Chapter 8 The fatal question (this chapter is free)

Behind him stood a tall, middle-aged man. He wore a suit and leather shoes, a white shirt, a straight tie, his hair was neatly combed, he was elegant, and he wore a pair of glasses. He had the standard image of a successful white-collar worker. But his belly was...

A big transparent hole was opened, and tiny pieces of flesh and blood and internal organs were hanging inside and out. It was really disgusting.

What a bold ghost. He didn't run away when he saw the Heavenly Master. Instead, he talked to him. It's true that the world has gone down and ghosts have lost their ways.

Yong Bowen was shocked for a moment and then shouted: "You are so brave!"

After hearing these words, the middle-aged ghost man was stunned for a moment. He put his hand into the big hole and dug it up. He took out the gallbladder and put it in front of his eyes. He looked at it and said stupidly: "My gallbladder is not fat."

This place is very normal, look." He said and handed the sweaty courage to the tip of Yong Bowen's nose.

Yong Bowen is a heavenly master, not a doctor. He has only seen two ghosts so far, and they have a very clear appearance. One of the corpses has been soaked, which is not so disgusting. Now a bloody gallbladder is placed in front of him. Although he doesn't smell anything, he can

He was so nauseous that his stomach was churning, and he almost couldn't vomit it out on the spot. He covered his mouth to suppress the nausea, yelled "seeking death" angrily, took out the paper charm and struck it in the face.

The middle-aged ghost man couldn't dodge, and was hit by the talisman. It was stuck on his forehead. The curse drawn on the paper talisman immediately flashed with golden light, turning into thousands of golden threads and wrapping the ghost man tightly up and down.

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That middle-aged ghost man probably didn't have a bright mind, and he still asked stupidly: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I accepted you!" Yong Bowen laughed and touched his body, only to realize that he had been in a hurry and dropped the container for collecting ghosts into his bag.

The middle-aged ghost man had already reacted and shouted, "Help, help, someone is trying to catch me!" While shouting, he humped on the ground like an earthworm and fled away.

"Still want to run?" Yong Bowen chased after him and stepped on his back, "Tell me, who is driving you? How many ghost Gus are there?"

"Help, help!" the middle-aged ghost man shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yong Bowen couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "You are already dead, how can you still save your life? You shouldn't shout like that."

"Ah?" The middle-aged ghost man was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Then how should I shout?"

"You should shout to save the ghost." Yong Bowen raised his voice and shouted, "Save the ghost, there is a heavenly master who wants to melt me! This is the right thing to do."

The middle-aged ghost man suddenly realized it, nodded repeatedly, and then shouted: "Save the ghost, there is a heavenly master who wants to melt me!"

"That's right." Yong Bowen nodded with satisfaction, "I am the contemporary successor and head of the Northern Sect of Tianshi, Tianshi Yong..."

"Bad guy!" A childish voice suddenly sounded behind him, and a small figure rushed up, strangled his neck and shouted, "Let uncle doctor go, you bad guy."

Yong Bowen was so pinched that he rolled his eyes. He didn't even bother to introduce himself anymore, so he reached out to catch the daring kid, but he was caught by a big cold hand as soon as he reached halfway.

"Humph, we are all in this situation now, what else do you people want?" A low and angry roar suddenly sounded, followed by a huge force acting on the caught wrist, and you could hear the rattling of the wrist bones.

It sounded like it was about to be broken.

Yong Bowen was in so much pain that he almost didn't shed tears. He reluctantly turned his head and saw a strong young man with a height of two meters standing with an angry look on his face, holding his wrist tightly.

This man was only about twenty-four or five years old. He had big shoulders, a round waist, and a small crew cut. He was wearing a small vest, and his exposed muscles were bulging. When he stood there, he looked like a hill standing on the spot. It was just the small size of this strong man.

Half of his body was as flat as the photo, with flesh and blood and broken arms hanging limply on his body, with debris falling from time to time.

"Uh, oh, oh..." Yong Bowen was choked by the little ghost and couldn't speak. He instinctively waved his other free hand to save his neck. But as soon as he raised his hand, he was caught again.

Living.

This time, the person who grabbed his hand was an old man in his sixties, wearing Chinese casual clothes. His appearance was intact, but he was so thin that when Yong Bowen first saw him, he thought he was

I saw a frame of bones. Because he was too thin, even though the place where Yong Bowen was grabbed by him was so painful, it felt as if he had been locked with a pair of handcuffs.

"Young man, cough, cough, cough, please be merciful, cough, cough, please be merciful..." The old man pretended to be a peacemaker, saying one sentence, gasping twice, two sentences, coughing three times, it was really annoying.

Worried that he would cough up his lungs.

"We must not spare him today!" Half of the strong men roared angrily. "It's rare for someone to break in. I will take his life today and let those guys know that we are not easy to mess with. People are kind and can be bullied."

, Guishan was caught, I’ve had enough!”

"Yes, we can't let him go."

"kill him."

"Repay injustice when there is injustice, and revenge when there is hatred."

"Crush him into thousands of pieces and let everyone share a piece and taste it!"

The roars one after another suddenly sounded, startling Yong Bowen, who had been choked out of breath. He reluctantly squinted his eyes and looked around, only to see a large group of dead ghosts appearing around him out of nowhere.

The strange and bizarre death scenes are as ugly as they are ugly, as bizarre as they are bizarre. If you were a timid person, you would be frightened to death on the spot when you see this scene.

The dead ghosts were furious, and as they spoke, they rushed forward one after another. The strong man with a kitchen knife stuck in his head came up to grab his legs, the classic female ghost with her head in her hands came up and pulled her hair, and the other one had both hands missing.

The skinny guy bit his ears when he opened his mouth. He was noisy and chattering, and he didn't know how many arms and mouths came up to scratch and bite. Poor Yong Bowen, as a contemporary heavenly master, is full of ghost-catching spells and ghost-killing charms, but because of a moment

If he accidentally loses the initiative, he falls into the hands of the ghosts and sees his whole body being torn to pieces.

"Damn it, am I just going to die like this?" Yong Bowen was full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness, but he had no choice but to think vaguely, "I have heard before that all the heavenly masters who caught ghosts in the past dynasties eventually died of ghosts.

Hand, I didn’t expect that I, Yong Bowen, would end up in the same end. It’s a pity that I couldn’t save Sister Xiaoyun. Well, in this case, maybe we can have the same fate even if we become ghosts..."

A burst of Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded, followed by many people singing Sanskrit in unison, "All sentient beings, whether born from an egg, born from a womb, born from moisture, or born by transformation; if they have color, if they are colorless; if they have thoughts, if they don't think, if they don't exist,

Thoughts are not without thoughts, I will bring them into nirvana and save them. In this way, countless sentient beings will be saved, but in fact no sentient beings will be saved. Why? Subhuti! If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of me, the appearance of human beings, the appearance of sentient beings, and the longevity

, that is, not a Bodhisattva..."

Along with this solemn Sanskrit chant, circles of faint golden light radiated from Yong Bowen's waist. Wherever the golden light passed, the dark world immediately lit up.

"Diamond Sutra!"

"I encountered both Buddhism and Taoism."

"Flash."

"Grandma, what's going on?"

"Aren't you pinching his neck? How can you still sing Buddhist scriptures..."

The originally menacing group of ghosts immediately abandoned Yong Bowen and dispersed with a roar, howling like wolves.

Yong Bowen fell heavily to the ground, causing pain in his butt and back. He touched his neck and coughed for a long time before he could catch his breath. Then he immediately took out his phone and took a look. Sure enough, he saw his girlfriend's photo following him.

Sanskrit sounds flashed on the screen.

"Xiaoyun's call?" Yong Bowen was ecstatic and was about to answer the call subconsciously, but he immediately came over on alert. Looking around, he saw that the ghosts who were scared away by the chanting did not flee away, but were just hiding in the surrounding buildings.

He poked his head around behind him endlessly, thinking that he would just wait for the Buddhist scriptures to stop and then rush back to take revenge.

However, now that Yong Bowen had escaped, how could he give these ghosts another chance? He immediately took out a large handful of paper charms with his left hand and answered the phone with his right hand. He couldn't wait to ask: "Hello, Sister Xiaoyun?"

"Is this Mr. Yong Bowen?" A thick man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Huh?" Yong Bowen was stunned, suspicious, and asked coldly, "That's you. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

A amputated ghost with a broken left foot bravely jumped up and rushed forward.

Yong Bowen raised his hand and held out a paper talisman, which immobilized the ghost with the severed leg on the spot. Because Luo Wanlan said that ghosts can be transformed by Qian Tianhe, so the paper talismans he brought out this time were relatively powerful ones that can fix ghosts and collect ghosts.

It's just that he forgot to bring the ghost-repelling tool, so the only thing he can use now is the ghost-fixing talisman.

"Xiao Wen, where are you?" The voice finally came from the other end of the phone, but it was Aliyun's voice. However, her voice was low and soft with a hint of crying, and it was not as straightforward and bold as usual.

When Yong Bowen heard this, he was heartbroken. The ghost exorcist's ghost poison was transformed by him. He didn't know how he would torture and hurt Aliyun if he caught her this time. He threw talismans to arrest all the ghosts that came up.

, while asking with concern: "Xiaoyun, are you okay?"

"It's better now, where are you..." Aliyun's tone was extremely soft.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to save you. Where are you now?" Yong Bowen was so anxious that he wanted to get through the phone directly.

"Save me?" Aliyun on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, "I'm in Akihito Hospital now."

"Mingren Hospital? Okay, I understand, wait, I will rescue you right now!" Yong Bowen suddenly realized that something was not right, "Uh... why are you in the hospital? You were rescued.

Where is the guy who caught you?"

"What are you being rescued from? What are you talking about?" Aliyun was obviously confused on the other end.

Huh? The words on both sides cannot be connected. What went wrong? Yong Bowen was confused, "Xiaoyun, weren't you taken away?"

"How could I have been taken away?" Aliyun's voice sounded a little dumbfounded, "I just got injured and am now hospitalized at Akihito Hospital."

"Fall?" Yong Bowen was shocked, "How did you fall? When we were talking on the phone in the morning, you suddenly called and the phone was disconnected. I couldn't get through, and I didn't see you when I ran to your clinic.

, I only saw that the reception room was in a mess, as if there had just been a fight, and I thought you had been captured by... bad guys."

As he was talking, more and more ghosts were around him, blocking all sides tightly, as if he had built a wall with ghosts, but there were still ghosts jumping over the head of the pioneer. Yong Bowen held the paper in his hand.

The talismans are flying out like snowflakes, and it looks like the sky is full of yellow talismans flying around, which is both impressive and pleasing to the eye.

"What are you thinking about?" Aliyun said softly, "The light tube in the reception room was broken. I stepped on the chair to change it, but I fell off and fainted. Fortunately... a friend happened to come over at that time.

, sent me to the hospital. It's all your fault. You called me to distract me while I was changing the light tube, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen."

It's actually like this! It turned out to be just a false alarm. Yong Bowen's heart that had been in his throat was finally relieved, "So how are you now? Are you seriously injured? You're not broken."

"It's okay. I just have a slight concussion, sprained my ankle, and filed my wrist. I won't be able to walk for about a month." Aliyun said somewhat depressedly, "Where are you? Come and accompany me quickly."

"It's okay." Yong Bowen let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm on the outskirts of the city now. Just wait and I'll come see you. By the way, what do you want to eat?"
To be continued...