Chapter 739: Catching Evil Spirits
Their hearts were pounding. They clearly couldn't see the person pushing the door, but the door opened for no reason.
This expression hung on his face, as if frozen. The old Bodhisattva slowly walked out of the room. Although it was a slow gesture, the actual speed was far beyond the perception of ordinary people.
Their eyes clearly saw the old Bodhisattva, but the image did not appear. It was a shadowy figure, neither human nor human, taller than an average person, with a slender body, and hair that looked like countless black silk threads dancing in the wind, like flexible tentacles.
When the old Bodhisattva walked through the crowd, people instinctively dodged and made way for her, with all the hairs on their bodies standing up.
They couldn't see anything, they just felt something passing by.
Suddenly, a cry was heard from the crowd.
The old Bodhisattva suddenly stopped and looked over.
A young woman holding a child covered the child's mouth and gently rocked the swaddling clothes in her hands, trying to calm her down.
The older elder scolded: "Why did you bring the child here?"
The young woman said aggrievedly, "I live nearby, and I'm worried that Gouzi's mother might need my help if she has any problems."
"Take it back quickly! Don't worry about offending the old Bodhisattva!"
The young woman immediately hurried away with the child.
The old Bodhisattva stood there and looked out, his eyes never leaving the woman, or rather, the child in the woman's arms.
This pause frightened the shaman in the house. To prevent him from losing control, the old man came out of the room and announced loudly: "The old Bodhisattva has driven away the evil spirit. To prevent the evil spirit from causing trouble and harming the villagers again, the old Bodhisattva has gone after it."
The crowd's attention was attracted, but they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.
Everyone heard the cry of "old ghost". Although no one saw the old Bodhisattva and no one could tell what passed by them, everyone still felt a little uneasy.
The old man bowed in the direction of the old Bodhisattva and said, "Old Bodhisattva, don't let him escape!"
The old Bodhisattva then turned and began to move. The tall, lanky figure paced in the wind, disappearing from the old man's sight. His black hair was like a saturated ink, heavily smeared on the paper, leaving long, dragging marks. With the shadow's seemingly slow but actually rapid steps, the ink changed into various shapes at will.
The old man retracted his gaze to the front, and sensed the fear in people's hearts, and also smelled the breath of danger. This danger did not come from the evil spirit, but from the people in front of him.
If people's suspicion cannot be curbed, it may lead to unpredictable consequences.
"You can come in now. The dog is fine."
People followed in doubtfully, and Gouzi's parents rushed in first. The room had already been rearranged by their three sons.
The statue of the old Bodhisattva was glowing on the altar, bringing a sense of peace to people's hearts.
The most convincing thing is that the dog has returned to normal, sniffing his nose in bed, showing no fear of the sudden appearance of a large number of people in the room, and said stupidly: "Mom, I'm hungry, why haven't you eaten yet?"
"Eat, eat." Gouzi's mother cried with joy and pulled Gouzi into the kitchen.
Gouzi's father hunched over and thanked him: "Thank you, old daddy, thank you, old daddy."
The old man's eyes were cloudy, but his gaze was flashing with cunning and ferocity.
"This time is different from before. Before, the evil spirits were frightened by the sight of the old Bodhisattva. This time, the evil spirit is a big ghost from the mountains. It is cunning and difficult to catch. It will lie and deceive people and lure innocent people. If we let it go, it will come back. Then not only the dog will suffer, but the whole village will suffer."
Gouzi's father was terrified and said, "Daddy, you must help me!"
"Don't worry, the old Bodhisattva has already gone after him, but she may not be able to stop him."
"Big brother, second brother, third brother, go help the old Bodhisattva."
The three sons first broke out of the crowd and chased in the direction the old Bodhisattva went.
"I hope I can catch it."
With a few words, he diverted the crowd's attention. The old man suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "Let's go over and take a look."
The three sons had talismans on their bodies and carried cloth bags on their backs as they walked briskly.
But in the distance, the old Bodhisattva had already taken a photo with Sun Wenyuan.
Sun Wenyuan had a serious expression on his face and was still wearing the fox clothes given by the Fox Academy. He looked like a middle-aged scholar who was still studying hard.
The old Bodhisattva stopped not far from Sun Wenyuan. Ordinary people could not see the old Bodhisattva's appearance clearly, but Sun Wenyuan could see it clearly.
This old ghost has blue skin and almost no muscles, so it is impossible to tell whether he is a man or a woman. He looks like a skeleton covered with skin, with only his hair moving like a living thing. He has a strong smell of blood on his body. If he reveals his true form, no one will say anything, as anyone who can see it will know that he is not a good thing.
When Sun Wenyuan saw this, he felt a surge of fear in his heart, but it didn't show on his mature face.
This old ghost's magic power is much greater than Sun Wenyuan's. No one knows how many people he has eaten. The fishy smell and evil spirit on his body are almost condensed. He is not comparable to an honest fox like Sun Wenyuan.
Without giving Sun Wenyuan a chance to speak, the old ghost pounced on him.
Zhang Yang's hair came first, and each strand of hair, like a living thing, rushed towards him, making people involuntarily think of a group of wireworms huddled together.
Without saying a word, Sun Wenyuan stepped down and drilled into the soil. A puff of yellow smoke rose up, and he escaped again by using the earth escape technique.
The old Bodhisattva's hair was blown away, and then it opened like a curtain, revealing a skinny face. Her dark eyes looked in the direction where Sun Wenyuan fled, and she chased after him without stopping.
Sun Wenyuan was underground, and the old Bodhisattva was on the ground, her long, thin hair piercing into the soil like sharp blades.
Sun Wenyuan was caught off guard and was pierced by a hair, and blood oozed out from the soil.
The hair that pierced his chest immediately bent and hooked Sun Wenyuan like an iron hook, trying to pull him out of the soil.
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