The Exorcist

Chapter 9 The Death of Half the People

"What's wrong?" His 'daughter' Zhang Xue threw herself on him and asked with concern, ignoring the water basin that was overturned on the side.

At this time, Zhang Xue has been equipped with prosthetic arms and eyes, and her face has regained her charming temperament. Although not as beautiful as Hong Haohao, she has restored her sexy and strong look!

"This stubborn bastard! He couldn't even protect himself, but he even spent his remaining mana to break my water observation technique. Now what can I use to observe the situation in the city!" Sima Nan's eyes turned red and he kicked angrily. Kick away the coffee table in front of you.

"How could this happen?" Hong Haohao saw Sima Nan's look very angry and a little panicked.

"Why not!" Sima Nan blinked hard twice to make sure his eyesight was not damaged before saying, "I'm worried that Abai taught him, otherwise how could he break my water observation technique? After all, this is what Abai taught him. mine."

"Are you afraid of Abai?" Hong Hao asked sourly.

Hearing this name spoken by others, Sima Nan's heart suddenly twitched. A face as innocent and beautiful as a fairy appeared in his mind. He pondered for a long time before murmuring, "Who would be afraid of Abai? She’s so nice!”

"Better than me?"

"You can't even compare to a hair of hers. Don't mention her name again in the future!" Sima Nan's moody face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, he stood up, slammed the door and left.

The Water Observation Technique was broken, and he could no longer observe the situation in the empty city, so he did not know that Ruan Zhan finally spurted out a mouthful of blood at the moment the Water Observation Technique was broken, and he almost fell to the ground. That was too much for him. All the power in his body was blocked. He only relied on his strong will to exert the remaining spiritual power and gave Sima Nan a blow.

It's not that he's not calm, it's that he doesn't want them to always be under the enemy's surveillance. They are already passive and cannot let this situation get worse!

And to put it in Wan Li's words, you can see him fighting evil spirits while holding a basin of water like that. How can it be so cheap? He didn't even buy a ticket!

Thinking of Wan Li made him smile despite his exhaustion and helplessness. He believed that Wan Li would be able to find out the truth, and he would do everything in his power to subdue the resentful spirit, and then have a showdown with Sima Nan when the truth came out.

Sima Nan won't run away this time. His injuries have completely healed and his skills have recovered. He won't let himself get stronger to the point where he can't suppress him! Moreover, this person has psychological problems. In fact, if you want to kill him, just fight him alone, but he likes to involve many people, set up a complicated game, and play a cat-and-mouse game.

Who is he? How did you develop this personality? What kind of psychological satisfaction does he want? Many puzzles will be answered in this empty city.

Ruan Zhan calmed his breath and began to move forward slowly.

Although he can't see it now, he understands that the fog has gathered again. It was not cast by Sima Nan, but formed by the resentful spirits themselves. Only by suppressing them can the town return to its clear state.

He didn't know where Sima Nan gathered these resentful spirits, but they had always been entangled together, forming a great force. The reason why these resentful spirits did not cause harm before was that other experts must have found ways to suppress them. Ghosts cannot go far without something to cling to. With such a large number of souls, it was impossible for his broken flag to collect them all at once, let alone that Sima Nan would take them on a long journey. Therefore, he judged that these resentful spirits It came from somewhere nearby, and it was the result of a wrongful conviction!

Therefore, he asked Wan Li to investigate in the old town, while he himself tried to find a way to suppress the resentful spirit again, find the culprit, and put a life or death break with Sima Nan, who maliciously used the resentful spirit.

From his true heart, he doesn't want to hurt these resentful spirits. They must have suffered serious injuries to linger here, torturing others and themselves. It would be best if they could be suppressed and resolved. He always has a better impression of ghosts than people. Unless they are evil spirits, they generally do not harm humans and can be considered a kind of existence in this world.

He just hopes that all the dead can rest in peace!

As he walked, he carefully felt the slight movements around him. Although his powers were blocked, he was still more sensitive than ordinary people, and he still had some spells that he could use, although his magic power was greatly reduced. But he couldn't call Xiao Xia's name, not because he was afraid of attracting something to attack him, but because he was afraid that she would run into the circle of resentful spirits rashly.

"Xiaoxia! Xiaoxia!" He read her name in his heart. He felt a strong telepathic connection to her, and hoped that her sensitive constitution could do the same.

Xiaoxia ran in the fog.

At first, she could still walk slowly, thinking about how to face this crisis as she walked, but after a while, she felt that there were more things around her, and there would always be things sticking out of the invisible fog. The stumps of the human body came to catch her, trip her, and hit her, as if they were deliberately trying to get in trouble with her. I don't know if it was just her who encountered these things, or if everyone would be frightened by this!

The pursuit and interception along the way slowly forced her to run, and she had to avoid hitting things in time. In the end, she felt like she was walking through the corridors of hell. There were too many things trying to drag her into the darkness. She had to scream and dodge all the way, and she could no longer tell the difference between east, west, north and south. Only then did she realize how easy it was to stay calm, but how difficult it was to do!

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard Ruan Zhan calling her name!

She didn't hear it with her ears, but she felt him calling her in her heart. He was so gentle and eager, and an indescribable emotion suddenly rose in her chest - excitement, sadness, weakness, expectation, and the thought that this was just an illusion. Emptiness and fear.

"Ruan Zhan!" She called out softly, tentatively moving in the direction of the sound.

"Ruan Zhan." She called out again, feeling a shadow 'walking' towards her on the left, and cautiously approached her.

The white mist rolled in, and a series of footsteps came muffledly from the deep mist, making Xiaoxia feel that even the footsteps contained some dampness. Because she was so eager for Ruan Zhan to come to her, although she was a little skeptical, she still slowly approached the direction where the footsteps came from, widening her eyes, trying hard to see the figure clearly.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a shadow gradually approached in the white fog. He was tall and walked steadily, just like Ruan Zhan's usual appearance.

Xiaoxia felt happy and couldn't help but take two steps up to greet him. "Is it you?" she stopped and asked.

The other party was silent for two seconds, and then said gloomily, "No."

Xiaoxia took a breath of cold air, turned around and ran away, but a blackened hand stretched out from the fog and grabbed Xiaoxia's arm. At the same time, the black figure that Xiaoxia mistakenly thought was Ruan Zhan emerged from the fog. come out!

A strange, round old man's face appeared in front of Xiaoxia. He was about sixty years old, with thin hair, a bare forehead and a big nose. This face would normally be kind, but at this moment it was deathly gray, with a dull smile on it.

"I'm Shuanzhu's father," he said.

Xiaoxia was so frightened that she didn't know who Shuan Zhu was. She only knew that this was a very common name in the northern countryside.

"I'm Zhuanzhu." The thing holding her from the side suddenly said.

Subconsciously, Xiaoxia turned her head suddenly and saw a face that almost touched hers.

This is the face of a man in his thirties, with a shallow scar on the corner of his eyebrow, and a sinister smile on his honest and simple appearance. While answering Xiaoxia, he increased the strength of his hand, which immediately caused Xiaoxia to scream in pain.

In panic, she struggled desperately, but the corner of her clothes was grabbed by a hand again. This time it was a little girl about ten years old, and then a woman claiming to be Shuan Zhu's wife and Shuan Zhu's mother appeared.

This is a family! If there is a real grievance, then such hatred will be extremely strong, and her chance of survival will be even slimmer. And she has done nothing at all, so she is wronged!

This anger gave her the strength to struggle desperately. Although countless ghost hands attacked her body, she still freed up one hand to hold the amulet tightly, shouting "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" while speaking from They squeezed out of the gap and ran as fast as they could!

They actually pretended to be Ruan Zhan to deceive her, how disgusting! Why pretend to be him, he is such a beloved person to her! She almost burst into tears at the thought.

A burning pain came from her injured shoulder, which made her angry and sad and suddenly realized one thing - if that family were ghosts, then why did she hurt her injured arm? Recalling the scene, she clearly hit an entity. This thought made her slow down and savor the feeling just now -

wood! She hit wood! Recall that although that family had human heads, they had wooden bodies, so the old man was as tall as Ruan Zhan, but his body proportions were abnormal because his wooden legs were too long!

why is that? Why is it necessary to install a wooden body on a ghost head? Is there any meaning behind it?

Ta-ta-ta-

Before she had time to think, another voice came from behind. This time Xiaoxia knew why the footsteps were muffled, because it was caused by wood hitting the wet ground!

She was chased, and then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she broke into the square that was not shrouded in fog!

The remaining nine people were there, including Mao Fu who was scared crazy and Zhao Jiayuan who chased him and actually caught Mao Fu!

Everyone stared in the direction of the lake with pale faces.

Xiaoxia also followed their gazes and saw three more fountains spraying out of the lake, which were distributed on half of the lake together with the three fountains that had turned red. If three people will die this time, exactly half of the twelve, is the fountain representing the six remaining people meant to 'decorate' the other half of the lake? !

The nine people stood there in fear. Except for the crazy Mao Fu, everyone was afraid that they would be among the three people who were going to die next. They didn't even dare to breathe out. They were tense, ready to resist the invisible force at any time. The raid!

However, this time, the waiting time was particularly long. There was dead silence all around. Except for the sound of water and the pounding of everyone's heartbeat, nothing happened for a long time!

For the first time, Xiaoxia understood this - the most tormenting thing is not death, but waiting for death!

It's not that he doesn't want to escape, it's not that he wants to be slaughtered by others, but the fog behind him is like a solid wall at this moment. No one can leave. Unless this malicious drama is over, 'he' will drive the next group of people to leave. Waiting for the next massacre to begin in a hopeless escape!