Chapter 108 Modern Supernatural 12

"No wonder I always feel that today is particularly eerie, I thought it was my illusion..."

Zhou Zhile rubbed his arms, and felt that the surroundings were even more cold and eerie.

The Ghost Festival, commonly known as the "Ghost Festival" by the people.

On July 15th - the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are wide open. It is said that during this period, hundreds of ghosts roam at night, and the lonely ghosts in the netherworld rush to the human world to have fun and find some delicious food and drink. It is the day

with the heaviest yin energy in the world. Because the yin energy is extremely strong on this day, the evil ghosts are nourished by the extremely yin energy and their strength is greatly increased. Most of them, the Heavenly Masters, will avoid fighting these evil ghosts on this day.

However, things often do not go as planned.

The period before and after the Ghost Festival has become the busiest time for the Heavenly Masters.

"How could I forget about this?"

Nan Rui patted his head in annoyance.

It really is raining cats and dogs.

No wonder the yin energy is so strong today. Doesn't this add a positive buff to these ghosts?

"Give me the phone."

Nan Rui stretched out his hand to Zhou Zhile.

His phone accidentally fell to the ground during the "siege" just now. Someone stepped on it and directly destroyed the screen.

"What should we do next?"

Zhou Zhile handed the phone to Nan Rui obediently and touched his head with one hand.

"Of course, find that bastard!"

It was that abominable Qi Hai who not only treated them like dogs for so many laps, but also caused her favorite piece of clothing to be "gloriously sacrificed" in the melee just now.

If I find him...

I'll cut him into pieces!

Qi Li rolled up his sleeves and gritted his teeth.

Zhou Zhile pulled out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket, took out a few and handed them to Nan Rui and Qi Li respectively, and sighed worriedly:

"But we haven't seen Qi Hai yet."

"Today happens to be the Ghost Festival, I'm afraid Qi Hai will do something big, you still have the marks left by that guy on your body..."

Nan Rui used wet tissues to wipe off the dust stains on his face and clothes.

"He will most likely take action today."

"I remember my uncle said that this black mark is most likely one of the magic techniques recorded in that ancient book." Qi Li added:

"Most of them are extremely obscure and difficult to understand magic techniques, including many forbidden techniques that violate human ethics and harm the world."

"So our Tianshi sect has always kept a distance from this, and strictly prohibited our disciples from studying and learning."

Nan Rui nodded, "I have also heard from my master that there are also several forbidden books hidden in the library on the top of Wenshan Mountain, but they are all sealed up. I have only seen them a few times."

Their Tianshi have always valued the connection between cause and effect, and destiny is destined. If

a person commits murder or does something that damages merit, then the karma is destined to bite back on that person. This is the destined cause and effect.

Even if you become a ghost after death, you cannot be reborn. Either your soul will be scattered and no longer exist, or you will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and suffer endless torture.

However, in life, there are indeed too many temptations and too many things that cannot be let go, so that some people still pursue them even though they know the consequences.

"Wait, I get it!"

Nan Rui clenched his fist and tapped his palm, then pulled Zhou Zhile's right wrist and looked left and right:

"Since this mark was left by Qi Hai, there must be the breath of the caster on it. We can try to see if we can track it."

"In theory, it is feasible."

Qi Li supported his arm with one hand, touched his chin with his fingers, and estimated:

"But if the distance is more than two kilometers, the tracking will be extremely unstable."

"Since he deliberately led us here, he is probably causing trouble somewhere not far away. Let's give it a try."

Nan Rui looked around, and within his field of vision, he could only see a thick white fog and trees shrouded in the white fog.

"Qianyu wards off poison, Zhenshi Luoling. Eight Immortals hold the axe, the Jade Spirit of the God. I wear the true talisman, commanding all spirits. Ascend the three realms, go to the Hedi City. Hurry up as ordered."

The talisman paper pinched by the fingertips spontaneously ignited from top to bottom, and the falling black ashes floated up against gravity, gathered together, and condensed into the shape of a paper man.

The black man floated in the air, aligned with Nan Rui's line of sight, jumped onto Nan Rui's head, and then jumped onto Zhou Zhile's head with a perfect take-off posture.

From the top of the head, along the shoulder and arm, it jumped all the way to Zhou Zhile's right wrist.

Zhou Zhile placed his wrist flat and carefully lifted the black man.

"Wow... this little guy is really..."

"Ah——"

Zhou Zhile howled, and reflexively shook his hand, almost throwing the black man out.

"Why is it biting me..."

Fortunately, Zhou Zhile reacted quickly and pinched the short hand of the little man, preventing the shaky little man from falling.

"Of course, it is to absorb the Qi Hai's aura."

Seeing Zhou Zhile's aggrieved look, Qi Li laughed unceremoniously:

"Also, that black guy can fly. It's probably just teasing you. Do you really think it will fall and die?"

"Brother, you..."

Zhou Zhile covered his wrist and turned to look at Nan Rui.

"Ahem... I forgot to tell you in advance."

Nan Rui clenched his fist against his lips to cover the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but bend.

"Okay, Xiao Hei seems to like you very much."

Nan Rui decided on the name of the black little man in a second, and attributed Xiao Hei's bad taste to his love for Zhou Zhile.

"Xiao Hei, can you find the person with that smell?"

Nan Rui asked Xiao Hei in Zhou Zhile's hand seriously.

Hearing his master's words, Xiao Hei nodded quickly, broke away from Zhou Zhile's hand, and flew into the white mist.

Nan Rui took the lead to follow.

"I'll tell you something. If you want to hear it, turn your head."

Zhou Zhile and Qi Li followed closely behind. Qi Li turned his head and covered his mouth with his hand, whispering to Zhou Zhile beside him.

Zhou Zhile, who was full of curiosity, leaned over. "The

little paper man follows his master."

The little black man was teasing Zhou Zhile, probably because his master, Nan Rui, had a bad taste.

Qi Li threw down a sentence, quickened his pace, and caught up with Nan Rui's footsteps.

"Eh, no? Why do you two want to tease me?"

Zhou Zhile looked at the silent forest filled with white mist, retracted his neck, and hurried to catch up with the two.

Entering the heavy mist, he instantly lost his sense of direction, and his body was filled with white smoke, so thick that it was almost suffocating.

Zhou Zhile didn't dare to look back or around, he could only follow closely behind Nan Rui.

Fortunately, the little man was black, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the little thing.

Zhou Zhile was more likely to have wild thoughts when he was nervous.

Then he thought of the black mark on his wrist. If he ignored its dangerousness and simply regarded it as a black tattoo, it was actually quite fashionable.

Thinking so aimlessly, Zhou Zhile didn't pay attention to the road in front of him, and ran straight into Nan Rui who suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop suddenly?"

Zhou Zhile touched his nose and looked at Nan Rui.

"We won't lose him, will we?"

"No..." Nan Rui didn't move. His slightly taller stature blocked Zhou Zhile's line of sight, and his voice was rare and heavy.

"We have found the right place..."