"Revenge?" Xiao Bai was a little puzzled. Fang Zhiyi was already this powerful, how could she still have enemies?
"By the way, Daoist, do you think that black bear spirit will be able to wait for its master to return?" When Fang Zhiyi didn't answer it, Xiaobai changed the subject.
Fang Zhiyi's expression darkened slightly: "It's uncertain."
Little Black kept chattering in my ear: "They're all dead, all dead. Some died saving people, some died at the hands of demons, and some died on the battlefield..."
Fang Zhiyi reached out and patted it.
Xiao Hei pouted and turned his head away.
Fang Zhiyi glanced back at Dragon Head Mountain shrouded in mist: "It's alright, it still has a long lifespan."
At night, a person in a long dress slowly appeared on a tree branch. She had been hanging there for a long time, and the resentment in her heart kept growing, but no one knew about her pain.
From afar, she saw someone walking towards her, someone she thought she had seen before.
As the person approached, the hanged ghost became somewhat excited. Yes, she had seen him before! This person could see her!
If I could make him hang himself here, wouldn't I be free?
Her gaze was fixed on Fang Zhiyi as she walked towards her.
Fang Zhiyi stared straight at her.
The two stared at each other, and then, just as the hanged ghost's body swayed slightly, Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. In that instant, the hanged ghost inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
No, I'm a ghost, how could I feel cold?
Fang Zhiyi suddenly squatted down, and the petite woman behind him quickly took out a pot and a broken bowl, carefully pouring the chicken blood from the pot into the bowl.
Fang Zhiyi also squatted down. Although she knew she couldn't use her Taoist magic, she still chanted incantations, mixed cinnabar into the bowl of chicken blood, stirred it for a while, rolled up her sleeves and smeared it on her arm, then took out a talisman and stuck it on.
The hanging ghost was puzzled, and his unease grew stronger.
Immediately afterwards, she saw Fang Zhiyi stand up, face her, take out a handful of talismans, and pounce on her without saying a word. The talismans were stuck to her body as if they were free, and a burning sensation immediately swept over the hanged ghost's entire body.
The talisman paper, even after being blessed, remains remarkably effective.
"Ah! Ah!" A pitiful scream echoed all around, and Xiao Bai, who was following behind, covered his ears: "Master Dao, what are you doing?"
"You fucking scare me! And you even dare to ride on my neck! Are you crazy?!" Fang Zhiyi finally found an opportunity. With the help of the blessed talisman, he temporarily gained the means to touch ghosts.
Fang Zhiyi's idea was simple: I can't use Taoist magic, but I have props!
Props are also a way!
The talismans stuck firmly to the hanged ghost's body, emitting a faint yellow light. The hanged ghost screamed incessantly, and waves of malevolent energy emanated from her body. After several minutes, the malevolent energy finally overwhelmed the talismans, and the talismans gradually lost their power and fell to the ground.
The extreme pain drove the hanging ghost into a frenzy: "I'll kill you!"
Her face was contorted and looked extremely terrifying, but in the next moment, she saw Fang Zhiyi pull out another handful of yellow talismans from his pocket.
A brief silence fell over the scene.
"Um, Taoist priest, I was wrong, okay?"
Fang Zhiyi turned to Xiaobai and said, "See? Even ghosts will talk if you hit them hard enough."
Xiao Bai swallowed hard: "Whatever makes you happy, Daoist Master."
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