A gust of wind swept over his head, and the groom on the ground suddenly stood up. The yellow talisman that Chu Mu had thrown on him before suddenly caught fire and turned into smoke.
What comes is of great significance.
Chi Xiusi rarely put on a solemn expression and looked straight at the beams above his head.
I saw an upside-down white figure appear above me at some point.
The shadow was particularly long, and the face was as white as if it had been powdered. Even the white-faced actors in Peking Opera were not as white-faced as it.
The white-faced man had a pair of blood-red eyes, and when he grinned, two rows of sharp teeth like hacksaws appeared.
"Hehehe, the bride," the white-faced man was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he got on all fours and jumped in front of Chu Mu. "The bride is a Taoist priest. The soul of a Taoist priest is the most fragrant!"
Chi Xiusi's wedding dress had already been taken off and thrown aside, but this fair-faced man was determined that Chu Mu was his bride.
It raised its upper body and was about to pounce on Chu Mu.
Chu Mu moved as fast as lightning, throwing several talismans across.
The white-faced man froze for a moment, then laughed viciously: "Hahahaha, the little Taoist's talisman doesn't work, it doesn't work!"
Chu Mu frowned, and when the white-faced man pounced on him again, he used his fingers as a pen to write a few runes in the air.
The golden Sanskrit characters penetrated the white-skinned ghost's body. It let out a sharp and shrill scream, and its blood-red eyes dimmed to the extreme.
"Cut ghost," Chu Mu said with a look of understanding, "It is a ghost cut out of paper, so it is naturally not afraid of the same kind of talisman paper."
"Xiao Chu, this thing looks really scary."
Chi Xiusi pretended to be scared and kicked away the scissor ghost that was about to climb onto his shoes without hesitation.
On the barrage:
[Hahaha, Mr. Chi's acting is too exaggerated, bad review.]
[Look at Chu Mu's expression, it's like he was fed a mouthful of shit.]
[Chu Mu said: If you don't know how to speak, you can just shut up.]
Chu Mu picked up the scissors ghost with one hand. The ghost that was so arrogant not long ago was now completely extinguished. If it weren't for a trace of ghost energy supporting it, it would have turned back into a thin piece of paper.
Chu Mu grabbed that wisp of ghost energy.
"Please spare my life, please spare my life, Taoist priest." The white-faced man begged for mercy in horror.
"This ghost energy is not yours," Chu Mu pinched the icy black energy in his hand, "Whose is it?"
Strictly speaking, the shearing ghost is not a real ghost. It is similar to the errand boy of the big ghost.
The powerful big ghosts have to swallow many small ghosts every day. If they eat too much, they will suffer from indigestion and sometimes vomit out some of the small ghosts' residue.
A capable ghost will use the soul-cutting technique to piece the remains together again, and then separate a trace of his own ghost energy to make the cutting ghost obey him.
Chu Mu had seen in the ghost groom's memory that every time they entered the bridal chamber, when the candle was half burned, a pair of scissors ghosts would appear, and they would pass the ghost energy in the soul to the bride.
The bride who can withstand the ghost's erosion will be sent to the second cave to repeat the wedding.
The torture of the bride in each village is different. Unless the girl has a strong desire to survive, no one can survive it.
The ghost bride in the blood coffin had completely lost her memory, but she was undoubtedly the only one among all the victims who made it to the Thirteenth Cave.
It is unknown what kind of obsession could support her to survive the torture of those evil spirits.
However, the tragic nature of her death was witnessed by all.
Holding on to the only glimmer of hope, he persevered to the end, but what he ended up facing was eternal darkness.
No wonder the evil spirit in this blood coffin is so strong.
Chu Mu's cold eyes softened a little, and with a wave of his hand, he replaced the yellow suppressing talisman on the coffin lid with a milder one.
Chi Ruisi took advantage of the moment when Chu Mu turned around and made a grabbing gesture with his five fingers.
The white dough suddenly turned into a thin piece of white paper.
Chu Mu was surprised: "What happened?"
He stretched out his hand and the ghost energy from the big ghost disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that the big ghost noticed it and took it back?
[No, if the big ghost took action, how could I not notice it? ]
[Is that ghost more powerful than me? ]
Although the latter situation is ridiculous, this plane has been infected and changed, so nothing is surprising.
Chu Mu's face darkened. "The host did something unbecoming of her guest status outside, and was strangled by this ghost domain. I was inside the house applying talismans and catching ghosts, but nothing happened..."
Chi Xiusi clapped his hands seemingly unintentionally, as if he had just touched something dirty: "Just now, that scissor ghost called you a Taoist priest."
Chu Mu's eyes lit up: "In other words, the impression I left on that big ghost was that of a bride who knew Taoism - no, it's obviously you who are the bride."
Chu Mu looked at Chi Ruisi suspiciously: "Strange, why are these ghost lights staring at me? You have low Yang energy, so you should be the one being targeted."
Chi Xiusi remained calm and said, "My Yang Qi is too weak. I might have been recognized as one of my own kind by the ghost."
That's not a bad idea.
Chu Mu didn't think much about it and sneered half-reproachfully: "Serves you right."
Chi Ruisi touched his chest, where the vitality talisman given to him by Chu Mu was stuck.
Chu Mu noticed his action and turned away awkwardly.
…
On the screen of the live broadcast room, netizens were once again in an uproar over Chu Mu’s words.
What does this little trainee mean? What's with the ghostly strangulation? What's with the identity impression? I'm running out of ideas.
[Why bother with so much? Just remember they're all acting.]
[It's full of weird talk. A good show has been turned into a charlatan show.]
[Actually, I quite like this show. Previous documentaries were quite boring, but this one is very exciting to watch.]
[I like watching it too. There are many celebrities and it’s pleasing to the eyes.]
The live broadcast was conducted simultaneously in multiple live broadcast rooms. Although there was no shadow of the camera, the pictures captured by the camera were very high-definition.
Every living person has a corresponding live broadcast room, and Chu Mu’s live broadcast room number is 288.
The action team is full of big names, and not many viewers are willing to stay for Chu Mu, a little Karami who has not even made a debut.
But compared to other people’s live broadcast rooms, Chu Mu’s is obviously much more interesting.
So word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, more and more viewers flocked to Chu Mu's live broadcast room.
The number of real-time viewers has exceeded two million, and people are making jokes and comments about the white skin that has become a thin piece of paper.
I have no idea how the masters of metaphysics from all over the world rushed to Guicheng, and how they quietly set up one formation after another outside Guicheng.
boom--
Thunder rumbled across the sky, and a skinny old man in a black robe looked up at the sky and said, "A heavy rain is coming."
"Master," several young men ran up to the old man in the black robe with strange steps, "The Seven Killing Formation is complete."
"Well," the old man's face was covered with wrinkles like knife cuts, "Let's prepare for the worst."
If the young man in the ghost realm cannot defeat the Tiger, he will activate the Seven Killings, and then Guicheng will completely become a real dead city.
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