Chapter 13: The Counterpart (this chapter is free)

The large living room was illuminated by flickering candlelight, flickering and flickering, as if the whole room was constantly swaying in two completely different worlds, the underworld and the yang world.

The two rows of rosewood chairs were already leaning against the walls on both sides, and there were three long square tables of thick solid wood in the center of the room.

At this moment, Yong Bowen was tied tightly to the square table in the middle, with his hands and feet spread out in a standard large character shape. There were half-burned white wax sticks on the table on each side of his head, ears, armpits, crotches, and soles of his feet.

The dark wind blew, the candlelight swayed, and it seemed that it might be extinguished at any time. Yong Bowen felt that wisps of coldness were seeping in from the palms of the hands, the soles of the feet, the top of the head, and the center of the head. As the blood slowly flowed through the body, it penetrated into the heart and ran into the body.

The lungs freeze the temperature in the body bit by bit.

There was an identical square table on his left and right sides, with fat Liu Yi and slender Han Ya tied up respectively. They were treated basically the same, except that there were no candles lit above their heads.

Han Ya remained motionless in a coma, and Liu Yi didn't know if it was because his nerves were enlarging at the same time as his body. Although he was so frightened that his whole body was cramping, he still didn't faint. He just rolled his eyes and kept talking.

There they chanted "I don't want to die, I don't want to die" and other such nonsense.

The black cat did not enjoy the same treatment as other people. Instead, it was tied to the leg of the table and meowed angrily.

The group of ghosts who had done great work brought the three people into the house and tied them to the table. Then they all retreated outside the building in fear. They peered in from the doors and windows, making the space that was already filled with gloomy energy filled with evil spirits.

Added another layer of spooky atmosphere.

Fei Dingxin dragged his heavy steps back and forth and worked for a long time before lighting all the candles. After finishing this work, he stood silently next to Yong Bowen, frowning and looking at the nervous young man at the table.

Master. The getter on his back seemed to sense the host's depressed mood, and lay obediently on his shoulder without making any move.

Yong Bowen saw that Fei Mo had not come in yet, so he asked: "Do you know there is a getter on your back? Do you know... that all your relatives have a getter on their backs?"

Fei Dingxin said expressionlessly: "That's called a breath-breathing ghost. It likes to suck people's yang energy. Those who are seriously ill and weak are most likely to be attracted to it." The breath-breathing ghost on his back moved uneasily and stretched out its long, blood-red limbs.

His tongue flicked back and forth between Fei Dingxin's mouth and nose.

Yong Bowen felt a chill on his back, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but curiously asked: "How does it feel to carry a ghost on your back all day?"

"I'm very tired." Fei Dingxin's tone was numb, as if he had lost all emotion. "Every day is like carrying a sandbag. I feel tired when I do something. The back of my neck is always sore and painful, and my cervical vertebrae are aging badly.

It seems that it will break if the movement is slightly larger. I have been carrying it since I was ten years old when I had enough yang energy. As of today, I have been carrying it for twenty-seven years, three months and eighteen days."

Yong Bowen could deeply understand the pain and despair contained in that plain tone. Although he himself was now in a situation where it was difficult for the Ni Bodhisattva to cross the river, he still said sincerely: "Actually, I can help you."

Fei Dingxin's eyes jumped, and he stared at this Celestial Master who was basically a pig on the chopping block with a kind of ridicule. Just when he was about to speak, Fei Mo's hoarse voice like a broken gong rang out, "How are you going to help?"

Us? Like to help me like this? Let me rot away little by little without being able to survive or die? You are so kind-hearted!"

Following the sound, Fei Mo slowly walked into the building. His steps were very slow, basically moving forward little by little. But even with such a small range of movements, large and small pieces of rotten flesh were still there.

It continued to fall as he moved forward, drawing a strange dark red trail on the route he walked.

Yong Bowen couldn't help being shocked when he saw Fei Mo's appearance. However, in just a short while, Fei Mo's body became even more rotten. It was obvious that his decay was accelerating. Although the two sides were now in a hostile position,

Yong Bowen knew that this situation was caused by his reckless attempt to catch ghosts. He felt very sorry and said apologetically: "Mr. Fei, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that this kind of thing would happen..."

"I'm sorry?" Fei Mo smiled miserably, "Do you know what you have done? Originally, in just six months, I could leave this world without pain, but in just six months, this

The formation will be fully formed and operational. From then on, our Fei family's wealth will continue to flow until we are rich in the world. This is the hard work of our generations for hundreds of years. It is about to be realized, but now it is only because of you.

A great heavenly master caught ghosts without asking for any reason and then destroyed them all. Is this just something you can compensate for by saying sorry?"

The miserable image, the sad tone, and the sad content are really hard to move people. Therefore, the soft-hearted Yong Bowen felt sad when he heard it. He only felt that he had committed such a heinous crime that he could not thank the world until he died.

But fortunately, he was not too confused yet. He quickly came to his senses and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Fei, although I am very sorry for your current situation, but no matter what, you are using the Feng Shui array to trap you."

It is an intolerable evil act for a group of ghosts to prevent them from being reincarnated, so even if I knew about these things before doing it, I would never ignore it. You feel that you are very pitiful and miserable now, but have you ever thought about it?

These ghosts trapped here by you cannot ascend to heaven and enter the earth. They have no way to return to the sun and no way to reincarnate. How miserable are they?"

"It's their honor to be part of the Hundred Ghost Gathering Formation and help our Fei family change their destiny!" Fei Mo gasped and let out an almost crazy roar, "This world is originally about the jungle, the winner is the loser.

Kou, even if my magic power is as powerful as yours, won't it fall into my hands now and be at my mercy?"

"Uh... what do you want to do to me?" To be honest, Yong Bowen has always been curious about this question. The formation has been destroyed, and the old guy is in such a bad state. Is there anything he can do to save it?

Thinking about it, the purpose of this kind of behavior of only catching but not killing is definitely not as simple as venting one's emotions.

"When you die, you will understand." Fei Mo laughed loudly. He seemed to have made up his mind to make Yong Bowen a fool. He refused to talk nonsense with him anymore and walked around to the top of Yong Bowen's head.

He stood about five meters away from the square table and then said to his son, "Dingxin, let's do it."

Fei Dingxin turned around and walked to the front of the bookshelf, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center of the glass cabinet. The entire bookshelf cracked from the middle, like a sliding door, and flashed to both sides, revealing a circular hole in the wall behind.

A long sword and an ax were hung crosswise. The sword and ax were both dark red in color. When he looked at it, they seemed to be filled with thick blood. He stretched out his hand to take off the ax and walked back to Fei Mo.

He stood facing Yong Bowen on the square table, raised his axe, and cast his cold eyes directly on the young Heavenly Master's neck, "Don't worry, you won't suffer any pain, I will split your head in half with one axe."

"

Hearing these words, Yong Bowen couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. He looked at Fei Mo who was far away from him and said: "Mr. Fei, since I hurt you so seriously, why don't you kill me with your own hands?"

How about taking revenge and venting your anger?”

"Oh? Shall I stand next to you so that you have the opportunity to kill me, the controller of the formation?" Fei Mo suddenly sneered and lowered his voice and said, "I forgot to tell you, what those ghosts saw

I know everything I heard and said clearly! It’s like if I don’t want those idiots outside to know what I’m talking about, they will never hear me. In this formation, I

He is God, and I am the master!"

"What?" Yong Bowen's heart skipped a beat, and he struggled almost instinctively, trying to get off the table. According to his agreement with the old ghost, the rope tied to his body was just a decoration, and he only needed to break free with a slight effort.

, but at this moment, he tried his best but could not move even one millimeter away from the table. At this time, he was really scared out of his mind, and a clear thought came to his mind, "I have been tricked."

Fei Mo chuckled sinisterly and said: "Do you think I don't know what you have discussed? Isn't it just that you want to take advantage of the restriction that living corpses cannot enter the formation eye, and plan to attack me suddenly here, so that I have no time to use the formation to deal with it?

Those dead ghosts? Hahaha, these stupid ghosts don’t even think about it. They are the most important wealth transferred by my Fei family. How can I be willing to deal with them? You can’t think of it, this rope is specially used to deal with someone as powerful as you.

The Celestial Master's is called the Trapped Dao Suo, and the deeper your magic power is, the tighter it will be...ah!"

This scream came so suddenly. At this moment, Yong Bowen was reciting the line "Smartness leads to cleverness" in his heart with self-pity, when he suddenly heard Fei Mo's triumphant tone turned into a shrill scream, and couldn't help but

Shivering, he tried to raise his eyes and looked up, but he saw the half-rotten head flying into the air, and Fei Dingxin, who was originally standing there holding the axe, was turning his body to take back the axe, the blood axe.

A dark red ominous light trail streaked through the air with splashes of thick liquid.

Fei Dingxin's ax, which he had been preparing for a while, did not fall on the head of the enemy Heavenly Master, but instead scratched his father's neck!

This change was so unexpected that Yong Bowen stayed there until he saw the red light trail cutting straight towards him, and then he couldn't help but scream.

With a soft sound of "Duo", the blood ax pressed against Yong Bowen's arm, crossed the trapped rope, and chopped heavily into the table. Although the trapped rope is a very powerful treasure, to put it bluntly, it is just a magic spell.

The rope could not withstand an axe, and was immediately broken into two pieces.

As if the getter on Fei Dingxin's back had been stimulated by something, it jumped up suddenly and turned in front of him. Its withered arms tightly hugged his neck, and its legs were wrapped around his waist.

Then, bring your whole head in front of you, nose to nose, mouth to mouth, just like kissing.

"Save me!" Fei Dingxin scrabbled with his hands in front of him, but he couldn't touch the inhaler. With the slightest cry for help squeezed out of his throat, his whole body quickly lost weight like a deflated rubber ball.

Go down.

There was an earth-shattering roar outside the building, and the ghosts seemed to be excited. They shouted and danced one by one. They poured in from the doors and windows and rushed to Fei Mo's headless body that was still shaking.

The hands are pulled and the mouth is bitten, and blood and flesh are flying everywhere in a moment. The horrific and bloody scene definitely belongs to the ultra-restricted version.

This series of things happened one after another, so fast that people didn't even have time to blink. Yong Bowen's mind went blank for a while. Looking at the crazy and weird scene in front of him, it took him more than ten seconds to react. He came over, immediately pulled off the rope wrapped around his body, jumped up from the table, and without having time to recite a spell, bit his finger, drew a talisman on his palm, and beat away the crazy ghosts with his hands.

Then there was a loud thunderclap, as if a thunderbolt struck out of thin air, shaking the entire small building. The group of ghosts who were tearing Fei Mo's body to vent their anger were stunned by this palm thunder, as if they were drunk. , each one of them spun around in circles for a few times, and then fell to the ground with a bang. The ghosts behind who were still squeezing into the building were frightened to stop when they saw this scene, and did not dare to rush forward any more. .In fact, the thunder in the palm is no better than the Five Thunder Protective Curse. The difference is probably similar to that of firecrackers and grenades. It is very loud but has no actual lethality. After this sound, the ghost was shocked and couldn't find its way, but Yong Bowen's But his ears were also buzzing, and he seemed to be deaf for a while.

The breath-sucking ghost hanging on Fei Dingxin was also startled by the thunder, and his whole body trembled. He instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. Fei Dingxin, who had already had half of his life sucked out, got the opportunity to shout at the top of his lungs: "Heavenly Master, save me!"

Yong Bowen had already taken action without him shouting. He originally intended to kill two birds with one stone when he struck this palm thunder. When he saw the breathing ghost turning his head at the sound, he rushed over and held the ghost-repelling seal against the breathing ghost. The big head of the air-breathing ghost was hit hard. The air-breathing ghost was beaten and fell out of the host. It spun around in the air for countless somersaults like a rubber ball and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a squeaking scream. Then he jumped up and flew towards Yong Bowen fiercely in the air.

Yong Bowen didn't have a dick in his hand, so he didn't dare to confront the evil spirit pregnant with ghost poison. He dodged and shouted at the door: "Backpack, old ghost, give me your backpack!"

Just before he pretended to be captured, he handed over the backpack containing all the ghost-hunting equipment to the old ghost for safekeeping. Although the backpack could not hurt the old ghost through the things inside, those guys were very dangerous to ghosts anyway. It is an extremely dangerous item, so the old ghost held it in his hand as if it were a time bomb, which made me tremble with fear. At this moment, when I heard Yong Bowen's cry, I was really overjoyed, and kept saying "Coming, coming" ", without entering the house, he threw the backpack in with a flick of his hand.

At this moment, Yong Bowen just happened to dodge the attack of the getter and failed to receive it. Although the large backpack, which was purely sold at a street stall, was very new in style, its quality was obviously not up to standard. When it was dropped like this, it immediately fell apart, and a backpack of talisman paper Bullshit rice...all kinds of things flew out of the tent, and the sniffer was unlucky enough to pounce on it, and all these messy things hit it without falling.

Amidst the shrill screams, the breath-taking ghost that had just been full of momentum bounced high into the air, dripping with a large amount of bright green ghost liquid. It was seen that it was covered with yellow paper charms from head to toe. , one arm was covered in dog blood, and green smoke kept coming out, and the body made banging and popping noises from time to time. It seemed that there were countless ultra-small time bombs buried in the body. Every time there was a sound, a dense green mass exploded in one place. . But these are relatively minor injuries. The most terrible thing is that the mahogany sword was accidentally inserted into its neck, piercing the thin linen-like neck!

The breath-sucking ghost twisted its body in the air, yelled, and reached out to pull out the peach wood sword. However, the peach wood itself is a tool to ward off evil, and with the spells of the Tianshi sect painted on it, how can a ghost like it do it?

Touch? As soon as its hand touches the hilt of the sword, it feels like it has touched a red-hot iron, with green smoke rising straight out.

Yong Bowen was afraid that it would be injured so badly that the ghost Gu would burst out of its body, so he rushed forward, held the hilt of the sword, kicked the breath-breathing ghost away with a flying kick, then picked up the gourd and grabbed Zhang Piaofei's

Paper talisman, with a grimace he bit the index finger that had just become clotted with blood again, drew the talisman, and hit the breath-getter with all his strength.

The talisman spontaneously ignited in the air without fire, and streaked with a bright light trail, falling directly on the breath-taking ghost like a meteor. There was a muffled sound from the canopy, and the ghost-collecting talismans all over the body of the breath-taking ghost began to blaze at the same time.

It burned. The talisman burned very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it burned out, and the black ash flew and fell. Yong Bowen finished reciting the incantation, pointed his sword at the breathing ghost, and then swiped the mouth of the gourd, and heard You's voice.

There was a sound, as if a bird was flying quickly in the air, and the black shadow flashed, and the air-sucking ghost was sucked into the gourd.

Yong Bowen quickly took out the stopper and plugged the mouth of the gourd. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and saw Fei Dingxin sitting on the ground blankly, so he walked over and said, "Mr. Fei, thank you very much."

Fei Dingxin suddenly came to his senses, stood up, glanced at his father's mutilated body with a complicated expression, and whispered: "You don't have to thank me. In fact, I am helping him and myself. In fact, he is

He was already dead at noon, and he was just dragging his broken body around in the world to suffer because of his resentment."

Yong Bowen was silent for a moment. These situations were ultimately caused by his reckless behavior. He felt very unhappy and sighed. Just as he was about to express his sincere apology, Fei Dingxin suddenly turned his head and looked at him, saying in a deep voice.

Said: "Is what you just said true?"

"What?" Yong Bowen was a little confused by this sudden sentence.
To be continued...