Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Family (Thirteen)
"Why didn't the Taoist priest attract the thunder?" Fang Hui muttered to himself outside, and suddenly remembered what Ning Helan said, that if there was no talisman paper, he would be the one to be struck by the thunder. "Brother Yang, where is Ning Helan's bag that is so dirty?"
Qin Yang then noticed that the bag was not on him. Ning Helan had just handed the small bag to Qin Yang, but when he ran out, he was too panicked, so the "dirty" bag fell into the living room. Fang Hui
thought that he couldn't just stand there and watch, so he suddenly stood up: "Brother Yang, please help me watch my family, I'll go help him!"
"Hey, Xiao Hui?" Qin Yang didn't have time to hold Fang Hui, and could only watch Fang Hui rush into the house with his head down.
Fang Hui shuddered as he entered the room. The floor was too slippery, and he did a split.
Fang Hui: %@###&…
He held onto the frozen table next to him to pull his legs back, and then sneezed several times: “Fuck… It’s so cold…”
His limbs were almost numb from the freezing cold. He looked around tremblingly and saw the military green bag that had been frozen hard on the ground. He was about to run over to pick it up, but was discovered by Bingsha, and an ice knife flew towards Fang Hui.
"Be careful!" Fang Hui had his back to Bingsha and didn't notice the ice blade flying towards him. Just as he picked up the small bag on the ground, he was thrown from behind. The sharp ice blade flew towards his head, cutting off the longer hair tips, and then flew straight to cut the heavy vase in half.
Ning Helan stood up, and Fang Hui's head was almost gone.
Fang Hui's heart was beating violently, was he almost beheaded just now, and his own hair, if Ning Helan came to save him a step slower, his head would probably become a Mediterranean again.
"Little Taoist priest! Hurry up and use the talisman paper!" Fang Hui took out the talisman paper from his bag, but the temperature in the room was more than ten degrees below zero, and the talisman paper had already frozen into a crispy skin, which would break if you squeezed it, and it was completely unusable.
Fang Hui: ...
Ning Helan: ...
Bingsha laughed wildly: "Want to use talisman paper to cast a spell? No way! You all die!"
Ning Helan stood up and grabbed the stunned Fang Hui, then threw him out of the window, and then rolled on the ground to avoid Bingsha's attack.
"Ah ah——!" Fang Hui was thrown outside, and almost thought that he would hit the ground on his face again, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of the grass in the yard. The grass was good and soft.
"Bang!"
"Fuck!" Fang Hui's face hit the grass hard. He forgot that the temperature was low. The soft grass leaves were covered with a layer of ice, hard and sharp. The soft grass became a sharp layer of ice.
There were several cuts on his face, and he grimaced in pain.
Qin Yang hurried over and helped him up: "Xiao Hui! Are you okay?"
"..." Fang Hui touched his face, "Brother Yang, am I disfigured?"
Qin Yang looked at him: "Fortunately... it doesn't cover up your handsomeness."
"That's good." Fang Hui thought that Ning Helan had saved his life again, so he didn't bother with him about the disfigurement anymore.
"Brother Yang, what should we do if we don't have the talisman paper?" Fang Hui saw the Bingsha inside that was almost invulnerable to swords and guns. He remembered that Ning Helan could summon gods to descend to the world, but this was a big move, right? Can it be used at any time?
Inside the house, Bingsha looked at Ning Helan, his smug mouth corners almost curled up to the sky. He expected that Ning Helan was now helpless and waited to see Ning Helan's miserable state.
"You humans can't stand such a low temperature, even if you have some Taoist magic to protect your body. In this way, you kneel down and beg me, and I can be merciful and leave your body intact."
Bingsha sneered. He saw that Ning Helan's skin had begun to freeze due to the low temperature. In just a few minutes, the young man in front of him would die of hypothermia.
Unexpectedly, he saw Ning Helan exhaling a white breath and taking a step back.
"You...what are you going to do?" Bingsha noticed that Ning Helan's aura had changed. He saw that the ice on his eyelashes evaporated instantly, and his skin quickly recovered from the whiteness just now.
A high-pitched and crisp bird call suddenly sounded in the air.
Fang Hui and Qin Yang looked up. The originally clear blue sky was covered with red ripples. A brilliant red light appeared in the sky, even brighter than the sun.
In the light, the outline of a huge creature appeared. It spread its wings, almost covering half of the sky. It turned out to be a big bird with a fiery red body.
Fang Hui: ...
Qin Yang: ...
Security guard at the gate of the community: ?
Tong'an citizen: ?
Fang Hui turned to Qin Yang who was standing next to him and said, "Brother Yang, I seem to be hallucinating. What is that thing in the sky?"
Qin Yang narrowed his eyes. In his childhood memory, he had never seen such a thing. Moreover, although Ning Helan would unconsciously summon some strange creatures at that time, they were all small monsters and small plants. This was the first time he had seen such a big one.
Qin Yang thought for a while and said, "By process of elimination, this thing should not be a phoenix."
It was not a phoenix, and its body was covered with flaming feathers. Fang Hui had an idea in his head, "Could this be the Vermillion Bird? ! "
The ancient god Suzaku from the myth appeared in the world. Every flap of its wings brought airflow, leaving a trail of red afterglow. The temperature of the small courtyard, which was originally very cold, quickly rose. The frozen fish pond regained its vitality, and the grass on the ground, which was frozen hard, was washed by the melted ice water and showed a lush emerald color.
A warm breeze blew, and Fang Hui swayed comfortably.
The temperature in the house rose a little bit, and the warm light of Suzaku outside dispelled the cold. Bingsha was frightened and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Who was the origin of this young man in front of him? He was originally a This is a young Taoist priest led by an old Taoist priest, but an ordinary Taoist priest should not be able to summon the Vermillion Bird to the world, right? This is one of the four great beasts...
No, now is not the time to get entangled with this. If you don't run now, you will die!
Bingsha raised his head and glanced at Ning Helan in front of him. The temperature in the house had risen very high. The ice cubes on the furniture were evaporated by Ning Helan's wave of hand before they could melt.
Bingsha released a wave of icy mist forward, ready to take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect Ning Helan to have already flashed behind him and punched his thick ice armor.
"Bang!"
Fang Hui and Qin Yang outside saw Bingsha fly through the wall and hit the ground hard. A sound like an eagle's cry came from the sky, and the red light in the sky became even brighter. The ice layer on Bingsha's body melted immediately, and he returned to his previous black humanoid appearance, but his magic was broken, and now he looked more like a skinny and dark man.
The Vermilion Bird in the sky cried loudly, flapped its wings, and descended red clouds. Then its figure became farther and farther, farther and farther, and slowly disappeared into the sky.
Fang Hui didn't have a mobile phone now, otherwise he would have wanted to take a picture of the Vermilion Bird. It would definitely be explosive news if he posted it on the Internet.
"Ahem..." Bingsha has lost all his cultivation, his spirit is seriously injured, and he is on the verge of death. He looked at Ning Helan who walked out of the house and snorted self-deprecatingly: "I really didn't expect you to be so strong. Ning Helan, who are you?"
Ning Helan walked steadily with a calm expression: "Just an ordinary college student."
"Hehe... ahem..." Bingsha covered his chest and watched Ning Helan approaching step by step, "The two people over there are hopeless. I ate their spirits, and now they only have their last breath left."
"What did you say!" Fang Hui almost jumped up. He ran to Fang Yu and Fang Yi. Sure enough, although the temperature around them had recovered, their body temperatures were getting lower and lower. "Brother, sister!"
Ning Helan glanced at the people on the ground calmly, and then his eyes fell back on Bingsha.
Bingsha was terrified by his emotionless eyes and moved back: "You... Even if you kill me, they can't be saved!"
Ning Helan didn't care what he said, and raised his hand to give him the final blow. Unexpectedly, Fang Hui suddenly rushed over, grabbed Bingsha, and slapped him in the face with a few big dicks.
Ning Helan: ...
"Give my brother and sister's souls back!" Fang Hui stared at Bingsha hatefully. Without waiting for him to say anything, he slapped him twice, "Give them back!"
Bingsha's mouth was bleeding. He sneered, "It's impossible to give them back. Your brother and sister's souls have gone to the underworld and cannot be saved."
After Bingsha finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose, waiting to see Fang Hui's shocked expression. Unexpectedly, Fang Hui suddenly calmed down after hearing it: "Oh, so that's it."
Bingsha:? ?
Qin Yang, who had been silent, suddenly let out a long "oh": "If we go to the underworld, can Xiao Hui go and find it?"
Bingsha was shocked. He glanced at Fang Hui and shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, impossible, you are just a lonely soul, you will definitely be caught by the ghost if you go to the underworld!"
Now it was Fang Hui's turn to smile: "Yeah, you are right."
Bingsha panicked and said: "Impossible! Impossible! How can you bring that soul back, a lonely soul like you..."
Fang Hui pushed him away, with a look of disgust: "Can't you go to the underworld and ask yourself?"
Ning Helan saw Fang Hui stand up, just raised his hand, and then saw Fang Hui turn around and punch Bingsha in the face again.
"Bang!"
Bingsha was hit so hard that his whole body fell to the side, and his teeth fell out. He covered his face and looked at Fang Hui.
"This punch is because you took over my body and said I have a small brain capacity."
"You...you!"
Bingsha was almost angry to death. Ning Helan walked in front of him, squatted down and looked at him at eye level: "How many people did you eat?"
"What?" Bingsha didn't know why Ning Helan asked such a random question.
"You, how many people did you eat?" Ning Helan seemed to think he didn't hear clearly, and repeated it word by word.
Bingsha didn't dare to answer immediately. He observed Ning Helan's expression, not knowing whether he was angry or in some other mood: "I, uh, said you would let me go?"
Ning Helan didn't answer him directly. His long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, half covering his beautiful pupils: "Don't make me repeat it for the third time."
Bingsha thought for a moment and said immediately: "Three, plus the two just now, it's five."
Qin Yang rolled his eyes at this ghost. He hated ghosts who eat people and people who hurt people from the bottom of his heart.
Fang Hui clasped his hands and snorted, "Little Taoist priest, why are you asking him this? He has already eaten five people. You won't let him go, will you?"
Ning Helan didn't say anything, but just stared at Bingsha with his deep and dark eyes. Bingsha was frightened by her stare. Since he couldn't let Ning Helan speak, he hurriedly changed his words, "I... I was wrong just now. I ate fifty... fifty!"
Qin Yang wanted to punch Bingsha after hearing this, "You actually ate so many people! You are really a devil!"
Fang Hui was also surprised, "Fifty! If you were a living person, you would have been shot fifty times or more. Why did you eat so many people?"
"...For cultivation, for becoming an immortal..." Bingsha stammered, and then looked at Ning Helan.
Ning Helan didn't say anything, but lowered his head and drew a formation with a stick where Bingsha was sitting. Bingsha was shocked and wanted to get up and run away, but his body was firmly held in place by an invisible force and couldn't move.
"You! Let me go! I just told the truth!" Bingsha thought Ning Helan would let him go, but he didn't expect Ning Helan to draw a formation to trap him silently.
"I didn't say I would let you go." Ning Helan ignored his yelling.
"Then why are you asking me!" Bingsha was angry and scared. He pounded the formation frantically, but he couldn't destroy it. He could only watch Ning Helan finish drawing the formation.
"Xiao Lan, what are you going to do with him?" Qin Yang asked.
"He was originally the evil spirit of a frozen person, and he is also a ghost. I wanted to kill him here, but he has eaten so many people, it would be too easy for him to die directly." Ning Helan stood up, his eyes glowing slightly, and the formation lit up, "Send him to the underworld, there will be someone there to judge him."
Bingsha shouted and wanted to run away, but no matter how he struggled, it was useless. Seeing a dark green black circle appear in the center of the formation, his body sank little by little. At this time, Ning Helan turned his head to look at Fang Hui, and Fang Hui blinked.
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't you going to the underworld to find the souls of your brother and sister?"
"Yes!" Fang Hui took a look at the formation, "How can I go? You won't let me use this, right?"
"Yeah." Unexpectedly, Ning Helan nodded, "You can go by on the way."
"..." Fang Hui didn't really want to be with this Bingsha. Who knows what he will do to him in the underworld? The key is that he can't beat him. If he dies in the underworld, can't he just dig a grave on the spot?
Unexpectedly, Ning Helan said: "If you don't go, your brother and sister's souls will be eaten by those wandering ghosts, and you will never find them again."