Chapter 18: The White-Bodied Evil Spirit
In sleep.

Time suddenly went back to the past.

The warm sun shines on the old street, willow catkins are floating, and old people sit in groups of three or four in the sun chatting.

Wu Xian was squatting in front of the hotel, surrounded by several half-grown children.

They are playing clapping cards.

The toys used in this game are round cards printed with game or anime characters. Usually, out-of-print cards that are no longer issued are more valuable. Both parties take turns using their own cards to fan the other party's cards. As long as they knock over the cards, they can win the other party's cards.

They had been playing for over an hour.

Wu Xian had a plastic bag full of cards in his hand, but the children only had a few cards left.

Snapped!
The last card was also turned over.

Wu Xian put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. He stood up and was about to leave with the card. Outside the dream, he also showed a satisfied smile. This kind of happiness was what he longed for since he was a child, but he never had the chance to experience.

Five kids grabbed him and started to act like a spoiled brat, surrounding and pushing him.

"Give it back to me. Return what you took from us!"

strangeness……

In the dream, Wu Xian sensed something was wrong. Why was he asking for the things he had taken away instead of the round card he had won?

"If you don't pay it back, then die!"

As Wu Xian gradually woke up, the tone of these children became ferocious. The whole environment became dark, gloomy and deep, and the buildings became distorted and alienated.

what!
Wu Xian bit his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain instantly woke him up from his dream.

The first thing Wu Xian saw when he woke up was six eyes.

The desolate moonlight shone into the room. Beside Wu Xian's window, there stood three pale little men.

These three little men clearly had the bodies of young children, but the faces of old men. Their wrinkled faces were extremely scary, and their dark eyes without whites exuded a chilling hatred.

The three little evil children pushed and shoved Wu Xian's body, and every touch brought a piercing pain.

They shouted in strange voices that sounded both old and childish.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me!"

The scene was indeed somewhat scary, and Wu Xian quickly got under the quilt. It was not because he was scared, but because he needed to use the quilt to block off some time to think about how to deal with it.

But Wu Xian saw two pale old faces under the quilt again.

The dark eyes stared at Wu Xian without any emotion.

"屮!"

After being discovered by Wu Xian, the two little ghosts also started to move. They began to slap Wu Xian's body with their palms, and the cold pain poured in from the small palm prints.

Well known.

If you touch someone else's quilt, you may easily touch things you shouldn't touch.

The same thing happened to the two little children. Their little palms suddenly felt a long, hot object.

Copper coin sword!
If you encounter a ghost with a fever, you can kill the evil spirit!
"ha!!!"

The two children let out silent but shrill screams.

Wu Xian quickly seized the opportunity, lifted the quilt, raised his sword with a murderous look on his face and was about to chop.

His ferocious appearance frightened the little children so much that they trembled all over. They hid in the corner with fear on their faces, looking aggrieved and helpless.

Wu Xian was stunned.

I haven't even started yet, and you're already so scared?

Then I won’t be afraid of you!

Wu Xian sneered, raised the copper coin sword and was about to chop melons and vegetables, but just as he was about to kill a small evil spirit, he stopped.

"Something's wrong!"

"These little monsters are too weak."

"Qi Zhiyong once said that the more powerful the evil spirit is, the greater the restrictions it faces. These little creatures are probably able to sneak into the room silently because they are weak. They may be even lower than wandering evil spirits."

"How dare something like this attack me so brazenly?"

Wu Xian immediately realized the crux of the matter. There was one difference between today and yesterday, that is, there was no living person living in the marked room, and the big evil spirit that broke into the room had made a wasted trip.

Perhaps because of this, the big evil spirit changed its action mode and released these child evil spirits personally to test which of the remaining rooms had living people!

If this is the case, a new question arises: can the big evil spirits communicate with these small evil spirits?

Wu Xian bets it can't!

Maybe the big evil spirit is judging whether there is someone in the room by the loss caused by the small evil spirit!
So Wu Xian put away the copper coin sword and gave a gentle smile.

"Let's play."

The child asked in a weak voice: "Play, what to play?"

"Number reading, neurasthenia, interested?"

"Okay, okay!"

Let's keep these little things alive and see how things develop.

……

The long, depressing night was about to end, and with half an hour left before dawn, the confused little ghosts fled from Wu Xian's room one after another.

Wu Xian stood up from the ground and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

There were more than thirty small bruises on his body, all left by those little kids. They felt cold to the touch and were sharply painful when pressed.

But fortunately, these hand prints only cause pain and will not affect Wu Xian's actions.

Based on yesterday's experience.

Wu Xian opened the door and entered the corridor with ease.

As soon as he went out, he looked towards Room 408. Yue Mei's door was kicked open, and the room looked like it had been robbed ten times. Everything was smashed, and there were no props or statues left.

"It seems that my guess is correct."

This proves that Yu Yinghua's fingerprint mark did not mark a person, but a room or door, so it would be safe as long as you leave the marked room.

But the emergence of the child ghost has added a new variable.

If you fail to kill anyone once and a child demon appears, what about the second and third time? Will the difficulty of the blessed land increase as everyone escapes repeatedly?
It should be possible.

Wu Xian shook his head: "It seems that we still need to make trouble."

He looked around and found new mud and water palm prints at Shi Ji's door, but this time Wu Xian just looked at them and did not make any extra movements.

……

As daybreak approached, the door opened.

The survivors living in the hotel are the same people from last night.

Wu Xian glanced at everyone's faces and found that he seemed to be the only one with palm prints on his face. Everyone's face was clean, as if he was the only one attacked by the evil spirit last night.

But the dark circles under everyone's eyes indicated that no one slept well last night.

Qi Zhiyong was especially tired.

In order to guard against the big evil spirit, he was on high alert the whole night, but he only waited for a group of small evil spirits in white bodies. Now he was racking his brains, but couldn't figure out why he was not the one who was attacked last night.

He looked at everyone's faces again and again, and finally fell on Wu Xian's dark circles.

Suddenly I was startled.

Could it be that he was being plotted against?

Wu Xian looked like he was about to die on the first day.

But he is still alive and well today, and he can often provide some important clues. The person Qi Zhiyong offended the most happened to be Wu Xian.

The information about the handprints and the attack was also provided by Wu Xian.

The more Qi Zhiyong thought about it, the more suspicious he felt about Wu Xian. The look in his eyes made Wu Xian feel a little guilty.

"Ahhh!"

The sudden scream interrupted Qi Zhiyong's thoughts.

　Child Ghost: Yijian Zhi - Yijian Ding Zhi Volume 13 Li Yu and the Fight with Ghosts
　　Wuwei Jun ordered Li Yu to meet the new county governor at the west of the city. After walking for more than ten miles, he heard that it was still far away, so he returned home. Suddenly, a hundred children came out from the side of the road. They were all only four or five years old. They shouted and rushed forward. They surrounded and beat them. Li was not afraid at first. He fought with them. Every time he punched, dozens of them fell to the ground. However, they stood up immediately and dispersed and got together again. This happened four times. Someone jumped onto his shoulders, took the towel and grabbed his hair. Li became more embarrassed. He could not escape. He kept beating and moving forward. An old man in a cloth robe and straw sandals came out from nowhere. He shouted in a stern voice, "This official always holds the Lotus Sutra. If you harm him, won't you be a burden to me?" He shouted and ordered him to leave. The children then dispersed and the old man disappeared. Li went back to the door but could not walk. The doorman helped him back home. When he got home, he was unconscious. His sons lifted his clothes to look at him. He saw that his body was covered with bruises. They went to the place to call back his soul and asked monks to chant sutras. This lasted for more than half a year. At first he could walk with a stick. The old man thought he was the god of the land. It was the 28th year of Shaoxing.
　　
　
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