Chapter 18 Spiritual Warfare

Zhao Deshui's head slowly drooped, and at the last blood column gushed out, with only a layer of flesh and blood connected to his head and neck.

The worst thing is the old man at the end. The old man's forehead seemed to be stirred by a meat grinder, and it broke into thousands, drooping 360 degrees.

"This..." Yin Hui was frightened and stared at the scene incredibly.

The black shadow stopped in the middle of the old couple, and the corners of their mouths slowly cracked, and they smiled foolishly at Yin Hui.

"I want to kill you." Yin Hui roared, but the talisman in his hand had already been thrown out. A yellow light broke through the black fog and penetrated into the sacrificial platform, but he never thought of exploding, and fragments fell all over the ground.

"You..." Yin Hui was furious. He did not allow anyone to defile the master's body so much.

"Go away." Conan Doyle caught up and withstood Yin Hui's body. The other three people also used their magic power to repel the darkness that blessed the black fog on the four of them, and then quickly retreated back to the car.

"Let me go." After all, the power of a person is not as strong as the power of the three of them. In the end, Yin Hui was captured and returned to the car. He didn't even drive away Ouyang Xue's car borrowed by Yin Hui and left quickly.

A ball of darkness wrapped around the car, but with the combined magical force of the three people, they finally escaped from the dark area.

"What the hell are you doing?" Yin Hui roared and stared at the three people: "The three of us can definitely solve that damn thing. Why are you so timid?"

"Yin Hui, it's not what you think. Get out quickly." Conan Doyle opened the car door and then invited Yin Hui down.

"You'd better explain this to me clearly." Yin Hui didn't care that Conan Doyle was a woman. In his eyes, anyone who blasphemed his master's body deserves death.

Conan Doyle smiled bitterly. He never expected Yin Hui to be so stubborn. Why didn't he notice it before?

Entering the huge conference hall, Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui who was following him, smiled bitterly, and said, "Okay, what do you want to know, I'll tell you."

The scalpel and Huanghelou wanted to stop Conan Doyle so that he would not reveal the secrets of the country in an impulse.

"What is that ghost shadow?" Yin Hui stared at Conan Doyle with bright eyes.

Conan Doyle wanted to struggle from Yin Hui's fearful gaze, but unfortunately, Yin Hui's gaze was too vicious.

"Okay, I guessed you had such a question."

As soon as Conan Doyle said this, the surroundings were filled with evil spirits and a strong and strange aura.

The scalpel and Huang Helou lowered their heads and said nothing, but calmed down, then took out a few shiny spells from their pockets and stuck them on the surrounding walls to drive away the dead and evil spirit. Finally, a barrier was formed around them. Conan Doyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell you, that guy is called the Criminal Officer." As soon as Conan Doyle said this, his face was heavy, and the terrifying look around him was even more serious. Huang Helou and Scalpel were also covered with gloomy faces and he stopped talking.

"Prison Officer?" Yin Hui repeated inexplicably, his eyes swept across the bright room around him, and he was speculating in his heart: "Who is this Prison Officer?"

I thought quickly in my mind, but in the end I didn't come up with any clues and had to give up.

"This is a state secret. I hope you don't show it everywhere, otherwise it's not just you who dies by then." Conan Doyle's face looked out of breath under the pressure of the thick evil spirit around him: "This is not something you can control, this matter is over." Conan Doyle's face was heavy, and he let out a long sigh, then turned around: "You go, this operation is a national level secret, don't tell others, otherwise..." Conan Doyle did not continue to say it, but turned to look at Yin Hui, and the muscles on his face were a little tight.

Yin Hui nodded and walked out of the conference hall with a blank expression.

At midnight, stars dot the sky, and a full moon shines in it, shining on the world. When I left the conference room, I remembered that Ouyang Xue's car I borrowed was still parked in the sacrificial place.

From Conan Doyle's tone, the sacrificial place must be not a clean place, and even Conan Doyle was afraid, so he could imagine the horror of that place.

"Forget it, I'd better go home first and go there to find a vehicle tomorrow morning." Yin Hui called out, looked at the fog surrounding him, pulled it with both hands, and drove the black fog away.

After a while, Yin Hui finally walked back home, knocked on the door, and lay down on the bed and felt drowsy.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Just as Yin Hui was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, calm and strong.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and there was endless darkness around him, filled with the smell of fear.

His eyes were blinded by darkness and he could not see clearly what was around him.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

The slight footsteps continued, heading towards his room from the door. Yin Hui's heart also jumped rhythmically with the footsteps.

Subconsciously, Yin Hui touched the bloody peach wood sword at the head of the bed with both hands. The light released from it made the darkness look a bit miserable.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong, the footsteps were getting faster and faster, and Yin Hui's heartbeat was also beating faster.

Then, when the sound was as close as it was in my ears, Yin Hui finally woke up, stood up from the bed, and the peach wood sword was tightly grasped in his hand.

He realized that something was following him from outside, and it was still difficult to mess with.

Squeak.

The door is pushed.

With the light released by the peach wood sword, Yin Hui frowned suspiciously. The door was neatly combined with the wall, without any movement.

But the sound of the door just now...

Yin Hui was a little confused and stared at the peach wood sword in his hand in disbelief. Then, he looked at the shining light emitted by the phone behind him, and his heart skipped a beat: "No."

After saying that, Yin Hui kicked open the bedroom door.

But Yin Hui was confused as soon as the door was kicked open. What appeared in front of him was not the living room of his rental house at all.

There are all kinds of shiny crystal glass coffins around, with a total of forty or fifty. There is a table in the middle of these crystal coffins. In the center of the table, a blood-red candle is burning. The dripping wax oil seems to be blood flowing out of a woman's eyes.

Yin Hui judged at a glance that it must be the ghost who used an illusion on him.

Without saying a word, Yin Hui kicked the table over. However, the table quickly recovered after being kicked over, and it seemed that nothing had happened at all. This made Yin Hui even more sure that it was in an illusion.

"It seems that this ghost has some skills." Yin Hui's slander and disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yin Hui was not angry at this illusion with a slight fear. He knew that fear was born from his heart. If he was afraid in his heart, he would be completely defeated in this battle with the ghost.

Under the illumination of this candle, the crystal glass reflected a brilliant light, covering Yin Hui's entire person, and then turned into a substantial sword light, as if torn Yin Hui's body apart.

Yin Hui's body rotated, and his palm quickly tapped a barrier, causing the sword lights that attacked him to touch the barrier, and they quickly turned into invisible, scattered to the bottom, and then turned into invisible.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." A series of bone collisions sounded, followed by the gloomy and terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves, filling Yin Hun's ears, as if to smash Yin Hun's eardrums.

But Yin Hui didn't take this seriously at all, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an evil and gloomy smile. The strange air enveloped Yin Hui, and the evil spirit buried Yin Hui in it.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

A series of sounds of glass explosions came one after another. Yin Hui looked around alertly, but saw the forty or fifty crystal lids bursting collectively. A cold hand bones stretched out from the crystal coffin, trembling, and a thick white light seemed to be covered with a layer of blood film under the candle, a little gloomy and a little terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of skeletons jumped out in a crystal coffin facing Yin Hun.

The torn clothes hung on the thin body. The corpse did not completely rot. A layer of flesh wrapped around the gloomy white bones. There were countless white maggots crawling on the rotten flesh. The red blood dripped and fell on the large crystal coffin. In the hollow and deep eyes, there was a poisonous snake covered with patterns roaring hideously, with a bloody mouth facing Yin Hun, as if he wanted to swallow Yin Hun's head.

Yin Hui cast a talisman in his hand, and the talisman turned into a yellow light and hit the skeleton's forehead.

With a click, the skull's forehead skull broke open, and the white brain pounded. The snake actually jumped up madly and wanted to roll it towards Yin Hun's neck.

The peach wood sword in his hand rolled up and cut the snake's body into two pieces in an instant. A stream of blood gushed out, dyeing the originally slightly reddish tip of the peach wood sword even more rosy.

Hissing, the snake twisted the remaining part of its body in pain, and twisted and made various exaggerated movements strangely.

Yin Hui knew that this was the dirty thing that had to deliberately make him believe that he was in the real world that made those painful twists.

However, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Yin Hui's mouth.

At the same time, there is only Tang Yan's room separated by a wall.

Tang Yan, who was immersed in the sweet sleep, turned around and continued to sleep soundly.

Suddenly, a white hand held Tang Yan's arm and pulled her hard.

Tang Yan muttered: "What are you doing, Feifei."

At the same time, he pulled his hand up, trying to pull Shen Feifei's hand off his body, but a cold hand shocked Tang Yan, and his original sleepiness was instantly eliminated.

"Sister Tang Yan, I can't find my head, please help me find it."

Shen Feifei's voice spoke slowly, full of gloomy terror, and strangely, which made people goosebumps.

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"ah."

Tang Yan's scream that was blocked in her throat finally rushed out and resounded throughout the night sky.

The headless body shaking to Tang Yan, and slowly walked up with trembling hands. The palm that was a little round just now turned into a dry bone. He grabbed Tang Yan's neck tightly and wanted to strangle Tang Yan to death. At the same time, he muttered with pus and bloody mouth: "If you meddle in other people's business, you will die, and if you meddle in other people's business, you will die."

Yin Hui, who was fighting with the crystal coffin, heard the sound that seemed to come from Ye Tiankong, and it seemed to be a sound in his ears. His face darkened. He realized that Tang Yan was also entangled by the dirty things.

With such a diligence, a rotten corpse behind him actually grabbed his neck with both hands, making Yin Hui unable to breathe.

In desperation, he had to grab the nearest talisman and throw it onto the skeleton that grabbed him.

With a bang, the rotten corpse turned into a mess and drifted away with the wind.

This was amazing. Seeing that his companion was killed by Yin Hui, the rest of his souls floated up slowly and slowly, and his body was suspended around Yin Hui, showing various strange shapes. Some of them held their stomachs and their intestines were spit out of their mouths. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were dead in a car accident. Some turned into coke, their bodies were pitch black, and there was no human color. Even their eyes were empty and they could not tell they were eyes at all. What's more, they even took their heads down and threw them towards Yin Hui.

Yin Hui knew in his heart that he had no time to fight with this group of people. Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, who were entangled by dirty things, were not as good as him. He immediately chanted a string of Buddha's titles, and then the talisman in his hand turned into small snakes and beat the surrounding corpses.

The bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, all the corpses turned into a ball of black fog, covering the room, and ghosts kept moving around, but they didn't dare to get close to Yin Hun.

Occasionally, a few wails of a woman came, and Yin Hui couldn't care about that much. He picked up a talisman and wiped it in front of him. In an instant, the illusion in front of him disappeared. What appeared in front of him was furniture that was pretended to be tilted by his actions.

Yin Hui touched it, and finally touched the door of Tang Yan's bedroom and shouted loudly: "Tang Yan, open the door quickly, open the door quickly."

But Tang Yan couldn't hear Yin Hui's voice at all. Now she fell to the ground in pain, her whole body trembled and her lips were purple. She saw the female ghost with a rolling head in front of her swaying towards her, and then squatted opposite her. Her head, which had long been away from her body, was giggling at Tang Yan, and then with a click, two pairs of dry branches-like fingers actually crushed her head, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Tang Yan screamed again, and wanted to shrink into the wall, but she let herself move and had nowhere to hide.
To be continued...