Wei Yuan stared at the red embroidered shoes.
The other ghosts had not figured out the situation yet.
The female ghost wearing the three-inch golden lotus red embroidered shoes lowered her head, her black hair hung down her back, her face was pale without any blood color, her eyes were completely black, she said nothing, and did not roar and pounce on him, but she made people feel trembling in their hearts and tingling in their scalps.
The sound outside the door seemed to be separated by several layers of soundproof glass, becoming more and more blurred.
Wei Yuan even felt that his hands and feet were losing temperature and becoming numb.
It was like being soaked in ice water.
He bit the tip of his tongue, and a bloody taste spread out with a little warmth. He clenched the Crouching Tiger waist card with his right hand to make the wrong feeling disappear from him. The burning and stinging feeling from the waist card in his palm finally pulled his senses back to the world.
Wei Yuan stared at the female ghost who was quietly lowering her head.
Red embroidered shoes...
Ghosts are here.
Indeed, the lieutenant can kill bandits and demons, but there is no rule that fierce bandits and demons cannot kill the lieutenant.
The water ghost in this museum doesn't seem to know how to read the atmosphere at all.
It thought Wei Yuan was a Taoist priest who caught demons and ghosts in old Hong Kong movies, and mistakenly thought that this female ghost was caught by him. As a water ghost, it came forward to say hello, stretched out its hand to pat the female ghost's arm, and said happily:
"Big sister, where did you die?"
"Come back..."
Wei Yuan just shouted, and the female ghost's long hair, which was still dripping with water, suddenly grew violently.
Buzz!!!
The thick hair gathered together, like a sharp iron awl, easily piercing the waist and abdomen of the water ghost, and the hair went all over the ceiling, like an old locust tree that had grown for several years but withered, hanging the water ghost directly in the air.
Wei Yuan's face changed suddenly.
The water ghost kept struggling in the air, and its face became more and more swollen.
Soon the water ghost's struggling movements began to slow down, the whites of its eyes gradually turned black, and it had a cold and icy aura like that of the female ghost.
Tick, tick---
Water began to drip from its body.
The fingertips slowly turned black.
Without anyone telling him, Wei Yuan could guess that the harmless water ghost was now also turning into a fierce ghost.
No matter what, there would be two fierce ghosts in the room. Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost, estimated the distance, gritted his teeth, crouched down and rushed forward. When he passed the coffee table, he directly took out the soaked broken sword from the basin.
When the broken sword was in his hand, Wei Yuan shuddered.
It was like grabbing a large piece of ice in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and held it tightly, rushing forward.
The museum residence was not big, only a few steps away.
When Wei Yuan approached, the female ghost stood quietly with her head down, but a strand of her hair suddenly grew longer and twisted towards Wei Yuan like a python. Wei Yuan directly took out the Crouching Tiger waist token and smashed the token that was constantly sending burning and stinging pain directly on the strand of hair.
The long black hair suddenly shrank.
Wei Yuan took the opportunity to quickly approach, and the broken sword in his hand violently tore the strand of hair hanging on the water ghost.
It felt like cutting soft rubber with a blunt knife, but at least it could be felt that it was cutting. The Crouching Tiger waist token in his left hand kept waving, tightly protecting itself, forcing away the black hair that wanted to pull Wei Yuan away or penetrate. Finally, gritted his teeth and directly pressed the waist token on the black hair that he had cut a little.
With a swish.
A strand of long hair fell directly to the ground.
The hanging water ghost fell to the ground with a puff, and fluttered twice like a dead fish.
The eerie feeling disappeared from the water ghost's face.
The remaining two ghosts hurriedly dragged the water ghost away. The paper man was about to run over to help, but the knife ghost grabbed it and stuffed it into the hole of his wound to prevent them from causing trouble.
Wei Yuan was panting, holding his waist badge in one hand and a dagger in the other, crossing his chest, crouching down, staring at the female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes.
He had a premonition that the other party would come to his door, but when the other party really came to his door, he was still a little flustered.
At the same time, there was a sense of anger that he couldn't explain.
The crouching tiger waist badge trembled, and there were tiger roars around.
The female ghost raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of pure black empty eyes, which made people's backs creepy.
Wei Yuan stared at her in anger.
Ghosts are also afraid of evil people. At this time, Wei Yuan, a mortal, glared at the female ghost, but his momentum was not inferior at all.
Suddenly.
A bright light exploded in the sky.
After a few seconds, there was a rumbling sound of thunder.
In February, all things come out of shock, and shock is thunder, so it is called Jingzhe.
The lightning and thunder disappeared after a few seconds. Wei Yuan saw that there was no female ghost in front of him. The floor in front was wet. Several footprints disappeared until they reached the door. Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, his body was a little stiff, turned on all the lights, still holding the waist card and the broken sword in his hand, and slowly sat down with his back against the wall.
He exhaled slowly.
The ghosts who had just escaped also reappeared in front of Wei Yuan.
They just didn't see the last part, and just thought that Wei Yuan had driven the evil ghost out, and thought he was a really capable Maoshan Taoist priest in the movie, so they greeted him with great respect, especially the water ghost that was almost transformed into an evil ghost, who was even more grateful.
Wei Yuan looked at its injuries.
It was obviously pierced by the female ghost's hair, but now it has healed. The biggest part of the wound was blocked by the group of Yin objects in the fishing net, and the strands of Yin Qi entangled on it, barely filling it up, and now it is alive and kicking.
After the ghosts greeted, Wei Yuan originally wanted to ask about their respective origins, but he just had a face-to-face fight with the evil ghost, and he didn't feel it before, but now he just felt exhausted all over his body, and didn't want to move at all, and didn't want to think about anything.
He sent a few ghosts and the two paper figures to stay in the museum.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes and suddenly felt that the crouching tiger waist card was still trembling and emitting burning heat.
After a slight pause, he pulled himself together and took the white paper. He sat on the bed and printed the Crouching Tiger waist badge on the paper.
On the white paper appeared a series of official script characters.
'If the Si Li Xiao Wei repelled the evil spirits and prevented the wandering souls from turning into evil spirits, he would get one merit.'
'To become the Si Li Xiao Wei, one of the methods that must be mastered.'
Merit…
Wei Yuan seemed to be thinking.
The characters dissipated again, but the cold air in the room had been swept away, as if it had been absorbed by the Crouching Tiger waist badge. One of the forces was transmitted to Wei Yuan in reverse, making him feel a sharp pain, and then the fatigue and mental anger were slowly soothed.
A huge fatigue emerged.
Wei Yuan's eyelids slowly sank and he fell asleep, and in his sleep, his body was slowly strengthened.