MTL - There’s A Beauty-Chapter 5 Forty thousand
Paranormal powers have similarities with spiritual constitutions. If you focus your mental power on your eyes, you can see things that don't exist in the real world. The general soul body energy is relatively weak and does not show its original shape, but Li Gui belongs to the super energy body. As long as you have a careful identification, you can still see the appearance of a debt collector. The other party is not yet strong enough, the so-called entity is just a vague figure, looking dry and thin and very cumbersome. He didn't seem to be willing to give up the body, and often flew up and down around the maggot, shouting, "Return the flesh to me! This pair of skins should have been mine!" Then he pushed out and pushed .
Someone feels that the skin is cold and cold, but he can't do anything about it, he can only pretend that he hasn't seen or heard anything. The mist on the debt collectors is getting stronger and stronger, and the facial features are clearer every day. In contrast, some people in Yushui Village have begun to experience symptoms such as dizziness, malaise, and weight loss.
Some people know that they are also entangled in debt collectors, because they have no spiritual power to protect them, and they will be sucked away. If they continue, they will not die. You can't save them, in fact, he can't even save himself. Li Gui is growing, but his mental strength is still stagnant. No matter how he meditates, he cannot be quickly promoted. Perhaps in a few years, this Li Gui will kill him.
So he distributed the maltose that Mrs. Song made to herself to the children in the village, and let them spread the ghosts nearby. He did it very skillfully, and when the adults asked, they didn't know why the rumors started. There were no ghosts in the village, and the people nearby were unclear, but a few unlucky eggs haunted by ghosts were shocked and then realized.
It didn't take long for several families to jointly invest in a "magnificent master" to walk from the village head to the end of the village with a compass, pointing here and there, a little bit noisy. As they passed by their own home, Youyi was pinching a piece of maltose and licking his heart. He saw the ghost following behind the mage, and his long tongue inserted into the mage Tianling cover, as if he was sucking something.
The mood of anticipation suddenly fell through. This mage is obviously a liar, and he didn't even notice the ghosts nearby, how can he catch ghosts? However, on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent, dancing for half an hour with a peach sword, and then spitting at the candlestick with wine, a huge flame was raised, which attracted the villagers' continuous applause.
There was a cormorant standing at the outer periphery of the crowd. After licking maltose, he took out a candied fruit from his pocket, slowly sucked the sweet juice in his mouth, and shook his head while walking. That night, someone found the mage's body in the vegetable field on the east side of the village. His clothes were soaked with alcohol, and it seemed that he was drunk and stumbled to death.
Mother Song and Bai Yan whispered together, saying that the teacher died badly. Youhao pulled away from meditation, her brows frowned tightly, her expression was very dignified. Although the debt collector had a grudge before, it was not so heavy. Now that his life is affected, will the grudge change? You should know that Li Gui is also classified as zombies, and whether there is human life in his hand is an important criterion for judging their danger.
Someone knows that this ghost is becoming more and more dangerous, and he must find a way to save himself as soon as possible. He never thought of communicating with the other person, and justifying a ghost with a ghost like praying for a zombie don't eat people is a delusional wish. He didn't know the yin and yang art, he didn't know how to catch ghosts, and he didn't learn anything, so he had to pick up Song's Buddhist scriptures and chant silently all day. However, he was an atheist and had no devotion to the Buddha, and the scriptures he read became verbal, which had no effect on Li Gui.
After two months in this way, three people died in the village one after another. Youzhe was afraid to go out at this time, and Gein's ghost had completely become a human figure, and it was no longer a mist of mist. He often pushes him into the pond while he is unprepared, or smashes heavy objects placed on his head against his head. Fortunately, the crickets came from the end of the world, and the survival skills were full. After falling into the pond, they swam back. When the heavy objects fell, they avoided the danger, but they went back to a serious illness and had a fever for more than ten days.
Mother Song was frightened, and he spent a lot of money to bring in a famous doctor from Liangzhou City to treat the young master. She also bought a small ginseng tonic and digged out her family to save people.
After the rickets healed a lot, her cheeks were sunken, her skin was waxy yellow, and she had lost all her spirits. She looked like a skin monkey. He was quieter than before, holding the Buddhist scriptures all day long, not speaking and showing no expression, anxious to mother Song and Bai Yan.
This day is the birthday of Shakya Rulai. Kaiyuan Temple will hold a grand unveiled party. Ms. Song and Bai Yuan have some sesame oil and intend to pray for the young master. The three took the ox cart to the temple, where the crowds were crowded and the yang was very strong. Li Gui lives by inhaling yang, but it only targets individuals. If tens of thousands of yang are brought together, they will cause great harm.
When Li Gui saw the fiery red sun rising in the air, he was scared to hide. The chilly feeling of clinging to his back disappeared instantly, holding back looking back *. He dragged Song's mother's clothing corner and followed her to the front hall. Mother Song had already been ready to worship hundreds of Buddha statues in the temple, praying for the young master, and worried that he was tired, so she let him take him out to play.
Bai Zhuan pulled out of the hall, saw a lottery fortune-telling booth next to him, and for a while he felt irritable, so he took out a copper plate and bought a bunch of sugar gourds for the young master, let him stand by, and then bought another Blessing bags, the lindens that ran to the outer courtyard hang down.
A cricket stood on the open space outside the hall, licking the cantaloupe expressionlessly, suddenly felt a tingling in the back, turned his head to look, but saw a group of children in Yushui Village standing not far away, holding their hands Snowball smashed at himself, whispering authentically, "Fool, come here, come after us."
You have lived up to fifteen years old and have a very quiet personality. How can you play with a group of little farts? He turned his head and continued to lick the sugar gourd expressionlessly. A group of children refused to stop, deliberately pinching the snowball as hard as a stone, and smashing at him. You can't escape the snowballs that are densely like raindrops, so you have to run around and scan the surroundings at the same time to see if there is any place to hide.
There was flat ground all around and there was no shelter. Someone wanted to run into the hall, but saw a few children standing at the door, blocking the way, with a malicious smile on his face. To the south is a high wall, there is no escape route, only a large bamboo basket is placed in the corner, and I don't know who left it. Unable to do so, he had to run over and flip the big bamboo basket over to hold himself. Raindrop-like snowballs hit the bamboo basket, making a crackling noise, and fine snowdrops penetrated through the gap and splashed on his face, freezing him to snore.
When a group of children saw a cricket, they just evaded and did not resist. They felt the bullying thrill more and more. After smashing the snowball, they picked up a wooden stick and planned to open the bamboo basket and beat the cricket. A cricket squatted in a bamboo basket and licked the sugar gourd expressionlessly. People who have experienced the last days know a truth. Even if the situation is critical, you can't throw away food when you escape. So there was a mess around the open space, and the sugar gourd in his hand was still tightly pinched.
Under the eaves of Nobita Palace, a 14-year-old boy is squinting at the farce. He is standing tall, with the belt as the wind, and the immature facial features have been faintly revealing a peerless appearance, and even his wealth is even more daunting. Two sturdy entourages were guarded to the left and right, guarded.
"Master, would you like to drive them away?" One of them asked in a low voice.
"No, it's funny." The young man waved his hand. "This is the way of the world. It's nothing more than bullying and bullying, bullying, even a three-year-old child."
"Sir, that belongs to save the child?" The other stepped forward.
"Can't die, what can I save?" The boy's tone was cold and his expression was very indifferent.
Not far away, a group of children were about to open up the bamboo basket and beat them up. In case some uncle suddenly stood up against the bamboo basket, quickly grabbed one of the children's wooden sticks and knocked **** his leg. The man fell to the ground and wailed with his legs. The others hurried around to help, but there was a tortoise, like a little turtle, knocking on a bamboo basket and knocking all the children down a few times. Although his soul is fifteen years old, his body is only five years younger than these children. These children can beat him up, why can't he fight back?
Youyi beat a group of bear children to crying father, and then went to the lead child, grabbed a few snow, and poured them into each other's clothes. The boy screamed so loudly that he was desperate to dig out the snow. Youhao picked up the candy gourd that had fallen on the snow, blew it, and walked away with no expression on her face. When he walked to no one, he suddenly felt a cold wind, and then he was held by a big hand on the back of his head, and was pressed into the heavy snow that was too late to clean.
Snowballs block your mouth and nose, making it difficult for breathing. The brain is beginning to show signs of hypoxia, and consciousness is gradually blurred. He faintly heard a vicious voice whispered in his ear, "My name has been printed on the life and death book of King Yan Luo, but you take my flesh and make me a lonely ghost! Then you have to collect debts for me. Now that the forty-two silvers have been spent, you can die! "Then the words fell, and the harder I was, I pressed them into the snow.
The uncle struggling, but to no avail, seeing that his breath was about to die, the ghost suddenly said in shock, "Purple Dragon Qi? How can there be a person with a Purple Dragon Qi here?"
The big hand on the back of the head disappeared instantly, and Aya quickly turned over to sit up, panting and gasping, and a small face turned into a liver color. At the same time, a pair of black soap boots approached, standing three meters in front of him.
"Why do you bury yourself in the snowdrift?" The man came to his feet with a pair of sharp sword eyebrows slightly raised, showing a little curiosity. 2k novel reading network
