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Chapter 229 The Ghoul on His Body (Part 1)

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    The boy in the photo is in his teens, and his attire looks like a minority resident of this village.  But his appearance is unfamiliar. I have been to Shigou Village several times before, but I have never seen this young man.

    At this moment, I am not allowed to think too much, because the monster has already rushed towards me again.  But thankfully, since I stabbed him with an ice pick the first time he appeared, the monster moved a lot slower, but also got a lot more irritable, and jumped at me again and again.  The moment I dodged one by one, I saw that the monster's hands had long nails, which looked very similar to the long nails that grow out of some zombies that don't rot after death.  These nails are quite powerful, scratching the wall by chance, and even made several long cuts.  I shivered, wondering if this is a human, a ghost or a zombie?  If it is a zombie, it should not be this kind of virtue. Just look at Zhao Yu, at least he looks like a human.  If it is a ghost Gu, it is unlikely, Yang Wen's kind of ghost Gu is only ordered by the master, and has completely forgotten what happened in his lifetime.  Ghosts act and do things according to the orders of their masters, they don't have a sense of freedom, and it is impossible to need things like lamps and beds, because these things are meaningless to ghosts.

    But as long as it is a ghost, it is no problem to ask God to fight the ghost.  So I don't want to entangle with Ya for too long, what if the venom and blood from his body splash on me after a long time of entanglement, what if my face is disfigured and swollen?  Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately recited the mantra and said: "The power to kill evil spirits is the only one, please God!"

    This time I asked God, I suddenly felt that I was a little different.  Just like when an electric oven is used, there will be a preheating process (this is a metaphor), every time I invite God, I will also feel the slow heating process of my body for a few seconds, and I will feel the power slowly rising.  But this time it was like hanging up. Before I could react, I felt a force surge from the bottom of my heart and spread to my limbs. I felt very good about myself, just like I had transformed before Ultraman beat the little monster.

    Looking behind him again, he suddenly found that it was also a phantom, but he could see the appearance of that shadow more clearly.  Behind me appeared an ancient man with a height of more than eight feet, with a beard and a snub nose, and he looked extremely rough.  Wearing a bright Taoist robe on his body, he showed a sense of festive Chinese style in his domineering style.  What's even more peculiar is that this statue is holding a paintbrush in its hand, and looks like a Taoist priest of literature and art.

    I was taken aback when I saw this statue, Masaka, this is the eleventh level of inviting the gods, descending demon Zhang Tianshi, Zhang Daoling?  !

    The level of please gods goes up to level 12, and above level 10 are basically Taoist gods who are particularly powerful in legends.  Speaking of Zhang Tianshi, many people must be familiar with it.  According to legend, Zhang Daoling is the founder of Ghost Dao, known as the "Rice Thief" in history, and was canonized by Kublai Khan of the Yuan Dynasty as the first generation of Zhang Tianshi.  It is said that Zhang Daoling set up 24 governances in the territory of the Shu Han Dynasty. He was an institution for distributing Taoism. He successively preached in Qingcheng Mountain, Longhu Mountain, and Bashu area, and founded an early non-governmental organization of Chinese Taoism.  Later generations called his teaching "Five Dou Rice Road".

    It is very cool and has a mass base.  The monster also saw the statue behind me, and seemed to be taken aback, then felt unmoved, and continued to rush forward and stretch out its sharp claws to catch me.  The process of these pounces was actually very fast, and the movements were as fast as a tiger on the mountain.  All of a sudden, I felt like I was fighting a tiger, Wusong, and I felt a sense of heroism.  Now is the time to witness the miracle!  I only heard a burst of real and illusory bell ringing, and suddenly felt that my whole body seemed to be full of strength.  I caught a glimpse of the god statue behind me overlapping my figure, so I lowered my head and saw that I was standing on the glass seat like Zhang Daoling's god statue. Any attack from that monster approached me, and it was immediately blocked by the lotus flowers blooming all around.  go back.  The monster got angry and continued to charge forward unrelentingly.  I picked up the pen and drew, but saw a few streaks of light turned into sharp knives, cutting open in the air, cutting the black air around the ghost to pieces.  I don't know what the black air or thick black fog surrounding him means, but after these few strokes, the monster covered his face and screamed a few times, retreated to the edge of the bed and fell down.  I took the opportunity to use a big brush again to draw a huge golden circle, trapping the monster inside.  The monster couldn't move, and after a long while, it stopped moving.  I stepped forward to take a closer look, but was surprised to find that the black air surrounding the monster slowly dissipated, and after a while, all of it rose into the air and flew out along the entrance of the iron gate just now.  What surprised me even more was that after removing the surrounding black mist, I could see clearly that the monster had returned to its human form. It looked like a young boy, but the boy's complexion was similar to that of a corpse, with dark circles around his eyes.  No matter how you look at it, you are not alive.

    I stepped forward to check his breath, and was surprised to find that this person or zombie was not breathing, but his heart was beating slightly slowly.  I frowned, thinking what the hell is this, inhuman, not a ghost, nor a zombie.  It is said that it is a raised ghost Gu, but it is not very similar.  I saw that the monster was no longer able to resist, so I took the idol.  Stretched the muscles and bones.

    I stared at that person for a long time, and suddenly felt a little familiar, turned around suddenly, and saw the huge photo on the wall.  Isn't this the young man in the photo?  It's just that the person in the photo looks like a living human being, but the one in front of him, can't be said to be a dead person or something, it's weird anyway.

    Standing in place for a while, I suddenly felt a chill behind me, and I shivered involuntarily.  Looking back, I saw a wall opposite me, and there seemed to be reliefs on the wall.  But the light of the desk lamp can't illuminate so much space, from my side, I can only see a round blurred outline.

    The gurgling chill emanated from the circular relief.  I walked over suspiciously to have a look, but saw a huge gossip pattern on the wall.  It's just that the gossip pattern is opposite to the ordinary gossip.  Black and white are reversed, if you stare carefully, you will also find that the gossip pattern is slowly turning.  As the thing turned, strands of black air emanated from the gossip pattern.  I suddenly understood that the sudden chill just now came from this upside-down gossip diagram.  Behind this wall is probably the underground palace of the ancient tomb, or the adjacent underground palace.  This yin energy is the absorption of the yin energy from the ancient tomb.  It's no wonder that it's always freezing cold here, it's like an ancient tomb refrigerator.  I don't understand what the gossip means, but since it is reversed, it probably has something to do with the reversal of yin and yang.  Is it to feed this immortal thing through this?  Sorry, I really don't want to call this monster a human, because most people in this place are either killed by Yin Qi or frozen to death. It is impossible for them to be able to move freely like him.

    Seeing that the man would not respond for a while, I climbed up the ladder and called Zhao Yu in the mill.  The phone was connected quickly, and I briefly told Zhao Yu that there is a basement under the mill hut, and I found a ghost-like thing in it, come and take a look.

    Not long after, Zhao Yu brought people over.  I saw, or, they brought quite a few, and Tang Xin and the village chief also came.  What puzzled me was that the village chief had a shocked expression on his face, and he looked at me fiercely.

    Before I could speak, the village chief stepped forward a few steps, looked at the iron gate, grabbed my collar, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "What have you done?!"

    I was almost deafened by this loud roar, and said, "What are you excited about, village chief? Are you the person living here?!"

    The village chief was stunned, and immediately let me go and slipped down the ladder.  Seeing how anxious he was, I asked Zhao Yu, "Why, what's wrong with the village head? Is this the ghost Gu raised by him?"

    Zhao Yu also expressed his puzzlement, so he asked the others to stay up there, and then Tang Xin and I went down to the basement just now.  After waiting, I saw the village head holding the forehead of that thing, corpse?  Crying to death, I really didn't have the calmness and composure we had seen in the past.

    I pondered for a while, and made a bold guess in my heart.  Or is this person, who is neither human nor ghost, nor a zombie, but a close relative of the village chief?  He built this place just to keep this thing alive without humans or ghosts?

    Thinking of this, I stepped forward and asked, "Village Chief, who is this? Why did you look like a ghost before? Don't you know how to raise ghosts?"

    After a long while, the village chief stopped crying, wiped his tears, and said coldly: "This is not a ghost, this is my son!"

    I rely on it, it really is!  But during our investigation, we didn't hear that he had a son, didn't he only have a daughter, and ran away?

    "Your son?" Zhao Yu was also surprised: "But, what is he"

    The village head stood up, sighed and said, "Does it mean that he is dead or alive? I also like that he can come back to life, but I know in my heart that he can't be saved. Now he looks neither human nor ghost.  And it's all because of me."

    "Uncle, are you the one who stole the corpse? Why did you steal the corpse and buy the corpse? What does this have to do with your son?" Tang Xin asked hastily.

    The village chief sat on the edge of the bed with a dejected expression, but now he calmed down.  It's just that the calmness made me feel a little scary, as if I was facing a lifeless statue.  Under the shadow of the lamp, the wrinkles on his face also seemed to be deeper, as if he had aged ten years.

    "It's a very long story to tell." The village head said in a low voice: "It starts with the accident of my youngest son three years ago."

    "You really have a son?" I said in surprise.  Judging from the age of this young man, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, which is too late for having a child.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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