But at this moment, in Ling Xiao's eyes, Gao Mingyi's back was clearly carrying a ghost with disheveled hair.

The ghost's hair was very long, and it fell down, covering most of his face. The strangest thing was that his legs were inserted directly into Gao Mingyi's back, as if half of his body grew from Gao Mingyi's back.

"hiss!"

Ling Xiao couldn't help but take a breath.

No wonder this ghost dares to chase Lin Yuyao unscrupulously. It seems that most of his body has been integrated into Gao Mingyi's body.

Once he inserted his entire body into Gao Mingyi's body, does that mean that he can completely replace Gao Mingyi, that is, he has successfully found a substitute?

brush!

The ghost shadow kept silent, but suddenly, he waved his pale palm in front.

A cold breath came towards him, and Ling Xiao felt that the air he exhaled turned into white mist.

bump!

His chest was hit by the invisible cold air, and it felt like he was hit by a big piece of ice, which made him breathe for a while, and he felt his sternum was about to crack.

Bang!

Ling Xiao was smashed out and hit the wooden table behind him. He felt that his waist was broken, and the table was even more pressed into several pieces by the force he hit.

"Your uncle."

Ling Xiao grinned in pain, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva

The attack method of this ghost was so weird that there was no warning at all. Even if he opened his eyes, he could only vaguely detect a faint black ripple sweeping over the air.

But the speed was too fast, and he had no time to dodge and was directly hit in the chest.

"It's still too weak."

After all, the "Spiritual Eye Art" is just an auxiliary ghost magic technique. It can allow ordinary people to have the ability to look directly at the spirit body, but there is no increase in their strength and reaction speed.

But he was very surprised, why did he not respond to the things he wore on him?

"Little monk, don't cheat me."

Ling Xiao raised his head and gritted his teeth and stared at the hunched figure at the door.

I saw that on Gao Mingyi's back, the ghost with disheveled hair raised his arms again, and this time he raised his hands together.

"Depend on!"

He rolled and crawled to the side. Almost in an instant, the fragments of the wooden table on the ground were smashed into pieces, and the wood slag flew all over the sky, leaving a series of deep scratches on the ground, just like scratching them with his fingernails.

Ling Xiao's shoulder hit the stove next to him. The bun shop had such a large space. No matter how he flashed, it would easily hit the things around him.

In an instant, he gritted his teeth and took a breath.

It hurts so much.

However, at this time, he also discovered some abnormality, that is, the attack method of this ghost thing was very strange. Even after opening his eyes, he could only see a little light black ripples.

Secondly, the power of this attack is even greater than imagined. If the scratches left on the ground fall on people, they will be afraid that their skin and flesh will be torn apart, and even their bones will be caught.

Ordinary people may not be able to withstand it.

"So I just ate that, but what the little monk said still worked."

This discovery made Ling Xiao feel excited.

Although his chest was scratched just now, he just felt it hurt, but his flesh and flesh did not crack and his bones did not really break.

It's not serious injury at all, nor is it life-threatening.

"Hey!"

Ling Xiao looked at his bandaged hands, and suddenly his five fingers clenched into fists. The bandage, as well as the things he wore, were printed with special materials on the Demon Subduing Sutra.

To be precise, it is the fourth of the thirty-six verses of the Sutra of the Demon Subduing.

This is also the confidence he dares to protect Lin Yuyao today.

"Gugu!"

At the door, Gao Mingyi suddenly tilted his lowered head, twisted a strange 90 degrees, his eyes stood up, looking towards Ling Xiao, and his throat rolled, making a strange sound.

The ghost on his back was almost the same as him, with pale, pupilless eyes staring at Ling Xiao coldly.

Suddenly, Gao Mingyi grinned, and the corners of his mouth kept pulling to both sides, almost pulling to the edge of his ears.

The ghost on his back and his mouth cracked directly next to his ears, like a black pocket, revealing the bloody tongue and white teeth inside.

puff!

The ghost roared and suddenly exhaled a breath of black gas, which was much more fierce than the faint black ripples just now.

Ling Xiao's pupils shrank, and the tadpole runes deep in his eyes flashed with green light, as if they were about to explode.

In sight, black ripples rolled in the air, and the walls inside the house were torn apart layer by layer, revealing the black and wet bricks inside.

The cold and moldy smell enveloped the entire bun shop.

Ling Xiao quickly stepped on the ground and jumped onto the stove next to him, but his body did not maintain balance and knocked the steamer next to him.

The dead rat's corpse was thrown to the ground, and maggots began to crawl in a mess on the ground.

boom!

A faint black airflow hit Ling Xiao's shoulder at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, his right shoulder collapsed, and he almost lost consciousness of pain.

A muffled groan was heard, and Ling Xiao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth tightly. He had never dealt with ghosts, but he had never expected such a situation.

He could hardly see any attacks on the opposite side. This thing would not fight you head-on, nor did he know what it was using to launch such an almost invisible attack.

"Damn it, no wonder the little monk asked me to run as far as I could."

A bitter smile in his heart.

Ling Xiao only now knew what Mingxin meant at that time. Ordinary people had almost no chance of fighting back when facing the third level of resentment.

If I hadn't relied on the "Lingtong Art" and the lining of the clothes full of the fourth scripture of the "Subduing Demons", I would have probably died long ago.

Buzz!

At this moment, as if he was irritated, a little white light suddenly appeared on the lining of Ling Xiao's clothes. Then, his hands wrapped around the bandages, golden scriptures began to appear on the strips of cloth that were displayed with the white light.

"Um?"

The scorching air began to gather outside Ling Xiao's body as the scriptures emerged. In his ears, there were even sounds of chanting Buddhist scriptures and knocking on wooden fish.

At the door of the bun shop, Gao Mingyi, who had never stepped into the store, suddenly raised his head, turned his head at a right angle, and his blood-red eyes stared at Ling Xiao.

On his back, eyes like dead fish eyes penetrated his loose hair and his gloomy eyes locked on Ling Xiao.

"Monk?"

The resentful ghost's voice was extremely strange, like the dull and slightly harsh sound when the stone mill rotated.
Chapter completed!