Tao Siwen walked out of the museum quickly with her best friend.
Seeing that her friend was really annoyed, the tall girl also begged for mercy and pretended to be pitiful. Tao Siwen was originally unhappy, and he really couldn't do anything with this best friend. He could only sigh and forgive her. He looked at the yellow talisman in his hand. He wanted to throw it away, but he felt that it was not good to throw such things randomly, so he had to put it away first.
It was just dark, and the modern city was bustling.
People finished a day's work, and the atmosphere in the city was more relaxed.
Tao Siwen and the other person walked on the street for more than two hours. While walking and strolling, they ate a lot of snacks. They were modern people, and they were not old. Those ghost stories were thrown behind their minds for a while. As for Wei Yuan's advice, they subconsciously used it as a means to attract business.
Just like those fortune-telling uncles in the village, they always say how unlucky you are when they meet.
Otherwise, how can they open their business?
Because her home was a little far away, Tao Siwen and her bestie separated at around nine o'clock and went home. If they took the No. 11 bus, they only had to walk a short distance after getting off. On the bus, Tao Siwen turned on her phone and watched a movie for a while, and she didn't notice anything unusual.
After getting off the bus and walking on the road alone, the excitement of playing with friends just now and the emotional stimulation of the movie plot gradually weakened, and she began to feel something strange. The surroundings were quiet and dead, and she could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and her footsteps.
Tap, tap, tap...
Tao Siwen gradually felt a little scared.
Suddenly, she remembered what the museum owner said today.
'...Please don't be alone recently. If you have to walk at night, remember not to look back. '
I didn't care just now, but at this moment, I couldn't forget the memory. The dim sunlight shining in from the window, the owner's gentle admonition, and the old wooden frame with peeling paint suddenly became vivid.
Huh, it's all fake, fake.
Where are the gods and ghosts in this world?
Although she still thought so in her heart, Tao Siwen couldn't help but speed up her pace. She wanted to go home immediately and bury herself in the quilt. After walking about a hundred meters, she suddenly saw someone standing in front of her and subconsciously slowed down her pace.
It was a woman, wearing a white dress, and she looked light and uncomfortable in the night.
Tao Siwen slightly detoured and continued to walk forward.
When she walked, her body was tense, as if she would jump up if touched.
When she walked past the woman and nothing happened, she was slightly relieved. At this time, she found that she was sweating all over, but anyway, she seemed to have overcome a difficult time. Her steps were a little lighter, and she muttered to herself that she was scaring herself again.
But after walking only fifty meters, she casually looked and saw a white shadow in front of her, and her face turned pale.
It was still that woman.
Wearing white clothes, with numb eyes, staring at the front without turning.
Tao Siwen's brain lost the ability to think for a moment, and she just felt her hands and feet were cold.
She lowered her head suddenly and walked forward faster.
When she saw the woman for the third time, she had only walked less than 20 meters. She felt that if she looked back at this time, she could still see a woman in white standing 20 meters behind her. Tao Siwen trembled slightly, and suddenly had an urgent idea to turn around and look, but she remembered what the owner of the museum said today and refused to look back.
She almost walked past the third woman with weak steps.
When she walked past, tears were already in her eyes, and she was almost about to collapse because of fear.
Someone come.
Anyone is fine.
Save me, save me...
A clear and pleasant voice came from far behind:
"Siwen, Siwen, wait for me, wait for me."
"I thought about it, or I'll take you home..."
It's Tongtong!
She thought of the tall and enthusiastic girl, and almost cried with joy on the spot, and then turned her head without thinking.
She met a dead and cold face.
......
Dong Yu, who turned into a ghost, looked at her prey coldly.
Fair, young, beautiful, and simple.
Just like herself at that time.
She wanted to get her own "skin" first, and then go back for revenge. Her original body fell down the mountain and could no longer be used. A new body was necessary. She looked at that face, her eyes full of greed and fierce anger, and the short knife in her hand had already touched the girl's eyebrows.
When she was about to cut, the girl suddenly collapsed mentally, sat on the ground, and cried weakly:
"Dad, Mom, save me..."
"Woo woo woo woo..."
Dong Yu's movements suddenly froze, and the memory of being a human emerged in her mind.
'Mom, I can take care of myself by myself. '
'Oh, don't worry about it…'
'I'll go back to see you and my dad this year, I'm dead. '
Dong Yu's ghostly face showed a twisted and struggling look.
This is my skin…
No, this is not, not…
She looked at the crying girl, and her eyes reflected herself when she was kidnapped to the mountain. She was deprived of her 'skin' by those people and lost her original life. Now she also wants to deprive this child of her skin and her life?
Then what is the difference between herself and those people?
The knife in her hand slowly dropped, but the instinct of the ghost for flesh and blood was also affecting her. The blade was slightly raised again, and then suddenly pressed down, shaking violently. Just as she struggled, a sound of breaking through the air sounded.
A black shadow fell down with a very sharp momentum on the left.
Dong Yu was just an ordinary person, and subconsciously blocked it.
The attacking object flew out diagonally and fell to the ground.
It was a scabbard.
Immediately, a clear voice sounded, and a silver light stabbed forward at an extremely fast speed.
The knife that had initially transformed into a Yin object was raised and collided with the silver light. After all, it was accompanied by Yin Qi, which made the sword body vibrate and hum. The attacker put his finger on the sword body and wiped it. The vibration suddenly stopped, and the burning air dissipated, directly breaking a hole in the Yin Qi on the knife.
Dong Yu groaned and fell back half a step.
Wei Yuan fell between the ghost and Tao Siwen.
"Fortunately, I followed it out..."
Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
His left hand had already taken out a calming talisman, and shook his hand to stick it on Tao Siwen's head, so that she could calm down from the state of collapse that was harmful to her spirit. Then he took out the evil-breaking talisman, silently recited the talisman, and swept the sword body with the talisman. In the dark night, the eight-sided Han sword faintly emitted a burst of burning fire.
Tao Siwen slowly calmed down, raised her head with tears in her eyes, and saw the museum owner standing in front of her today.
In her hand was the sword hanging on the wall.
And the ghost opposite seemed to be scared and didn't dare to come forward at all.
She widened her eyes.
"This, this is..."
The Han sword in Wei Yuan's hand shook violently, and he stepped forward.
After all, he had fought with many ghosts, most of which were stronger than the newly born demon ghost in front of him. When facing these weird things, Wei Yuan was able to remain calm and use his sword skills to the fullest. At this moment, he used a single sword to fight the enemy, and the sword force changed between the light and sharp dragon sword force and the heavy and solemn battle formation sword method. After only a dozen rounds, the demon ghost in front of him was already showing a state of exhaustion.
Wei Yuan saw the right time, and his left hand suddenly wiped from behind his waist, and the broken sword suddenly slashed out.
The sound of breaking through the air was low and fierce.
In the original agile sword technique, the broken sword suddenly appeared and slashed swiftly. Dong Yu was caught off guard and the short knife in his hand was chopped off. At the same time, Wei Yuan stepped closer, raised the sword in his hand and slashed it directly at the throat of the ghost. Dong Yu still had the instinct before his death and subconsciously tilted his neck to avoid it.
At the same time, Wei Yuan's left hand had already sheathed the sword, and his five fingers shrank slightly, a talisman appeared, and he suddenly grabbed Dong Yu's arm.
Divine power to exorcise ghosts.
Dong Yu was born not long ago, and he was struggling in his heart just now, and his soul was unstable for a while.
Wei Yuan's eyes were dazed for a while, and a series of scenes flashed suddenly and quickly.
Those were the memories in the disintegrating soul.
University, parents, travel.
Being abducted.
The creaking wooden bed, the man's red eyes and the palm raised suddenly.
The hope that was finally burned out.
Being thrown down the mountain.
This is the obsession of a ghost. Wei Yuan encountered this kind of ghost for the first time. He groaned and subconsciously let go of his hand. Dong Yu was also forced to recall the past. He raised his hands, covered his head and wailed, then suddenly collapsed and his breath went away.
Wei Yuan raised his head.
Enduring the headache, he picked up the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman from his waist and shook it violently.
The surrounding environment became clear, and Dong Yu's breath was faintly seen gone away.
Wei Yuan recalled the scene he just saw, and his eyes turned cold.
Human trafficking...
Damn it.
Put the sword back into the scabbard.
Tao Siwen was still a little dazed over there. Wei Yuan took her to a crowded place. It was only a few steps away from her home. Tao Siwen came back to her senses at this time and stammered: "You, you are..."
Wei Yuan said: "You are just visiting the museum. Don't take it to heart. Go back quickly."
He turned his head and looked in the direction where Dong Yu was going away.
The human body is heavy, but the ghost body is light and can ride the wind.
If you chase a ghost with flesh and blood, you can't catch up.
There are people in the Bai tribe who are good at armor and horse, one can travel a thousand miles a day, and the other can travel eight hundred miles a day, so they can barely chase. With Wei Yuan's speed, it's impossible to catch up.
Wei Yuan wrapped the sword in the package and stopped a taxi.
"Master, take a taxi."