Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1225
Ding Ermiao frowned and asked, "Isn't that okay? How should we deal with the counterattack?"

"Hold on, if it doesn't work, give up the territory we occupy." Zhao Kuo said without even thinking:
"Generalissimo, don't forget that occupying the territory is not our ultimate goal. When I gradually give up these territories, I will send troops to seize the 73 buildings. Attack them and save them, leaving Bai Qi in a dilemma between offense and defense. .”

"How sure are you of taking 73 buildings directly?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Zhao Kuo thought for a while and said: "When the two armies meet, the brave will win. It will be a tough battle. The outcome depends on the situation on the spot, and more importantly, our morale."

"Isn't this nonsense? If you say it, you haven't said it yet!" Ding Ermiao rolled his eyes strangely.

"Generalissimo..." Zhao Kuo paused and said:
"The specific victory or defeat depends more on how long we guard the occupied buildings. The longer we guard, the greater our certainty of capturing Building 73. Because at that time, it was a full-scale melee, and our dark soldiers, They will entangle the ghost bandits who attack the building. Although Bai Qi's ghost bandits are numerous, they will not be able to exert their full effect due to the limited battlefield area."

Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help it and said, "After all, do we still have to hold on to the place we have occupied as much as possible?"

"Yes, the longer we hold on, the better it is for us. If we can hold on until dawn, I am 73% sure that we can capture [-] buildings." Zhao Kuo said.

"But compared to Bai Qi's ghost bandits, our military strength is still small." Hei Wuchang frowned and said: "Faced with Bai Qi's ghost bandits' attacks one after another, it is difficult for our ghost soldiers to hold on for two rounds. An hour."

Zhao Kuo frowned and said, "This is what I'm most worried about."

Ding Ermiao suddenly smiled, enigmatically.

The old ghosts in the underworld all looked at Ding Ermiao stupidly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

After a long time, Hei Wuchang probed: "Generalissimo, are you...?"

"Actually, I also anticipated this situation and knew that Bai Qi would counterattack, so I invited the painter Fang Zhu over." Ding Ermiao pointed at Fang Zhu and said, "He will help us."

"Him?" The old ghosts in the underworld were all stunned.

"Me?" Fang Zhu himself was stunned.

Zhao Kuo was confused and said: "What can a painter help us?"

"Don't underestimate the painter. I think a pen in his hand can defeat a million soldiers." Ding Ermiao chuckled, stood up and said:
"For example, if Bai Qi's ghost bandits invade the corridor and suddenly see a lifelike Hei Wuchang at the corner platform, will they be shocked and take action?"

"This... has a certain effect, but it is relatively limited." Zhao Kuo said.

Ding Ermiao nodded and said: "Let's do this, let's do an experiment. You all retreat, and after half an hour, enter Room 413 from all possible positions."

The old ghosts in the underworld looked at each other and retreated with fists in their hands.

"Artist, it's up to you now. Let's go to room 413 to decorate it." Ding Ermiao smiled, patted Fang Zhu on the shoulder and said:

"If you behave well, I won't take the 500 million car compensation. If you behave badly, hey... the black brick kiln is waiting for you."

Fang Zhu knew that he couldn't escape from Ding Ermiao's clutches, so he had no choice but to nod and go to Room 413 opposite.

Ji Xiaoxiao, who likes to watch the excitement, of course followed.

"The passages through which ghosts enter the room are the entrance door and exterior windows. Artist, think about where to draw patterns that will surprise the old ghosts who come in?" Ding Ermiao pointed around and said.

Fang Zhu thought for a while and said: "You have to tell me first, what are the ghosts afraid of? I need to arrange the scene according to local conditions and calculate the proportions. For what the ghosts are afraid of, it is best to have a physical comparison. At least, it must be something I have seen. Things. I can’t draw things I haven’t seen before.”

Ding Ermiao nodded, took out a paper talisman stamped with the seal of Lingbao Dharma Master from his backpack, and said, "They are afraid of me."

Fang Zhu took the paper talisman, looked at it repeatedly, and said with a smile: "Isn't that simple? You can just print [-] paper talismans like this. Why ask me to draw them?"

"You just paint when I ask you to. What nonsense are you talking about?" Ding Ermiao glared.

In fact, Ding Ermiao's heart was moved by Fang Zhu's reminder.Printing more yellow paper charms and sticking them on the corridors is also good for defense.

Although the printed items have no power, they are still effective in scaring ghosts.

Under Ding Ermiao's power, Fang Zhu did not dare to resist, and said pitifully: "Okay, I'll paint."

"Wait a minute, I'll teach you how to draw." Ding Ermiao touched his chin and pointed:
"On the ground here, you draw me a realistic bronze Bagua mirror; on the wall here, you draw me a person, life-size, holding a pot of dog blood in his hand, looking like he is about to pour it out. Then Here, draw the appearance of a paper charm..."

Fang Zhu listened very seriously, nodded repeatedly, then opened his bag, took out chalks of various colors, and after considering it, started painting.

Before Fang Zhu paints, he will meditate for a while without saying a word. When he actually starts painting, he moves very quickly, almost in one go.

The style of painting is simple, but the images are very realistic.

In less than half an hour, Fang Zhu had completed the simple decoration.

Ding Ermiao looked at the time and said, "Pack your things and hide aside. Those old ghosts will come in soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Wuchang's voice came from outside the door, saying: "Generalissimo, can we come in?"

"Come in." Ding Ermiao led Ji Xiaoxiao into the bedroom on the other side.

The old ghosts filed in, Hei Wuchang leading the way, swaggering in.

But when he turned around the entrance, he caught a glimpse of a bronze Bagua mirror on the wall, which was shining brightly at him and others. Hei Wuchang couldn't help but scream and floated aside!
"Master Fan, watch your back." Ji Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"Behind?" Hei Wuchang and the other old ghosts were startled again. They turned around and saw a man behind the door holding a plate of black dog blood, eager to splash it!
"Get away!" Hei Wuchang hurriedly raised his hands to protect his face, stepped back again, and rushed towards a bedroom door behind him.

There was a soft snap, and Hei Wuchang's ghost had hit the wall.

That door was also painted on the wall by Fang Zhu.Although Hei Wuchang had been to this room before, he was so impatient that he mistook the fake door for the real door and knocked through it blankly.

Fortunately, Hei Wuchang is the body of a soul. If he were a body of flesh and blood, he would definitely be bruised and bleeding.

Ding Ermiao stepped out, moved her fingers forward, and fixed Hei Wuchang's ghostly figure on the wall.

(End of this chapter)