The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 7
Wei Yuan stared at the pair of red embroidered shoes.

The rest of the ghosts haven't figured out the situation yet.

The female ghost wearing three-inch golden lotus embroidered shoes lowered her head, her black hair was hanging behind her back, her face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were all black, she didn't speak, and she didn't roar, but it made people feel My heart trembled, my scalp numb.

The sound outside the door seemed to be getting more and more blurred through several layers of soundproof glass.

Wei Yuan even felt that his hands, feet and limbs lost temperature little by little and became numb.

It's like being immersed in ice water.

He bit the tip of his tongue, a bloody smell spread out, with a little warmth, and his right hand clenched the crouching tiger waist card tightly, letting that wrong feeling disappear from himself, and the waist card came from the palm of his hand, The scorching tingling sensation finally brought his feeling back to the world.

Wei Yuan stared at the female ghost who quietly lowered her head.

red embroidered shoes...

Ghost, here we go.

Indeed, the school captain can suppress bandits and kill demons, and there is no rule that the gangsters and demons cannot kill the demon school captain.

The water ghosts in this museum don't seem to know the atmosphere at all.

It treats Wei Yuan as a Taoist priest in old-fashioned Hong Kong films who hunts demons and catches ghosts. He mistakenly thinks that this female ghost was captured for him. She is also a water ghost. The ghost arm patted it and said cheerfully:
"Big girl, where did you die?"

"return……"

Wei Yuan only shouted, and the long hair of the female ghost, which was still dripping with water, grew violently.

hum! ! !
The thick strands of hair gathered together, like a sharp iron awl, and easily pierced the waist and abdomen of the water ghost. The strands of hair went up to the ceiling, like an old locust that had grown for several years but withered. The tree hangs the water ghost directly in the air.

Wei Yuan's expression changed.

The water ghost struggled in the air, and his face became more and more swollen.

Soon the water ghost's struggling movements began to slow down, the whites of his eyes darkened little by little, and there was an aura that was as cold and icy as that of the female ghost.

tick, tick-

It also began to drip water down its body.

Fingertips slowly turn black.

Needless to say, Wei Yuan can also guess that the harmless water ghost is now turning into a serious ghost.

No matter what, there will be two serious ghosts in the house by then. Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost, estimated the distance, gritted his teeth, lowered his body and rushed forward. The soaked Broken Sword Feminine was fished out from the water basin.

Starting with the broken sword, Wei Yuan shivered.

It was as if he was holding a large piece of ice in his hand, but he still clenched his teeth tightly and rushed forward.

The museum is not big, just a few steps away.

When Wei Yuan approached, the female ghost had been standing quietly with her head bowed, but a strand of hair suddenly grew longer, twisting towards Wei Yuan like a python, Wei Yuan directly took out the crouching tiger waist card, and backhanded the The hot and stinging token that kept coming smashed directly on the strand of hair.

His long black hair shrank violently.

Wei Yuan took the opportunity to approach quickly, and the broken sword in his hand violently tore the long strand of hair hanging from the water ghost.

It was like cutting soft rubber with a dull knife, but at least one could feel that it was cutting open, and the crouching tiger waist card in his left hand was constantly waving, defending himself, trying to pull Wei Yuan away, or pierce through it. His black hair was forced away, and he gritted his teeth at last, and pressed his waist card directly on the black hair that he had cut a little bit with his backhand.

A stab.

A strand of long hair fell directly to the ground.

The hanging water ghost smashed to the ground, thumping twice like a dead fish.

That eerie feeling disappeared from the water ghost's face.

The remaining two ghosts hurriedly dragged the water ghost away, but the paper figurine planned to run over to help with his fists, but was caught by the sword soldiers and stuffed into the hole of his wound to save them from causing trouble.

Wei Yuan was dressed in rough clothes, holding a waist card in one hand and a dagger in the other, crossing his heart to protect his heart, bowed his body, and stared at the female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes.

He had some hunch about the fact that the opposite party came to the door, but when the opposite party really came to the door, he was still in a hurry.

At the same time, there was an anger that he couldn't even explain himself.

The crouching tiger's waist card trembled, and there were bursts of tiger roars around it.

The female ghost raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of pure black empty eyes, which made the back of her hair feel hairy.

Wei Yuan stared straight at him in anger.

Ghosts are also afraid of wicked people. At this time, Wei Yuan, who was a mortal body, glared at the female ghost, but his aura was not at all inferior.

Sudden.

The sky exploded with light.

After a few seconds, there was a rumbling thunder sound.

During the February Festival, all things are out of shock, and the shock turns into thunder, so it is called Jingzhe.

After a few seconds, Leiguang and Leisheng dissipated. Wei Yuan saw that there was no more female ghost in front of him. The floor in front of him was wet, and several footprints disappeared until they reached the door. Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, and his body was slightly Stiff, turned on all the lights, still holding the waist card and the broken sword in his hands, and slowly sat down with his back against the wall.

He let out a long breath slowly.

The ghosts that had just escaped also reappeared in front of Wei Yuan.

They just didn't see the last part, they just thought it was Wei Yuan who expelled the ghost, and regarded him as the kind of Maoshan Taoist priest who really had the ability in the movie, so they paid respectful respect, especially the one who almost turned into a ghost just now. The water ghost, thank you so much.

Wei Yuan looked at its injuries.

It was clearly pierced by the female ghost's hair, but now it has healed. The biggest part of the wound was blocked with a ball of fishnet masculinity, and strands of yin entangled it, barely filling it up, and now it's alive and well.

After all the ghosts met, Wei Yuan originally wanted to ask them about their origins, but he just had a face-to-face fight with the fierce ghost. He didn't feel it before, but now he just felt that he was exhausted and didn't want to move at all. , don't want to think about anything.

Sent a few ghosts and the two paper figurines to stay in the museum.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and suddenly felt that the crouching tiger waist card was still trembling, emitting a scorching heat.

Slightly startled, he gathered himself up and took out the white paper, sat on the bed, and printed the Crouching Tiger Waist Card on the paper.

There are clerical script characters on the white paper.

'Lieutenant Sili repells the ghosts and prevents wandering ghosts from becoming ghosts, you can get a merit. '

'One of the Dharma gates must be mastered by those who have meritorious deeds to become Sili school captains. '

Merit...

Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

The words collapsed again, but the gloomy atmosphere in the room had been swept away, as if absorbed by the Crouching Tiger Waist Card. One of the powers was transmitted to Wei Yuan in reverse, causing him to feel a tingling pain, followed by exhaustion. The mental anger was slowly calmed down.

Great exhaustion emerged.

Wei Yuan's eyelids slowly sank, and he fell into sleep, while in deep sleep, his body was gradually strengthened.

(End of this chapter)