Chapter 41: You and Me on the Overpass and Wandering Ghosts
In a few seconds, the fog surrounded the viaduct!
The entire bridge seems to be in the deep mountains and forests.
At the same time, a cold wind blew on the bridge.
A cold wind blew across my face, and the chill rose from the soles of my feet.
“Wuwuwu——”
In this gloomy wind, everyone heard the sobbing sound!
Yan Kuan was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and his body unconsciously moved closer to Feng Zhibai: "Yes, is it coming?"
Feng Zhibai folded his hands in front of his abdomen, his starry eyes flashing with danger as he kept looking at the end of the overpass.
"We have come to this noble place to seek the true spirit. If we have offended you, please do not blame us. We only ask for your assistance. Please help us to reveal the true spirit as soon as possible. The Supreme Lord Laojun, please act immediately!"
Chen Xiaodao's soul-summoning spell sounded for the third time, and the Sanqing Bell in his hand had been shaking for who knows how many times.
Old Mi Tou was spreading rice to guide the way, and drops of sweat as big as beans fell from his forehead.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
Seeing that the amount of rice in his bag was getting less and less, Old Rice Head became a little anxious.
Chen Xiaodao changed hands and looked at Feng Zhibai first. Seeing that she was staring at the overpass, he turned around and looked towards the end.
This sight almost made him jump up and down on the spot!
At the end of the overpass, there were no less than a hundred little ghosts standing!
These little ghosts drooped their heads, stood with their hands hanging, and lifted their heels off the ground. After hearing the shaking sound of the Sanqing Bell, they seemed to have found their direction and began to float towards Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mi Tou.
The densely packed little ghosts look particularly weird in the fog!
"Fuck!"
An old man and a young boy uttered the national quintessence at the same time.
"Didn't they say there aren't so many wandering ghosts here on the viaduct?"
As the rice was spread to guide the way, the old rice man was about to cry.
Chen Xiaodao didn't expect that there would be so many little ghosts. He hung the Sanqing Bell on his body and turned around to look at the incense behind him!
The two incense sticks in the incense burner burned rapidly as if they had been given new power!
The cigarette floated quickly in the direction of the little ghosts.
"Oh no, the ghost is eating the food, it's too fast!"
Seeing that the incense was almost gone, Chen Xiaodao rummaged through the yellow cloth bag and took out two more sticks, lit them, but as soon as he put them in, only half of them were left.
"No way, it's becoming popular so quickly!"
Old Mi was also dumbfounded.
Ghosts love to eat delicious food and will not stop unless they are full.
Once the fragrance is gone halfway through eating, the little devil will go crazy and make trouble.
At this time, you can either confront them directly or coax them.
But there are too many wandering ghosts in front of them!
It's impossible to coax him, you can only confront him head-on.
but!
The current situation is that the number of enemies is too large!
It is said that two fists cannot beat four hands. Among the five of them, one is good at literature but not martial arts, one is a policeman who knows nothing, one is a half-baked old fortune teller, one is lying on the ground, and one has no Taoist skills.
If this fight really breaks out, I'll get slapped before it's over.
Chen Xiaodao was a little anxious. He half-knelt on his knees and took out all the incense at once. "Old Rice Head, you hold the incense burner and change the incense while scattering the guiding rice. I'll go in and look for Gu Yu's soul!"
"Huh? Do I have four hands?!"
"Come on, you can use either foot! Hold it!"
He stuffed the incense burner and incense into Lao Mi Tou's arms.
Old Mi felt aggrieved but he didn't say anything.
She looked at Feng Zhibai crying and asking for help.
But Feng Zhibai didn't care about them at all. After receiving Lao Mitou's pleading look, he walked to the middle of the overpass as if nothing had happened, and looked at the river outside the bridge with bright eyes.
It wasn't her illusion.
The atmosphere here is strange.
There is obviously not such a strong yin energy, but there are so many wandering ghosts.
Moreover, these wandering ghosts did not seem to have died on the overpass or nearby, but rather seemed to have run over from somewhere.
And the river water, when I came here at noon, the water was very shallow and light in color, and it didn't look deep.
But now, under the night sky, the water is black and bottomless.
The ancients said: Clear water is shallow, blue water is deep, and black water is profound.
I’m afraid there’s an abyss hidden under the water.
And there is something in this abyss that can attract these little ghosts.
Yan Kuan couldn't see anything. Standing on the overpass, he could only see the fog all around him.
Seeing Feng Zhibai concentrating on watching the river, he approached carefully and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to help?"
"What help? Can't they handle it themselves?"
She shook her hands impatiently, she was in no mood to pay attention to Yan Kuan.
Yan Kuan coughed unconsciously, turned to look at Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao who were dancing with joy, and raised his hand to signal Feng Zhibai to look over.
Feng Zhibai glanced in the direction of his finger, intentionally or unintentionally. When her eyes met the two of them, the impatience on her face turned into a big "embarrassment".
I saw a rope hanging around Lao Mi Tou's neck, and the incense burner was tied to the rope.
He held the incense in his left hand and kept changing the incense, and held the guiding rice in his right hand, and took the opportunity to scatter the guiding rice while changing the incense.
Before it even started, he was already exhausted from all the running back and forth.
But the speed of scattering the guiding rice was far slower than the speed of the ghosts eating the incense. After one or two times, the old rice head hurriedly scattered the guiding rice into the incense burner and threw the incense in his hand to the ground.
Among the ghosts, Chen Xiaodao was pulling a red rope, his body jumping back and forth like a snake, shouting: "Gu Yu, your mother is calling you home for dinner!"
His shouting immediately stopped all the little ghosts around him.
"Eat—me—"
"Eat—me—"
"Going home to eat..."
When these little ghosts heard that it was time for dinner, it was like they heard a call, and they started to run towards Old Mi Tou even faster!
This really scared the old rice man. He didn't even have time to spread the rice and was only busy changing the fragrance.
"Ah! Chen Xiaodao, can you please hurry up? I can't hold on any longer!"
Seeing the incense and rice in his hands becoming less and less, tears came to his eyes.
Don’t look for him for this kind of thing in the future!
So scary!
"Almost there, we'll find it soon! Just hold on a little longer!"
Chen Xiaodao was also anxious. Who would have thought that there would be so many ghosts and spirits tonight? If he had known earlier, he would have been more precise in the hospital.
"Gu Yu! Where are you? Can you make a sound if you hear me?"
He searched one by one, but none of these ghosts were there!
Seeing that there were only a few left in a large area, he was at a loss.
"No way, it's not coming, is it? No, turn it over again!"
The Sanqing Bell in his hand turned a corner, and he jumped on the spot and jumped to the front again.
Just when he was about to look for it again, a scream from Old Mitou interrupted his thoughts.
"ah!"
"Bang——"
At the same time, the sound of the incense burner falling to the ground was heard.
He was startled and looked back.
The rope around Lao Mi Tou's neck broke, there was no incense left in his hand, and even the rice to guide him was gone.
"It's over."
Seeing that all the weapons in his hands had fallen to the ground, Lao Mitou didn't have time to think and turned around to run!
Those wandering ghosts were enjoying their meal when they suddenly disappeared. Their faces turned ashen and pale, and they roared angrily, blocking him in the middle like crazy!
"Eat—eat—"
"Have a meal--"
There were bursts of low growls coming out of their throats.
Old Mitou was blocked, with a mournful look on his face, and clasped his hands together: "Everyone, brothers and sisters, today, there is no, no, tomorrow, is tomorrow okay?"
"Have a meal!"
"Have a meal!"
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