Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 213 There's Nothing to Talk About

Yaowang Mountain.

A spooky wedding-themed haunted house.

As several people entered, music and singing began to play in the haunted house, and food began to be served.

Very lively.

"Open your eyes!" Zhiqiu Yiye cast a spell and saw the true situation of the haunted house.

Zhou Ping also used his perception range to check the situation around him.

Xiaoqing stood on Fan Shiyi's shoulder, her eyes flickering like snakes.

The haunted house is indeed an illusion.

There is no house here, but there are a few broken tables.

The people are all fake, not real people, but paper figures.

These paper figures have bright red lips and their eyes are all dotted, making them look very creepy.

"There's nothing, just paper figures." Zhiqiu Yiye reminded, "Be careful with these paper figures, this is a ghost spell, it seems the evil behind it should be a ghost."

Several people saw the real situation through their own means.

The ghost king resurrected from the dead body, with a big red flower on his body: "Dear guests, please take your seats."

Zhou Ping and the others looked at each other and did not act rashly, but chose to sit down. They did not know the Ghost King's background and purpose, so they had to sit down.

"Everyone, I have lived here for a long time. I don't know what year of the Great Zhou Dynasty it is today?" The Ghost King spoke first.

Fan Shiyi's expression changed slightly.

Above Da Wei is Da Qian, and above Da Qian is Da Zhou.

By this calculation, the evil spirit in front of him must have lived for at least thousands of years.

Fan Shiyi gently waved his paper fan and said, "After the Great Zhou Dynasty came the Great Qian Dynasty, and after the Great Qian Dynasty came the Great Wei Dynasty."

"It's been thousands of years." The Ghost King sighed, and suddenly his face changed, "Damn you Buddha! You tried to seal me before you died!"

An aura emanated from the Ghost King.

This momentum not only has energy, but also has a domineering aura.

The ghost baby's scalp tingled. As a ghost, it could feel the aura of its ancestors even more.

The ghost baby slipped into the ghost bride's belly and hid there.

The ghost bride was also feeling uncomfortable. Although she had reached the sixth rank, she was not at the same level as the Ghost King.

The ghost bride hid in Zhou Ping's arms.

There is a red veil in Zhou Ping's arms, which is the hiding place of the ghost bride.

The expressions of Zhou Ping, Fan Shiyi and Zhiqiu Yiye were more natural.

Zhiqiu Yiye is a fourth-grade Taoist, and is also the best among the younger generation of Taoists.

Taoist thunder magic can also restrain evil spirits. Regardless of status and means, Zhiqiu Yiye is no match for the Ghost King.

Fan Shiyi was also very calm. She had reached the third rank at a young age and was extremely talented.

As for Zhou Ping, although he felt a little weak, he felt much more at ease when he remembered that he had secret treasures and magic tools, as well as a teleportation scroll.

Most importantly, all three of them are young!

You old coffin gourd, you've been around for thousands of years, why are you still so arrogant?
"It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." The Ghost King couldn't help but sigh.

If it had happened thousands of years ago, others would have probably been scared to death upon hearing the name of the Ghost King, but these three people did not move at all, and their faces remained calm, which made the Ghost King unable to help but look at them with admiration.

"Friend, can you give me my bride?" The Ghost King stared at Zhou Ping and said.

Zhou Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he naturally understood what the Ghost King meant: "This is my bride!"

The Ghost King raised his eyebrows and said, "Then there is nothing to discuss."

"Talk about nothing!" Zhiqiu Yiye had long been annoyed with the Ghost King, especially his aura of a superior.

This made Zhiqiu Yiye so angry that he flipped the table!

A bunch of runes flew out from Zhiqiu Yiye's hands.

At the same time, the haunted houses around also disappeared.

One by one, paper figures flew up and blocked the rune.

"These paper figures are magical tools, and I'm afraid they all have the power of physical objects." Zhiqiu Yiye said hurriedly.

Zhiqiu Yiye's runes did some damage to these paper figures, but not much. Zhou Ping made a gesture with his hands, and then rubbed out a ball of fire.

This is Zhou Ping's fire spell, which he obtained from someone's memory.

It’s just that before, Zhou Ping could only rub out a flame, but now he can rub out a ball of fire.

Zhou Ping threw the fireball at the paper man using the object control technique.

The paper man instantly caught fire.

However, the next moment, two tears of blood flowed from the Ghost King's eyes, flew out, spread all over the paper man, and put out the flames.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of paper figures rushed towards the three people.

Zhou Ping held a vajra in his right hand, which emitted a faint golden light. At the same time, the Ruyi cassock was wrapped around the vajra.

The Confucian robes are actually sacred objects of Buddhism, and their power is astonishing.

With the blessing of the Confucian robes, the vajra burst out with intense golden light.

At this moment, Zhou Pingfang Buddha is a golden Buddha.

In Zhou Ping's left hand, he held the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades, which emitted a faint black aura and also released all its power.

Fan Shiyi kept wielding the brush, writing out the characters one by one, and at the same time he drew many Fan Shiyi and Zhou Ping.

These fake Fan Shiyi and Zhou Ping also have a strength of around rank eight.

Fan Shiyi drew many clones to confuse the Ghost King's sight.

"Hey, brother, why don't you draw me?" Zhiqiu Yiye was dissatisfied. Although I don't need it, you can't not draw me.

Fan Shiyi: "As the number one of the younger generation of Taoists, do you still need help from others?"

When Zhiqiu Yiye heard what Fan Shiyi said, he felt secretly happy. It feels so good to be praised by others.

Soon, several people used their combined methods to destroy most of the paper figures.

The Ghost King did not show much expression. These paper figures were just a means for him to test a few people.

"They are all of the fourth or third rank strength. They are really difficult to deal with." The Ghost King frowned slightly and also felt it was tricky.

It would be fine if these people were warriors, they could be easily controlled.

But among the three, one is a Confucian of the third rank, one is a Taoist, and the other uses Buddhist instruments. All three can restrain ghosts.

“Paper men are clothes, corpses are the body, and I am the soul.” The Ghost King made hand gestures and chanted a spell.

The remaining paper figures gathered together and then became one.

Immediately afterwards, the only remaining paper man merged with the Ghost King's body.

The red clothes on the Ghost King disappeared, leaving only white clothes.

"Relying on the paper figurine magic weapon, I can barely reach the third rank of strength. It will take about three hours for the main body to trap them. I want to trap them here!" The Ghost King's goal has changed from killing a few people and taking away the ghost bride to trapping three people.

As long as the Ghost King's body is freed, the three of them are just small ants and can be crushed to death at will.

The three began to besiege the Ghost King, but Xiaoqing did not join the battle.

Xiaoqing's strength at the sixth rank is still not enough, and she can no longer participate in such high-end games.

About half an hour later, the Ghost King and the three men were fighting back and forth.

Zhou Ping vaguely felt that something was wrong. The Ghost King did not seem to be killing anyone, but seemed to be fighting with several people on purpose.

"He is not a warrior, why doesn't he just use his ultimate skill to kill us all in one second?" This thought suddenly flashed through Zhou Ping's mind.

The ghost bride seemed to sense Zhou Ping's doubts. She said, "This shouldn't be his real body. It's just his clone."

The Ghost King's Secret Art also includes the art of splitting oneself into two, so the Ghost Bride is well aware of the Ghost King's methods.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping understood something: "Everyone, don't hold back, just go all out. He wants to hold us back. His real body hasn't escaped yet, this is just his clone."

After Zhou Ping finished speaking, the vajra flew out of his hand and hit the Ghost King.

Zhiqiu Yiye also chanted a spell, and then a flash of thunder appeared in the sky.

Fan Shiyi sped up, and the white words turned into a long milky white dragon and rushed towards the Ghost King.

"Damn, this kid is so smart. Even if my clone dies, he must take someone with him." The Ghost King knew he had no way to escape, so he had to use his last killing move.

The Ghost King resisted the vajra, and was then hit by a bolt of lightning. He then flew out from the milky white dragon of words and rushed towards Zhou Ping.

"Go to hell!"

"Self-destruct!"

(End of this chapter)