sensed the threat from the Taoist priest, but the movements it made to control my cousin were now extremely smooth and clear.
After he fell to the ground, he rolled a few times, bent over and quickly got up.
Human instinct made him raise his hand to wipe his face.
Soon, when both of them stood still again, Yuan An and his "cousin" continued to fight on the lawn.
Every time the peach wood sword was swung at the black fog, it would visibly erode the thick fog there, and the evil ghost would let out a sharp and miserable howl, obviously in great pain.
It seems that the magical instruments that have been blessed really have some effect.
The "cousin" could only find the right moment to dodge the peach wood sword and attack other parts of Yuan An's body when he was not prepared.
The moves were tricky, and for a moment the fight looked like it was hard to separate.
But it seemed that Yuan An was forcing the evil spirit back towards the courtyard wall.
"Thank you, sister."
Ding Can withdrew his gaze and saw that Fu Cha Qingyun's hand was still clasped in his palm. She raised her head and stared at him with a pair of big round eyes.
Although he had been dead for so long and was many years older than herself according to her birthday, she still looked like a child.
At this time, the upper eye line attack is quite cute.
Ding Can smiled at him, raised his hand to straighten the melon-shaped hat on his head, and couldn't help but pat his little head twice.
Fu Cha Qingyun didn't show any impatience on her face, but she still said awkwardly: "Stop touching my head."
Why do some people always like to touch children's heads...
Compared to the previous conversation with Ding Can, which was unclear about his stance, Chen Tang's tone was more respectful after being protected: "Are you also cultivators?"
In her opinion, those who can resist evil spirits must belong to Buddhism or Taoism, but it is difficult to distinguish them more accurately based on appearance.
Ding Can felt that no one would believe him if he told the truth, and it might even lead to more questions.
"Well, just treat us as half-baked ascetics."
After all, they use system props, which is, to some extent, no different from Taoist priests using those talismans to cast spells.
They are all ways of relying on external forces to temporarily increase one's own abilities.
Gao Wenwen had come over at some point and spoke with a certain amount of pride, "It was me who froze that evil spirit just now. Isn't that impressive?"
A very appropriate smile appeared on Chen Tang's face, and he was very grateful to the young man: "Sir, your skills are superb. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have been killed long ago. You are our savior."
After she finished speaking, she and the two ghosts beside her bowed to them.
Gao Wenwen's face turned red at such straightforward praise and gratitude, and he waved his hands repeatedly to deny it.
"Actually, I didn't do much." Although he did help, he originally just wanted to test the effectiveness of the props.
Gao Wenwen was feeling shy when someone suddenly grabbed his arm. He was startled and turned around to see that it was the assistant director who had been hiding in the corner.
He happened to overhear this conversation, and thinking of his cousin's current personal safety, he came to seek help again.
When did so many talented people appear in the crew?
Props Xiao Gao, he always seems to be laughing, but I didn’t expect that he actually has a unique skill.
The same goes for the makeup artist Xiao Ding. He didn't hear everything she said just now, but she must have some skills, otherwise why would the kid thank her.
Since the two of them were able to restrict the evil ghost's ability to move, they were just delaying time until the Taoist priest came back, making it more likely that they could save their cousin.
"Xiao Gao... No, Teacher Gao, please save my cousin." The assistant director spoke earnestly.
He was so excited and nervous that he didn't control the strength of his punches, and even Gao Dingming's arm felt a little sore.
He pulled the corner of his mouth: "Let go of your hand first."
"Okay, okay." The assistant director obeyed orders and did not dare to make him angry.
Gao Wenwen rubbed his sore hands and glanced at him impatiently: "Isn't Yuan An out catching ghosts?"
"I'm worried. There's definitely strength in numbers. Can you and Teacher Ding go and help? We can discuss the remuneration."
Businessmen attach great importance to profits and subconsciously talk about money during negotiations.
I think no one can resist the temptation of money.
But he was wrong at this moment. The two people in front of him were really unmoved.
It’s not that they hate money, but after they finish the camp entrance test, they will have to return to the training camp.
Since you can't take the money with you, it's like free labor.
Seeing that Gao Wenwen had no intention of responding, the assistant director looked at Ding Can's reaction and found that the other party was also unmoved.
His idea failed to materialize, and his impatience came back. However, he didn't dare show it too obviously and upset the two of them, so he could only continue to speak nicely.
"You don't know, this cousin has been following me around since he was little. Even after he stopped going to school, I was the one who took care of him. We have a very good relationship. You must have seen him get hurt just now. It must have hurt so much. I, I'm really heartbroken."
Money didn't work, so he started playing the emotional card.
And it's not a lie. This cousin is indeed his best relative.
When I took the art exam, my family didn't agree, and it was my cousin who helped persuade my parents.
As Ding Can listened to the assistant director's words, he felt uneasy, as if he had missed some information.
What is it? Something feels wrong.
"What's wrong with you?" Xia Jialian noticed her slightly solemn expression.
Ding Can shook his head: "I just feel like something is wrong."
And it must be because of what he had just witnessed that this strange feeling was so strong.
She frowned and thought, and was attracted by the scene in the yard in her peripheral vision.
The two men in the yard have now reached the wall and are fighting.
I saw my "cousin" turn around and climb up the iron railing on the courtyard wall, preparing to climb over the wall.
When he reached the top, his trouser leg was accidentally cut by the sharp spikes on the railing, and blood flowed down his thigh.
When he jumped to the ground outside, his body staggered a few steps and his expression looked extremely painful.
In front of Ding Can was Fu Mingqiang, who was trying to restore his face to normal. His whole face seemed to have two layers.
One layer looks dead, and the other layer looks normal and harmless.
The two phases alternated so rapidly that it almost made people dizzy.
In an instant, Ding Can suddenly understood what was wrong.
Just now, when the assistant director was trying to persuade her by playing the emotional card, he said that her cousin had suffered a lot of injuries.
This sentence reminded her of the scene when Yuan An rescued her cousin last time.
At that time, Yuan An brought his weak cousin back to the villa and explained to them that it was because of Gu Nian's cousin's human body.
In order to prevent his cousin from getting hurt in the fight with the evil ghost, he accidentally let the evil ghost escape from him.
Since Yuan An was people-oriented back then, why did he completely disregard his previous principles now and show no reaction when he saw his cousin being injured like this?
Not to mention the scrapes he got from falling from the building, his foot was punctured and the bleeding was obvious, but Yuan An was completely unmoved.
Even when he attacked later, he didn't hesitate at all, instead it was like...
He must show in front of them that his cultivation level is higher than that of the evil ghost, so that the onlookers can see the reality that the evil ghost cannot escape from him.
Outside the courtyard wall, the fight between Yuan An and his "cousin" became more intense.
Yuan An twisted his wrist holding the peach wood sword, and never returned empty-handed. He saw that the area of the black fog had become much smaller than at the beginning.
The "cousin" was retreating step by step, but his escape route was very simple.
He was heading in the direction that would allow him to escape from everyone's sight as quickly as possible, and he rarely dodged to the sides.
Ding Can felt that he couldn't let them leave right under his nose.
"You guys wait here, I'll go out and take a look."
She didn't intend to take any risks, she just wanted to get a little closer to see what the outcome of the fight would be.
The assistant director was still trying to express his gratitude when he saw Ding Can jogging into the yard.
Ding Can had just poked his head out of the gate to look outside when he was immediately caught by Yuan An who was still fighting.
He spoke anxiously, "Don't come out! This evil ghost is very dangerous. Be careful not to hurt anyone."
Before he could finish his words, he saw that the black fog was very cooperative and pounced on him to bite back.
Yuan An spoke up again in time: "Go back quickly, I can't distract myself to protect others anymore."
Ding Can seemed to have received a reminder and stood obediently at the gate without moving.
"I just wanted to tell the Taoist priest that this is a colleague we have a good relationship with. He has been obviously injured. If you don't get rid of the evil ghost, his life will be lost."
"Since you are a cultivator, aren't you all compassionate?"
She pronounced the last few words very clearly to see the subtle expression on Yuan An's face.
Yuan An paused for a moment. "You're right. I was just anxious at the moment."
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