Du Bai just thought that he didn't mean to go into it in depth, but turned his attention to what he wanted to do next.

He bleed a fox and a weasel together. The scene was slightly bloody and made him feel a little uncomfortable. He even once wondered if he was doing something evil...

After thinking about it, it was right. The magic I learned from ghosts and monsters, which was originally evil! What else would you like to dislike? It would be fine if you wouldn't kill me anyway.

In short, after a while, he finished the blood, and he didn't rush to throw away the two corpses. He still had some spirituality left inside. After eating, he could replenish his body. The effect was comparable to that of the old ginseng of the year.

"After all, I spent forty taels of silver, and I could use the best of my money!" Du Bai's ugly face was fully exposed.

After this, after some extraction, half a bowl of spiritual blood was obtained and part of the black liquid he had prepared before was added. It quickly turned from the original blood red to the starry sky like the night sky, quite exquisite.

The paint was ready, so he took out the prepared rice paper and brush, and began to carefully write along the patterns in his memory.

However, what he described was not the formation or scriptures of the righteous practitioner, but a special symbol inherited from the ghost world, which can lead to heaven and earth and drive ghosts and gods, which is extremely mysterious, although what he now depicts is only the first few characters.

There is no way, he also wants to use the right method to exorcise ghosts, but there is no way to learn. Since there is something useful to the ghost clan and it is kept in front of him, if you don’t look at it, then use it.

Du Bai, who has implemented the theory of using it, thought so.

But when he painted the first rune, he obviously felt the temperature of the air around him drop by two or three degrees out of thin air, which made him tremble subconsciously. He also clearly felt that something seemed to be in the sky, underground, in the mirror, outside the window, and behind the close contact, a cold gaze came from the sky, looking at every hair of his tightness.

On the slightly trembling tip of the pen, it seemed that a pair of pale and corrupt hands suddenly stretched out to stop him from continuing to write!

He knew that this was a vision caused by the ghost runes when it appeared, so he quickly calmed down and didn't dare to think too much, because he knew that some cunning little ghosts like to penetrate people's inner fear and magnify them infinitely.

Once you are caught, you may be scared to death by your own illusion.

Of course, Du Bai, who is determined, is not listed here.

He just needs to release some aura from the Ghost King Clan, which is enough to prevent all the ghosts from acting rashly.

The strength of the ghost world suppresses the class clearly is much more severe than he imagined.

Everything was settled again, and he let go and continued to write the second rune.

However, at this time he found that the ink on the tip of the pen had been completely sucked dry, leaving only hairs close to air dry.

It was nothing serious, he poured it in ink and started writing.

The already calm wind gradually became stronger without realizing it, and the windows were squeaking, as if countless people were trying hard to hammer the windows and trying to come in, but were blocked outside.

Du Bai did not pay attention to the outside because his mind was now deeply attracted by the characters on his hands. Beads of sweat as big as beans gradually oozed out of his forehead, and blue veins appeared on his arms, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

"I didn't expect that it would be so hard to just write."

Du Bai gasped gently, feeling that there seemed to be a whole mountain pressing on his back, which made him almost move, but his arms had some strength left.

His eyes gradually showed a solemn look.

When I was in the ghost town, I didn’t feel it was difficult to learn these runes with the body of the Ghost King, but instead felt it was easy. Whether it was writing in a straight or in a reverse way, even random drawings had nothing to do with it, and there was no sign of backlash.

Unexpectedly, when I got here, just a few simple characters and the most formal way of writing would also put a lot of pressure on me.

For the first time, he clearly felt the gap between heaven and earth between the two bodies.

"The difference in strength is still too great."

He sighed in his heart.

Of course, there must be one of them that is a ghost and the other is a human, but the influencing factor is not big. The runes in the ghost world are common in the three realms.

When the fourth rune was about to arrive, trouble finally came.

As soon as he finished writing, the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, before he could react, he suddenly saw the candlelight in the house jumping suddenly, and then it went out instantly. The whole room was pitch black, and at the same time, his arms could not move.

His gaze could only see a cold palm that was rotten to the point of maggots in the flat rice paper, and was holding his wrist tightly to prevent him from continuing to write.

"Stop...or... die!"

A hoarse and low old male voice echoed in his ears.

The cold wind suddenly rose and poured into the neck of his collar. A chilling feeling spread throughout his body, and he suddenly felt creepy.

However, at this time, the words of panic were like throwing themselves into the trap. Du Bai quickly let his mind go empty, closed his eyes and concentrated. At the same time, the light spot in his mind that represented the body of the Ghost King quickly lit up and the light appeared.

He is taking advantage of the power of his clone.

He learned that if the human race dares to write ghost runes at will, they will inevitably be targeted by ghosts wandering in the human world because of the condensed yin energy. There are only two ways to avoid this. Either you are strong and you can not be afraid of ordinary ghosts, or you have strong people behind you.

If an ordinary mortal is just trying to die, waiting to be devoured by ghosts.

Du Bai himself is just a mortal, but there is someone behind him!

His clone is the Ghost King!

Invisibly, a mysterious and powerful aura was slowly released from his body.

"Huh!"

An incredible cry sounded in his ears in an instant. The old ghost with a ill intention seemed to have discovered something incredible and was inexplicably shocked.

Du Bai slowly opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing an inexplicable smile, and combined with that powerful aura, it formed a great pressure on the enemy.

"This... such a powerful aura of the Ghost King..." The old ghost never expected that the seemingly weak little scholar in front of him was a ghost king who was so powerful that he wanted to kneel down to worship. This was a huge usurpation. If the Ghost King knew about it, even if he escaped to the ends of the world, he would be scattered!

He hesitated immediately.

Du Bai, who was silent for a long time, had to wonder if this breath could not be suppressed. At first, he felt guilty and should think of a way to run away, and finally the old voice came to his ears, with a bit of embarrassing apology:

"Misunderstanding, disturbing..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash in front of his eyes, and the warm candlelight lit up again. The ghost hand had disappeared before. The room was still calm, and there was no sound of ghosts crying and howling outside the room. It seemed that just a hallucination just now, but nothing happened.

Du Bai's mouth twitched slightly.
Chapter completed!