Chapter 192: Ghost Slayer Leaves a Remnant Fragrance

Bang!
Human basketball has not finished its words.

There was a huge force hitting it on the back of the head, and it pounced towards Sun Qian fiercely. There were not many people in the corridor, and the ball-bouncing ghost launched an attack.

Sun Qian quickly squatted down with his head in his hands.

The head hit the wall behind Sun Qian with tremendous force, leaving a small dent!

Now Sun Qian understood why the ball-bouncing ghost's face was sunken.

It was hit by the ball!
"Big guys, save me!"

Choking!

The blood-painted ghost-head knife was unsheathed, and the invisible evil spirit made the hairs of everyone present stand on end.

Wu Xian held a knife and slashed towards the place where the basketball had just been hit, but he missed.

Zhang Wei warned: "Be careful, the ghost is behind you!"

Liao Yifang was as fast as lightning. She ran two steps to Wu Xian's side and kicked at Wu Xian from behind, but her kick missed.

"The ghost is squatting!" Zhang Wei continued to remind.

Wu Xian avoided Liao Yifang and swung his knife downwards, but still got nothing.

"Watch your back!"

As soon as the two turned around, they saw a powerful basketball coming at them like a cannonball. They dodged in embarrassment, and the basketball actually bent the heating pipe!
Sun Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the two followers failed to hit the ghost, they attracted the ghost's attack target to themselves, and he, the weak bait, was temporarily safe.

Bang!Bang!
The basketball occasionally bounced rhythmically and occasionally attacked at odd angles. Despite Zhang Wei's constant reminders, Wu Xian and the other man were still at a disadvantage.

In the last blessed place.

Wu Xian once encountered an invisible evil spirit.

Compared with that guy, the ball-bouncing ghost is actually gentler. At least the ball-bouncing ghost only attacks through that ball, giving Wu Xian a chance to dodge.

But this doesn't mean that the ball-bouncing ghost is easy to deal with.

At least Wu Xian was unable to launch an effective counterattack.

Wu Xian didn't know whether the ghost's physical strength was limited, but he knew that his physical strength was not enough and he had to get rid of this guy quickly, otherwise they would be exhausted to death by the ball-bouncing ghost.

But the previous experience in dealing with invisible evil spirits was effective, at least Wu Xian knew how to break his invisibility.

Wu Xian's mouth curled up.

The easiest way to break invisibility is to mark it.

As long as we get something on the ball-playing ghost, he will have nowhere to hide.

And Wu Xian just happened to have a way to mark it.

Wu Xian stared at the path of the basketball, and when the ball-bouncing ghost started bouncing the ball, he cast the Fire Bell Curse and closed his eyes at the same time.

Ring ring ring…

The sound of the Fire Bell Spell rang out.

This sound will last for ten seconds, and Wu Xian can ignite any target who hears the ringing sound, but the prerequisite is that Wu Xian must know where the other party is.

But with Zhang Wei's guidance, we are always a step behind.

If you go to the camera yourself, you may direct the attack towards the camera.

So Wu Xian closed his eyes.

He's sensing the playing cards on the basketball!
The poker card stuck on the human head basketball is the Five of Diamonds. There is no talisman on this poker card, but with the characteristics of a constant accessory, Wu Xian can sense the status of this poker card at any time!
Bang, bang…

Wu Xian's eyes were dark.

There was only a glowing poker spinning and flying up and down, not hitting it once, not hitting it twice...

at last.

The poker touched the palm.

At this moment, the position of the ball-bouncing ghost's palm was exposed.

boom!
Along with the sound of the fire bell, flames instantly ignited on the ball ghost's hands, and then the flames spread to the whole body, and a fire man instantly emerged in the air! However, due to the low power of the fire bell spell, these flames could not burn the ball ghost to death for the time being, but as long as Wu Xian showed up, it was enough.

Wow!
Wu Xian rushed forward, wielding the blood-painted ghost-head knife and slashing wildly.

He had a ferocious expression and was very aggressive. He slashed thirteen times without even blinking!
Not even the corner of the evil spirit's clothes was touched.

Although the evil spirit was on fire, he was still able to dodge Wu Xian's attacks and hit the ball freely with his agile movements.

Then why didn't Wu Xian continue to chop?

Because Wu Xian was tired.

There is no way, the sword is too heavy.

This thing was not originally designed for actual combat, but for chopping off people's heads. The back of the knife was thick and the blade was wide, like a small door panel. After chopping it a dozen times, Wu Xian felt his arms were sore.

"Substitute!"

Liao Yifang grabbed Wu Xian's shoulders, pulled him behind him, and threw two jabs like lightning.

The professional boxer's punches were extremely fast, and Wu Xian would definitely not be able to dodge them, but the ball-bouncing ghost just shook his head lightly twice and actually dodged all of them.

Wu Xian shook his head in disappointment.

He had anticipated this scene. This ghost thing could predict people's movements, so he missed the target with thirteen consecutive attacks.

Liao Yifang seemed to be forced into a corner.

He threw a powerful right straight punch, but the evil spirit still dodged it.

But next second.

Bang!
Liao Yifang's left hook hit the ball-bouncing ghost's temple. The ball-bouncing ghost's head was raised high. Judging from the angle, his cervical vertebrae might have been broken!

As a professional boxer, Liao Yifang watched the entire knife fight between Wu Xian and the Ball-Patting Ghost. How could he not know that the Ball-Patting Ghost could predict people's movements?
So, she predicted the ball-bouncing ghost's prediction!

Liao Yifang's fist was shining with metallic luster, and it was obvious that it was endowed with some kind of ability, with a power beyond the limits of what an ordinary human could achieve.

The ball-bouncing ghost was knocked to the ground by the blow. His body was still twisted as he tried to stand up, but Liao Yifang hit him with a heavy punch on the neck, and he could no longer move.

The flame of the Fire Bell Curse suddenly became more intense, and the body of the ball-bouncing ghost was gradually burned into charcoal, and then slowly turned from charcoal into ash.

The head stuck to the poker card jumped around trying to escape, but was pierced from top to bottom by Wu Xian with a machete.

This is the end.

They finally killed the first evil spirit in this blessed land.

After killing.

Wu Xian was suddenly startled and looked at Zhang Wei hurriedly.

“Have you taken all the photos?”

Zhang Wei smiled and nodded: "I took it, I took it..."

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't know why.

Wu Xian would always subconsciously ignore things involving Zhang Wei, so much so that he almost forgot about taking pictures. Fortunately, Zhang Wei was reliable and did not miss any photos.

Come to think of it, that was just now.

Zhang Wei had been using the camera to report his location to Wu Xian and Liao Yifang, and it was not easy for Zhang Wei to dodge with the camera on his shoulder, but the ghost never took the initiative to attack Zhang Wei...

Think of this.

Wu Xian shook his head.

"Forget it, it's not important."

The ball-bouncing ghost had turned into ashes, leaving only four ridiculously short incense sticks on the ground. Two of the four remaining incense sticks were twenty centimeters long, and two were fifteen centimeters long. The tops of the incense sticks were gray, as if they had been burned.

Wu Xian picked up one.

Information appears on the certificate of ordination.

Residual incense: Resentment lingers, ghosts leave residual incense. The Yan family uses incense to worship the dead villagers in Linggui Village. The incense cannot be burned out, leaving residue... Gather together a length of 30 cm, which can be used for worshiping gods.

(End of this chapter)