Chapter 48 Entering the battle

"Are you still a man?!"

Even far away, An Ran frowned at the strong smell of blood.

The Zhang family boy's ghost exorcism array was still running, but people stayed inside, while the man hanging on the ground watched motionless.

The faint smell of charcoal from the vines floated over, and Cui Yu endured the tearing feeling in his chest and wailed back: "I'm not a human at all."

Looking along the sound, An Ran and Tu Minglang followed the magic weapon to lead the way, breaking through many obstacles. The blood mist forced its way into the core of the ghost realm.

Tu Minglang is thinner than when he was seen in the video a few months ago, his belly is deflated, and his face is full of vicissitudes of life.

But his sister Shenwei, who has become the "tourism ambassador" of Li Village, has not changed from the past. She is still a bastard and has deep opinions on Cui Yu.

An Ran scolded: "How energetic are you when you chase someone? I won't save you after we break up. It's my fault that I came here quickly!"

Cui Yu didn't bother to refute her words and quietly glared at Tu Minglang.

An Ran grasped the pendant around her neck, and immediately the black tourmaline turned into a heroic beast with sharp fangs.

The leopard has a black and gray head with alternating stripes, a body as strong as an elephant, and a long lin tail trailing behind.

Si Lang has grown up, and An Ran tries to undo the spell on it with Uncle Hua's persuasion.

After regaining freedom, the little guy's appetite increased day by day, and his need to swallow evil spirits increased. The hostess had no choice but to take him to patrol around the village every day.

He is much bigger and has a more unrestrained temperament. Siyuehu is worried that being around will make his son more willful and even act against his master's wishes, so he chooses to join the Yu family, one of the six famous ghost exorcists. , bid farewell to Silang.

Over the years, Si Lang's presence with her has become the most solid source of confidence for people in Licun.

As long as Boss An is here, there won't be any evil spirits wandering around and causing trouble.

But as soon as this guy landed, he turned around and saw Cui Yu, and his pupils instantly shrank.

"Woo...aow..."

An Ran patted its back and murmured: "Silang, you haven't been out for a long time and you are so scared. Go, you have to rescue Zhang Jigang as soon as possible..."

She wanted to repay her kindness. The boy is now trapped in the formation he set up.

It was clear that the evil ghost had been disinfected, but the undercurrent of evil spirits lingered, forming a vortex that went straight to the roof.

The whirlpool swept away all the wreckage and innocent souls around him. Zhang Sheng's vision was blocked, and he could not stand firmly due to the collision of sand and gravel under his feet. Hu Mulu, who was still in front of him just now, screamed shrilly and was dragged into the darkness.

When the resentment reaches a certain level, even if it is eliminated, the ghost will leave a backlash before it disappears, trying to drag the exorcist who ruined his long-cherished wish into Abi Hell.

"Jigang! Can you hear—"

Zhang Sheng knelt down to adjust his breath and heard An Ran's voice coming from outside.

He paused, then slowly leaned over near the source of the sound and said, "An Ran? Why do you know the entrance to the Ghost Realm...what's going on outside...cough..."

When Zhen Zhen was forcibly dragged, he was struck by the power of the minced meat monster. The limbs were shaken hard, and now every breath was accompanied by pain.

He wanted to use the healing spell to relieve the injury, but when he used the magic, he was hit by a sharp stabbing pain in the heart.

"Ah... wipe..." Cold sweat broke out on his back and he almost fainted.

The pain of backlash is related to the number of evil ghosts in the ghost realm. Although the leading ghost that controlled the mind of the minced meat monster has disappeared, there are still dozens of ghosts who have not transferred their souls.

Healing or escape techniques cannot be used in this field. The harder he charges and resists, the stronger the backlash will be.

Zhang Sheng's heart tightened, thinking that the strange flame was Tu Ling's fire from the depths of the underworld. If he really had a head-on confrontation with these evil spirits, he might faint before escaping.

"I was cursed and couldn't get out of the ghost exorcism array."

Zhang Sheng relied on the Pure Soul Dragonfly to transmit his voice, but he collapsed in the array and was exhausted. His good physical fitness when he first entered the police academy was worn away by the accumulated busyness. , the whole person is thinner than then.

After staying in the ghost realm for too long, his injured wrist seemed to have been deboned and he could no longer feel any sensation.

Without the blessing of the accompanying magic weapon, every time Zhang Sheng enters the ghost realm, he is like a high-loaded part that can be shattered at any time. Whether he is successful or encounters difficulties, he is always the one to face it.

An Ran suddenly felt bad. He had never heard of a ghost exorcist who couldn't get out of the trap he had set.

There are also traces of burning hot coals all over the place, which can vaguely restore the chaotic state here half an hour ago.

An Ran turned over and jumped onto Silang, and told Zhang Sheng: "You retreat, I will try to break the formation..."

"No, Boss An, don't take risks." Zhang Sheng shook his head after hearing this. He was familiar with forcefully breaking in. The pain in other people's formations, once he met a young ghost exorcist who competed with him. As soon as the ghost exorcism formation was completed, he was broken into by that person...

Who knew that the barrier around the formation formed a solid barrier? , and knocked the reckless young man away. He suffered a fractured patella on the spot and lay on the ground asking for help. After the incident, he even blackmailed him!

He had considered it to be related to his experience in reincarnation, and had been very careful not to encounter ghost exorcists with other interests in the process of handling the appointment order, but he still ran into two "old friends".

Silang obeyed the master's instructions, lowered the two talismans, and rushed towards the barrier along the soul-soothing array set up by An Ran.

The vortex of wind blew up, and Zhang Sheng was almost thrown upside down. There was nothing to grab onto. He only managed to land on the ground by the friction of his boot soles.

Seeing that Si Lang's big head was about to hit the barrier, Tu Minglang tightened his fingers and put his hand on his lips to concentrate his voice: "Sister! - are you okay?"

Cui Yu stretched out one leg to block the barrier. At Tu Minglang's feet, he was chasing An Ran's figure. Tu Minglang didn't even care about looking at the road and tripped.

Tu Minglang: "...Brother Cui, what are you doing with my feet?"

The black flesh on Cui Yu's chest was scabbed, and the bleeding had stopped, but he felt it was too ugly, so he simply stretched out his hand to pull off the rotten flesh wrapped around his clothes. Lose.

Tu Minglang frowned and thought he was crazy again.

An Ran is very confident in her talent. Compared with disinfecting methods, her gentler magic power is more suitable for taming resentful spirits or magical weapons lingering in them.

That time when Ah Chao failed, her curiosity got the better of her. Later, when she followed Tu Minglang to report to the Crime Department, she tested her ability. It stands to reason that she could enter Zhang Sheng's formation.

When Tu Minglang saw Cui Yu's miserable state like a broken doll, he stretched out his hand. The thin threads intertwined with golden light flexibly penetrated the fabric, sutured the rotten flesh, and tied knots at both ends. The pain was lessened.

Cui Yu smiled: "Brother Tu, are you working as a tailor in the Crime Department? You are good at sewing. Please mend my shirt."

Tu Minglang wanted to kick him, but he felt that Cui Yu could not be kicked. Scary character.

He glanced at the man with a slight smile on his face, and asked with a serious expression: "When are you going to tell my sister, Zhang Sheng... about Grandmaster Zhang Sheng?"

Cui Yu turned his head and suddenly raised his eyebrows without realizing it: " He won't listen to anything I say to Zhang Sheng now. If I could understand his plan, would he need you to come? "

No one he has encountered in tens of thousands of years has dared to be as tyrannical as Zhang Sheng. He was ordered by Zhang Sheng not to appear in human form in the ghost realm, and not to act without his orders.

But he is in charge of the source of mana of the underworld kid, which is equivalent to forcing him to pretend to be weak in front of a group of useless toys, and it is very difficult for him to act.

Cui Yu: "Tu Linghuo has nothing to do with me. He told me to get out, and I never returned to the country, you know."

The man gritted his teeth secretly, with a tepid expression on his face.

Tu Minglang laughed at him: "I call you Dese. You must be disliked because you don't have a love rival. Now, do you want to know who brought Tu Linghuo from the underworld?"

Cui Yu returned his look, "Even if I know, Do I need to tell you?" Tu Minglang rolled his eyes, supported his waist and said, "Okay... just watch the fun here, watch hard, Zhang Sheng will turn into a corpse later, look at you Can this bastard still be proud?"

"He still has the energy to curse, so he's probably fine,"

Cui Yu said suddenly, listening to that person's inner voice.

"Except for the Ling Teng, I brought all the magical weapons you mentioned. Let's take a look." Tu Minglang opened the zipper of his backpack and showed several things inside.

Cui Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the dusty purple pot in it: "You can't clean it, it's dirty. I don't want to touch it."

"Brother Cui... you're going too far! I worked hard to carry it here!"

he said. , Tu Minglang still used the wire control obediently, and wiped the magical instrument with a paper towel, cleaning off the dust and making the magical instrument look brand new.

"Silang..." An Ran was hindered. When he found out, Silang was in a very bad state, as if his mind was affected by something sinister, and he shook his head and struggled desperately.

She had already half-stepped in, and was just about to find Zhang Sheng to carry him out of the magic circle, but just when she blindly grabbed Zhang Sheng's shoulder, Silang screamed in pain.

"Woo..."

The huge creature was lifted into the air by an invisible force and hit the ground hard. Silang didn't understand what happened. It kept issuing warnings to remind its owner to pay attention to what was behind it.

"Zhang...Ji Gang...quickly, give me your hand!"

Without looking back to see the damage to her device, An Ran reluctantly focused on rescuing people, but Zhang Sheng mentioned to her: "Boss An, your My hands will be crippled... I still have a few ghosts who haven't transferred their souls and can't leave."

An Ran roared, "You're a chicken-feathered soul! When the wind vortex drags you in, I'll have to transfer your souls out! ……"

no! It was out of reach...

and the arm that was squeezed into the magic circle felt a strong suction and moved inward little by little.

She supported her body with all her strength, but she was light in weight and had no temper to hold on with force. It was too late when she realized that she was about to be dragged into the formation.

In desperation, Silang bit An Ran's skirt, fearing that her master would be dragged into danger by unknown forces, but An Ran thought about the two grown men standing behind her, and there was a risk that her skirt would be exposed at any time.

"You little bastard... talk! Don't bite my skirt..."

Cui Yu laughed out loud at the chaos.

"Huh... Are you sure this is to save people, not to cause trouble?" Cui Yu saw Tu Minglang rushing over, wrapping a thread around his sister's waist and pulling her back, and then struck again, "I know I'm going to be pretty in the ghost land, so I'm wearing a skirt. It’s amazing what women care about.”

An Ran spat: “No matter what I wear, it’s better than hiding behind a woman like you, a coward!…”

An Ran’s voice suddenly disappeared, and most of his body entered the magic circle, with his butt facing forward. The external posture is slightly awkward.

An Ran blinked at him, smiled dryly and said, "...Well, wait for me for a while."

Zhang Sheng was completely speechless.

Are these three here to make fun of you? ? ...