Chapter 222: Convert the demons!

While Xue Fan was chattering
Neither Wang Yuanjing nor Tu Junfang paid any attention to him.

The two men were not fools, and they could not see clearly the intention of the flag bearer to deliberately provoke them.

“It seems like this is waiting for us?
"Brother, I don't think your little trick will work very well!"

Wang Yuanjing joked.

Logically speaking, Xue Fan ran directly to Tangbianzi Village, and the Bimo that Tu Junfang met should not have known his whereabouts.

It doesn't make sense at all that the corpse demon could get information about Xue Fan from him.

The ghost master probably knew that the two were coming and notified the shamans in Daliang Mountain through some means.

This is because they are afraid that the two of them won’t be able to find it!
Wang Yuanjing suddenly thought of the long corridor of spirit tablets that the two of them passed through in the mud-brick house.
Could it be that it was not a spirit tablet, but some kind of communication method?

In the plot, there seems to be a character named Quan Xing, who has similar methods.

Wang Yuanjing touched his chin and began to guess the meaning.

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As soon as these words were spoken, the corpse demon's face instantly turned ugly, and the look he gave Xue Fan became dangerous.

Xiao Xue, who was good at reading the air, immediately closed his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

"Your banner was torn off. How did you survive here?"

Immediately, Wang Yuanjing thought of another thing.

He glanced at the bull-headed spirit pinned to the floor by the White Skeleton Bodhisattva.

Although this thing was easily subdued, it could still be considered a ghost king if it were left outside.

Regarding this question, Xue Fan said very honestly:

"Although the banner is gone, my stick suddenly has a new function."

"Oh?"

Wang Yuanjing and the other person looked at the man carrying the banner at the same time.

They all remembered what the ghost master had said outside before.

Xue Fan raised the stick in his hand and walked in front of the White Bone Bodhisattva. The latter's eyes flashed bloodshot, revealing his dangerous intentions.

"I'll hit it!"

The man carrying the banner smiled awkwardly, pointed at the ox-headed spirit that was pinned to the ground by the White Skeleton Bodhisattva, and waved the stick in his hand.
"Snapped"

The shadow of the stick flashed, and the bull-headed spirit's body trembled violently, and suddenly fell into a state of stiffness.

"That's it."

He withdrew the stick from his hand and turned around.

This thing
Wang Yuanjing looked interested.

He clearly saw that when Xue Fan's stick touched the spirit, the stick suddenly emitted a faint black light.

This black light is not noticeable due to the influence of the environment.

It's hazy, some look like words, and some look like patterns.

“The spirits are afraid of this stick.

“Those who are weaker don’t even dare to approach.

“But the deeper you go into this place, the stronger the spirits you encounter.

“I walked in and then walked back out.”

Xue Fan explained.

He seemed very sure that Wang Yuanjing and Tu Junfang would come to rescue him.

It seems that this is what the Ghost Lord said was given to Xue Fan.

Wang Yuanjing withdrew his gaze and thought.

The stick should have some ancient writing on it, which has special attack on spirits.
In this extraordinary world.

Words can carry power.

This reminded him of the foreigner who used runes that he had met in the Twenty-Four Sections Tongtian Valley before.

Including the talismans of Xuanmen.
These are all examples.

“Are there many spirits here?”

Tu Junfang asked.

He and Wang Yuanjing had only encountered one after walking for so long, but from Xue Fan's tone it didn't seem to be the case.

“It’s very little, but it’s huge here.

"The deeper you go, the stronger the spirit becomes."

Xue Fan replied.

Wang Yuanjing nodded, and a guess in his mind was confirmed.

Even once you enter this valley, the concentration of yin energy is distributed in a stepped manner.

The deeper you go, the heavier the yin energy becomes. The instinct of spirits will prompt them to gather in places with heavy yin energy.

The three of them exchanged their respective experiences.
I learned from Xue Fan that this Yin Mountain actually has a special feature - there is no need to eat.

“It’s not that I’m not hungry”

Wang Yuanjing glanced at the pale-faced Xue Fan and said in a ghostly voice.

"As we all know, only living things have physiological needs."

Xue Fan was horrified:

"You mean I'm dead?"

Wang Yuanjing stared at him in confusion, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

The people carrying the banners are filled with endless sorrow.

I didn't expect that I would have to accept the reality of death just after I saw the dawn.

After a while
Wang Yuanjing felt that the time was right, so he said:
"You have to find a way out quickly, or you will really die."

"Really? I'm still alive?"

When Xue Fan heard that he was still alive, he immediately perked up.

Tu Junfang looked at him with pity.

Has this guy's brain been messed up by the evil spirit?
If you were dead, how could you still be standing here and talking to us?

"real."

Wang Yuanjing replied.

Powerful mutants are able to reduce their body's intake of external substances through various means.

But this is obviously not the case with Xue Fan.

This guy has been here for so long, he should have starved to death.

However, he checked Xue Fan's body and found nothing abnormal except for some excessive Yin energy.

Is that the stick?

In addition to causing powerful damage to spirits, it can also lock up the vitality in the body?

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Wang Yuanjing's eyes.

Since the Ghost Lord had plans for the two of them, there was no way he would let Xue Fan die here before the two of them arrived.

However, he wanted to teach Xue Fan a lesson, so he threatened him.

"Then let's go quickly."

The man carrying the banner urged anxiously.

"Don't worry, I need to figure out some things first.

"Brother, you and Xue Fan step back first, the farther the better. I'm going to use some tricks on this guy."

Without even turning his head, Wang Yuanjing stared at the ox-headed spirit pinned to the ground by the White Bone Bodhisattva, his eyes flickering.

"Let's go."

Tu Junfang nodded, but Xue Fan wanted to say something, but was grabbed by the collar and dragged away.

Wait until you are sure the two are far away.
what you up to?
The White Bone Bodhisattva looked at his host with some doubt.

"It would be a pity to kill this guy."

Wang Yuanjing replied.

But there was one thing he didn't say in his mind: he didn't know whether this guy could be killed.

What kind of attitude did those witches have that made them seal these spirits and throw them in there?

To be on the safe side, before I figure this out
These spirits cannot die yet, at least not in their own hands.

So what to do?
The White Bone Bodhisattva asked.

After years of companionship, she has long been familiar with her host's style of doing things.

He will never let go of anyone or anything that may threaten him.

Wang Yuanjing laughed, and then gave an answer that surprised the White Bone Bodhisattva:
"Aren't you a Bodhisattva? Then it's up to you to save the evil spirits here, starting with this guy."

He pointed at the spirit on the ground.

Degree?

　Today's update is 6,000.

　　The first three days were sloppy, and I fucked four people for three days, and I owed another 6k.

　　Sorry, the author has not been in a good state these days.

　　I went back home during the Dragon Boat Festival, and was tied up with some trivial matters.

　　Sorry.

　　The debts I owe will definitely be paid off this month, and I will start paying 8 yuan a day from tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)