Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Pah, pah, pah! Three crisp slaps fell...
Pu Yueling and Chen Ruihao rushed forward, but were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they stood there in a daze, even though they were about fifty or sixty meters away from them.
White round paper money appeared out of thin air, and in the silent night, it fell from the sky above Bai Mu Ning like snowflakes. A large number of ghost soldiers waved their broken limbs wildly, piercing her body one by one, stirring up the paper money and making it fly all over the sky.
Bai Muning just sat on the ground, staring blankly ahead, as if he had lost all consciousness.
The neighing of war horses and the howling of ghosts mixed into the wind, making people's ears ache.
Chen Rui covered his ears uncomfortably. His mind was completely captured by the large number of evil spirits in front of him. He felt that the talisman paper placed close to his body by the production team was getting hot.
But what he was more afraid of was Bai Muning's current condition.
She knelt on the ground, her hands hanging loosely at her sides, the backs of her fingers rubbing the ground, her face facing the direction of him and Pu Yueling, but obviously not looking at them. She looked like she had lost her soul, which made people worry about her.
The group of ghost soldiers rushing forward with their backs to them were visibly excited.
The ghost in front disappeared after penetrating Bai Mu Ning's body. The tail of the team dispersed with a whoosh. Four skinny ghosts appeared among the crowded ghost heads. The four ghosts held two bamboo poles in their hands and strode towards Bai Mu Ning.
Only a few dozen breaths had passed since the incident occurred, and even Taoist Zan had not been able to get close.
The last four little ghosts in the team almost carried Bai Mu Ning onto a bamboo pole and carried him away!
Someone disturbed her formation!
Bai Qingqing felt a tight breath in her chest. She didn't have time to go back to the house to check the situation. She immediately drew three talismans in the air with spiritual energy as a guide, and waved them around Bai Mu Ning to protect her.
At the same time, Zan Fang took out five yellow talismans from the cloth bag on his waist. His lips moved quickly, and as a low and majestic curse was uttered, the five yellow talismans flew without wind and shot straight in front of Bai Mu Ning, blocking another talisman in front of Bai Qingqing's talisman.
The array is arranged in rows, suspended in the air without falling.
Like an invisible wall, it blocked the way of dozens of little ghosts at the end of the team.
The whole action happened too fast. The ghost soldiers suddenly appeared and approached in the blink of an eye. As soon as they made contact, Bai Muning collapsed to the ground in a daze. Two talismans turned into restrictions, one in front and one behind to protect her, but they were still too late to stop the ghost soldiers who disappeared in front from taking her soul away.
The twenty or so ghosts at the end of the remaining team found that the road ahead was blocked, so they looked at each other and decided to take a detour, disappearing in front of the barrier one after another.
Zan Fang wanted to chase the little ghost, but he had to take Bai Mu Ning's body into consideration. After weighing the pros and cons, he could only stay where he was, kneeling on one knee in front of her, taking out a copper incense burner and two incense sticks from the cloth bag, and placing them facing north. In the blink of an eye, three long incense sticks were in his palm.
Bai Qingqing was watching in amazement: "You want to set up an altar and perform a ritual now?"
Zan Fang did not answer, but took out a jar of transparent and sealed water and placed it in the center of the incense and candles. He took out the Emperor Bell from his waist, recited the magic spell quickly, pinched the Tianpeng Jue with his left hand, held the Emperor Bell with his right hand, and burned the talisman in the incense burner.
Bai Qingqing: “…”
The Beiji Tianpeng Fumo Mantra can destroy all evil. The full text has 149 characters and needs to be recited 49 times. In the ritual, clean water and incense are provided, an altar is set up facing north, the altar is cleansed, the gods are invited to write talismans, the mantra is chanted, the talismans are commanded, and the generals are sent out. Finally, the "Sending God Mantra" is recited to thank the gods.
By the time he finished the process, Bai Muning was dead.
At this time, only eight or nine of the little ghosts were left. Bai Qingqing ran to the tree in front, picked up the huddled rooster, and shouted to Zan Fang:
"Zan Fang, knife!"
Zan Fang kept talking, with beads of sweat on his temples. He took out a knife from the cloth bag at his waist and threw it to her.
Bai Qingqing took the knife with one hand and bit the scabbard in her mouth. She touched the chicken's head in her arms lovingly and covered its eyes. Then she quickly slashed the chicken's neck with the sharp blade. With a turn of the knife tip, she cut off the comb and threw the comb and the knife in front of Zan Fang.
Zan Fang turned his head and kept reciting, his calm eyes fluctuating. He didn't expect that Bai Qingqing actually knew that he needed Zhuguan Essence and helped him get it.
Bai Qingqing spread out her blood-stained palm and waved it in front of his eyes: "I want to use it too."
Zan Fang's heart was shaken. He recited the spell forty-nine times without losing his concentration. He quickly regained his focus, spread out the yellow talisman paper in front of the candle, took the warm cockscomb blood at his feet, dripped it on the cinnabar, quickly mixed it, and wrote the talisman on the yellow paper.
The warm chicken blood on Bai Qingqing's hands quickly cooled in the night wind, dripping down her fingers onto the ground.
She walked up to Bai Mu Ning, squatted down, and dotted her forehead with chicken blood. She then picked up her clothes and wiped the remaining blood. Without even turning her head, she said, "Master, I leave these four people to you."
After reciting the mantra forty-nine times, Zan Fang quickly formed seals with his hands and asked hastily, "What are you going to do?"
"Go chase the little devil."
There were only three or two little ghosts left in the group, and they were about to disappear from their sight.
Zan Fang frowned, his brows stern, and it was obvious that he did not agree.
Since he had just decided to stay and guard Bai Mu Ning's body, he had given up chasing after that team of ghosts.
Thinking about this, he said, "How can you chase after the escaped ghosts? They don't walk the ordinary roads of the living world. You, a living person, can't chase them!
I have finished reciting the spell. Now I just need to respectfully ask Marshal Tianpeng to dispel the evil spirits in Jilin Village. Once I am done, I will come back..."
"Use the soul-calling spell and the soul-guarding talisman to call back Bai Mu Ning's wandering soul, right?" Bai Qingqing continued.
As she spoke, she bent over, picked up something from the ground and put it into her palm. There was a bit of speechlessness in her eyes. She was too lazy to look at Zan Fang again. She rubbed a few gravel in her palm, wrapped her spiritual energy around it, and then she made a hand gesture with her left hand and threw the thing in her palm to the ground with her right hand!
A few faint lights illuminated a small area on the ground. Where the sound of pebbles falling to the ground was heard, the five stones stood up and turned into human shapes!
Zan Fang's pupils shrank.
Scattering beans to make soldiers? !
But it was clearly a stone!
The ghost soldiers that suddenly appeared on the village road have disappeared, but the evil spirits have not dispersed at all. They are still lurking and gathering in the village, blocking people's eyes.
The five stones turned into black-armored soldiers with bare hands, walking on the ground like real people, stepping on the white paper money under their feet. After a few steps, they followed the last little ghost and disappeared.
He was still unable to react and wondered how Bai Qingqing used the legendary technique of turning beans into soldiers, but he understood what she meant.
If the male cannot catch up, then use the female to chase.
Zan Fangzheng was thinking quickly, when he suddenly saw Bai Qingqing clasping her hands together, frowning and looking relaxed, concentrating her mind, and stepping into the thick fog of evil.
The wind is whistling.
Three footsteps came slowly from behind and beside him, slow and even.
Zan Fang raised the Emperor Bell in his hand and turned back suddenly following the sound, only to see Chen Ruihao and Pu Yueling walking forward in a disorderly manner with dazed eyes.
In another direction, Bai Songxu staggered out of Xiulan's house, apparently in the same state.
A broken picture flashed before his eyes.
Zan Fang bit his tongue to dispel his delusions, raised his right hand high, and shook the imperial bell in his hand violently. Three clear and crisp dings rang out.
"wake up!"
[! ! ! ]
[Oh my god, something happened! Where are the directors? They are just watching!]
[Ning Bao sitting on the ground without moving is so scary]
[What’s wrong with everyone? Is this acting or real? Don’t scare me]
[It feels like mass hysteria, that's what happens when the yin energy is too strong.]
[It’s absolutely true. Just now a large group of people suddenly appeared and disappeared. This kind of special effect can’t be captured in a live broadcast.]
[Help, help, should we call the police?]
[What can the police solve? Let’s see if anyone can contact the production team first. This episode was over-filmed. It’s like using the guests’ lives to do the work!]
[Where is Bai Qingqing? How come she disappeared after taking two steps...]
The incident happened within just five minutes, and the time clearly displayed on the phone was 1:10 in the morning.
The audience who stayed up late to watch the live broadcast were in chaos at this time, and they were frantically swiping the screens in each live broadcast room. Some netizens actually called the police, saying that something happened in Jilin Village, Tongze County.
Bai Qingqing shuttled through waves of dark fog.
From time to time, you can hear noisy ghost sounds, and from time to time it is extremely quiet. Sometimes scenes of villages and wild mountains pass by, and sometimes it turns into endless void.
The five black-armored soldiers mixed in the wild ghost team were all transformed by her spiritual energy. Even though their figures could not be seen, there was spiritual energy guiding them in the dark fog.
Bai Qingqing didn't follow closely behind, and took a look at the concrete scenes around her one by one, and found that most of them were desolate mountains and graves.
This group of ghosts are not the ancient soldiers who died in battle, nor are they the ghost soldiers from the underworld. They are just wild ghosts that were not taken away by the underworld after their death!
Now that the matter was roughly understood, Bai Qingqing had no intention of continuing to follow up.
She could have followed the wild ghosts to see where they ended up going, but Bai Mu Ning's body was still in Jilin Village and was not taken away by them.
The body and soul should not be too far apart, so Bai Qingqing quickened her pace and caught up with the end of the team.
When she came, she brought her hairband from the Jade House and put it on her wrist. Now she followed the team, holding the hairband in her palm, and with her right hand, she drew a trace of spiritual energy from the heaven and earth and injected it into the hairband. A light grey spiritual thread grew out from the hairband, it was so weak that it was almost broken, but there was still a trace of life left floating forward, extending into the endless road.
Bai Qingqing strode forward to the front row of the ghost team and patted Bai Muning on the shoulder: "Bai Muning, let's go."
The distant voice sounded unclear to her ears.
Bai Muning's soul was stopped by Bai Qingqing's palm on her shoulder. The large group of wandering souls seemed to be unable to see them and passed through Bai Muning's body and continued to move forward.
She pulled Bai Mu Ning's wrist and left the team.
Follow the direction of the silk thread and walk to a wilderness.
Then he walked around the large patch of black dead grass to the surrounding road, saw the road sign next to the driveway, and hurriedly pulled her away, returning to the unclosed ghost road and going back the way they came.
The closer he got to the body, the more condensed Bai Muning's energy became.
The evil on the ghost road was so thick that her soul trembled. When she approached Jilin Village, she heard the low and deep chanting of incantations. At the border between the human and ghost roads, a few wisps of golden light came forward to protect the door.
Bai Muning's body was still sitting on the ground.
Three spiritual talismans were fixed around her body in the shape of a triangle, and five yellow talismans formed a ring around her.
Zan Fang sat cross-legged directly opposite her, with his hands in seals and chanting scriptures, while the other three fell to the ground behind him.
Bai Qingqing let go of Bai Mu Ning's hand and pushed her soul back into her body. Without anyone urging her, she sat in on her own. Her body went limp and she fell to the ground.
Zan Fang opened his eyes.
Bai Qingqing stood in front of him and asked, "Are the three at the back still alive?"
Zan Fang nodded, feeling relieved to see that she was safe and sound.
Bai Qingqing smiled, turned around and went to Wang Xiulan's house.
He flicked on the light, walked around the square table in the bright main room, and nodded at the empty center of the formation on the table.
The little man she cut out is gone.
Bai Qingqing walked out of Wang Xiulan's house without stopping, and strode to Bai Songxu, who was dozens of steps outside the door.
He had just woken up, and the image he had just seen was still in his mind. He did not recognize Bai Qingqing's face for a moment. He supported himself on the ground with both hands, took a few steps back, and knocked over the red candle that Zan Fang had placed on the ground.
Bai Songxu was frightened and the sound of the candle falling to the ground made the hairs on his back stand on end.
Following the sound, he turned his head and looked behind him, and saw Bai Mu Ning sitting not far from him. A drop of blood flowed from her brow to the bridge of her nose. It had been flowing for an unknown amount of time before the blood had dried up.
He was even more frightened when he thought of the little cloth man he had seen on the table of the tailor's house just now. There was also a red spot of blood between his eyebrows, and his face turned pale immediately.
He just knows it!
That little cloth figure must be connected to Ningning. The only person who can do this is Bai Qingqing!
What did she do to Ning Ning? !
Bai Songxu suddenly looked around for Bai Qingqing, while getting up from the ground, he rushed to Bai Muning to support him.
Bai Mu Ning regained consciousness, but felt tired all over. She moved her arms, but had no strength. She only felt some hazy mist floating in front of her eyes.
Fragmented images flashed through her mind, making her head feel heavy.
She remembered that she was running just now.
Now the surroundings are quiet, as if everything has returned to peace, but she feels that she has walked a very long way, and spoken countless words to countless people across time.
The nerves in her head were hurting more and more, and her consciousness was pulling at her, causing her to feel dizzy. "Hmm..."
Several faces kept flashing before her eyes.
From the blurred facial outline to the scattered facial features, they are constantly pieced together.
The voices of men and women intertwined, as if many different voices had called her name.
"Bai Mu Ning, how are you? Are you okay?" Bai Songxu squatted beside Bai Mu Ning, steadying her body. Seeing that she looked pale, he quickly put the back of his hand against her face, which was cold to the touch.
Bai Songxu looked down and saw a bloodstain on the corner of her clothes, and he suddenly panicked.
His heart was beating like a drum, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a dark shadow approaching him and stretching its hand towards him.
Bai Songxu's eyes widened: "Bai Qingqing! What did you do to Ningning!"
Bai Qingqing squatted down calmly, standing in front of him so that her eyes were level with his. She stretched her left hand behind Bai Songxu's neck, tightly grasping the back of his collar and holding all the fabric at the collar in her palm.
In order to get a better grip, she turned her wrist and placed her dangling fingers on both sides of his neck.
The young man's throat was suddenly strangled, Bai Songxu's voice was stuck in his neck, he couldn't utter a word, and his face turned red.
He was still struggling to say something, but he saw Bai Qingqing raised her other hand towards him expressionlessly, and then with a "smack" sound, she brought it down hard on his left cheek!
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
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