With the determination to fight to the death, Fan Zhiyi began to run faster.
Ah Yu wanted to persuade him again: "Are you sure you want to go there? You won't be able to withstand the evil spirit that has been hungry for a long time and goes crazy!"
"fine."
Fan Zhiyi ran up the corridor, carefully watching his feet, jumping over the attacking hands, and finally stopped in the center of the lake. There was a faint circle of light on his body, constantly resisting the attacks of those ghost hands.
It was Bingnandong's spell that was working.
Ah Yu said: "She is behind you."
Fan Zhiyi turned around, his heart beating in his throat, and a sickly red flush appeared on his face. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was being roasted, but he pretended that nothing was wrong and stared at Xue Xiuniang.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.
He was gambling, betting on whether Xue Xiuniang would come. If she did, forget it, he really couldn't even stand up any longer.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Ah Yu said excitedly, "She's not coming closer. What should we do next?"
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but the dizziness only worsened. His legs gave way and he instantly fell to the ground. Ah Yu was horrified: "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
Not good, Fan Zhiyi knew that he was not feeling well. If nothing unexpected happened, Fan Zhiyi judged that he must have a fever.
He had soaked in the lake, run in the rain, and had such a serious injury on his arm that was not treated in time. It would be unreasonable for him not to get sick with so many buffs stacked up. The fact that he could hold on until now shows that his original body is actually in good health.
Fan Zhiyi asked weakly: "Is she coming?"
"No, she seems to be afraid of something and has been silent."
As he spoke, Fan Zhiyi's hands went limp and he didn't even have the strength to hold the talisman.
The moment he let go, he hurriedly grabbed the talisman and dagger again, but in just that instant, the talisman was wetted by the rain and its power weakened. Those ghost hands began to become more and more aggressive and were all driven back by A Yu.
But A Yu only had one ghost, how could she resist hundreds of evil ghosts? She could protect one side of Fan Zhiyi, but let the other side lose control and hurriedly circle around Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi blinked, feeling the rain sliding down his eyelashes. He had no strength left, and used his dagger to poke the ground to prevent himself from falling completely.
Suddenly, hundreds of ghosts wailed, and the sound almost pierced Fan Zhiyi's eardrums. Fan Zhiyi covered his ears with his hands with a painful expression.
Ah Yu looked at the barrier that suddenly appeared above the house with a look of horror: "Someone from the immortal cultivation world is coming!"
This was like an omen. Fan Zhiyi heard the gurgling sound of the lake boiling. All the ghosts were frightened by the barrier and increased the strength of their attacks, wanting to capture Fan Zhiyi as soon as possible.
Ah Yu yelled, "Run! These ghosts are desperate and ready to come ashore. And Xue Xiuniang is coming!"
Fan Zhiyi bit his lips until they bled, using the pain to wake himself up. He staggered to his feet and tried to run, but then someone grabbed his ankle, threw him to the ground, and dragged him a long distance. The person was chased away by waving a dagger around.
Ah Yu was so anxious: "Hurry up and stand up, hurry up and stand up!"
Fan Zhiyi's arms were shaking and he couldn't stand up. A Yu was so anxious that he forgot he was a ghost. He wanted to pull him, but his hand passed through Fan Zhiyi's body.
She looked at Xue Xiuniang who was constantly approaching and rushed forward: "Run!"
Fan Zhiyi saw Xue Xiuniang twisting A Yu's head, trying to tear her soul in half, and then bit her neck, tearing off a large piece of soul and swallowing it.
A Yu was in excruciating pain and was still shouting at Fan Zhiyi to run. Fan Zhiyi didn't know where he got the strength to stand up, avoided A Yu, rushed forward and stabbed Xue Xiuniang in the top of her head.
A fishy and smelly juice flowed out of Xue Xiuniang's body. She threw A Yu away with resentment and bit Fan Zhiyi. In a flash, Fan Zhiyi stuck the talisman in his hand on her body.
I was just panicking because I had watched too many horror movies before, but I didn't expect that this talisman would be so effective.
Xue Xiuniang screamed in agony and tried to tear off the talisman and dagger with her hands, but her hands were burned and smoke came out. She trembled constantly. Finally, as if hardening her heart, she decided to suffer a short pain rather than a long one, and quickly pulled them out.
How could Fan Zhiyi give her a chance to turn over? He stepped forward, hugged Xue Xiuniang from behind, took away her kitchen knife, and kicked her into the lake the moment he pulled out the dagger.
The whole movement was done in one breath, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know he could be so agile.
Watching the hundreds of ghosts pulling her to the bottom of the lake, Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, releasing the force.
The previous blow had consumed all his strength, and now he felt even more dizzy.
The rain was still falling, and more and more evil spirits were approaching.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't hold the dagger, nor could he hold the talisman in his hand. He could only watch the talisman quickly become wet.
He trembled and tried to take out a few more talismans from his Qiankun bag, but before he could move, a creature that could not be identified as a human suddenly jumped up from the lake near him, grabbed him and dragged him into the lake.
The moment he entered the water, his body became extremely heavy. Fan Zhiyi choked on the water several times. He didn't have time to feel nauseous, he just felt suffocated.
He kicked his feet and looked down at the thing that was dragging him down.
The other person's face looked like it had been eaten, and white bones were visible on her body, but from her clothes and the feeling she gave, one could vaguely tell that this was Xue Xiuniang.
Her feet were dragged by countless ghosts, who tried to climb up one after another, staring at Fan Zhiyi with cold eyes.
Compared to Xue Xiuniang, Fan Zhiyi is obviously more to their liking.
It's just haunting.
Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Xue Xiuniang bit his calf. At the critical moment of life and death, Fan Zhiyi struggled desperately and stabbed the dagger into the arm that was holding him, but the other party still did not let go.
It was a decayed body, and the bones had long been soft.
So, with no idea where he got the ruthlessness from, Fan Zhiyi cut off her wrists and watched Xue Xiuniang being swallowed by those resentful ghosts.
After doing this, Fan Zhiyi was not in a much better condition. More ghosts gathered around him because of his blood, grabbed Fan Zhiyi's limbs, and pulled him down.
Fan Zhiyi tried to swim upwards but failed, feeling the pain of his limbs being torn apart. But when he opened his mouth, only countless bubbles came up. Then, he saw Ah Yu.
The girl's face was filled with anger as she drove away the resentful ghosts, shouting, "Don't sleep! Swim upstream! Swim!"
Blood spread in the lake and Fan Zhiyi became the target of public criticism.
A Yu couldn't hold on, but still stood around Fan Zhiyi.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi swam upwards as if he had a last breath of life. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, but his consciousness became increasingly deep. He had difficulty breathing in the water and gradually lost his strength. He could only stretch his hands upwards in vain.
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