Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 210 Improvisation

Ran Qing accurately captured the ghost girl's weakness.

From the current perspective, Longchang Street is indeed the source of all the changes.

The ghost girl's real body is most likely on the street, not outside the town.

After all, if its main body was outside the town, the initial card should also point outside the town. However, during the day, the card was only confused about the direction, but it always pointed inside the town.

It was not until Xiao Sanyong came to "lead the way" that the direction indicated by the horoscope card shifted and turned outside the town.

Ran Qing calmly analyzed the situation and came to this conclusion.

But Mo Li looked around and hesitated: "Let's not talk about where to find its body, the most important thing now is...how do we get out."

Mo Li looked at the eerie ghosts standing in the rice fields, feeling uneasy.

Although these ghosts just stood there quietly and did not attack the three people.

But they just stood in the fog gloomily, and the shadowy and terrifying ghostly figures put people under great pressure.

Ran Qing looked at the situation and said, "Perhaps this is the ghost girl's purpose. She wants to trap us here, and when midnight comes, the thing behind the red door will come out and take us away... Does she want to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"

Until now, these ghosts have not come towards Ran Qing and the other two.

They stand there quietly, like statues.

Ran Qing didn't believe that the female ghost brought these ghosts here just to let them stand here to scare people.

Thinking of this, Ran Qing decided to test it out. He shook the red rope in his hand and rang the bell.

Jingle Bell--

Clear bells rang out one after another, and a pale paper figure floated out lightly, heading towards Longchang Street, the way the three of them came.

It stepped out of the Yintan area and was not attacked at all.

But when the paper man got within two meters of one of the ghosts, the ghost in the rice field suddenly rioted.

The four ghosts closest to the paper man flew over at the same time.

They didn't roar or howl, and even the cold expressions on their faces didn't change at all.

But the ghost figure, which was so wooden and dull, suddenly stretched out its body, like four huge pale pythons, and directly entangled the approaching paper man.

The entangled paper man struggled desperately, and the red rope in Ran Qing's hand was pulled and shook wildly, even causing his fingers to hurt.

He immediately injected the Yin energy in his body into it and shook the bell in his hand frantically.

Jingle Bell--

The urgent ringing of bells rang out in the rice field like a death call, and the paper man controlled by Ran Qing twitched wildly and struggled left and right.

Finally, a flame suddenly spurted out and directly hit the four ghosts.

Although the distance was too far and the spray failed to reach them, the four ghosts were stiffened for a moment by the heat wave of the unknown fire.

The paper man controlled by Ran Qing also struggled desperately and escaped back.

But the paper figure that escaped back to Ran Qing had seven or eight holes and gaps on its body, and its paper left arm was directly broken.

In the dim light, you can vaguely see the bamboo frame inside the paper man.

Mo Li asked, "Will I be attacked if I get closer than two meters?"

Just now, the paper man got about two meters closer and was attacked by this group of ghosts.

This is consistent with the three people's guesses.

These ghosts must have been confused by the power of the female ghost and came here.

But once something approaches, they will instinctively attack.

Even something like a paper figurine, which lacked the scent of a living person, would be attacked, let alone Ran Qing and the other two. Little Mianhua looked at the ghostly figures in the rice fields and hesitated, saying, "They're so crowded..."

These ghostly figures were scattered in the rice fields, far apart from each other.

But the gaps between the ghosts are all less than two meters.

At this time, it seems that the only way to avoid alarming them is to fly away directly.

Long Zongshu stood on the edge of the field, holding his chest and a little out of breath.

The continuous spurts of the fire of ignorance obviously made him tired.

Ran Qing looked at the thick fog around him and said, "At least that female ghost hasn't made any movement yet. She really wants to delay until midnight and kill someone else with a borrowed knife."

After the female ghost in the fog left, she no longer appeared to attack Ran Qing and the other two.

Mo Li looked at the time on his watch and said, "It's 8:23 now, and there are still more than three hours until 12 o'clock."

More than three hours is plenty of time.

Ran Qing was not impatient at all. He just sat down on the ground and let Zong Shu rest first.

Mo Li also sat down on the edge of the field and looked at him curiously: "Why do you seem so confident... have a plan?"

Ran Qing's reaction was so calm, and his tone was not panicky at all, as if he had a solid plan.

In response to this, Ran Qing shook his head and said, "There is no way, but there is no point in panicking at this time. Let's rest first."

As he spoke, Ran Qing took out an ancient old book from his canvas bag, illuminated it with a flashlight and opened it.

Mo Li took a look and was speechless: "Witchcraft, ghosts and magic...are you trying to cram for this at the last minute?"

Ran Qing flipped through the book "Witchcraft, Ghosts and Magic" in his hand and said, "No matter how good my memory is, there is no way I can memorize such a thick book in just one month."

"I just focused on memorizing a few commonly used sorcery techniques, and I glanced over the others briefly, then slowly learned them."

Ran Qing said there was no way, but he turned the pages of the book quickly, as if he had a clear purpose.

Soon, he turned to page 43, scanned the contents of the page, and his fingers stopped immediately.

Mo Li and Long Zongshu immediately looked away and turned in other directions, tacitly agreeing not to look at other people's inheritance.

This book "Witchcraft, Ghosts and Magic" is equivalent to the martial arts secret manuals passed down by sects in martial arts novels.

Although Ran Qing opened the book carelessly and did not guard against the two men's actions, the two men could not get close to take a look.

Soon, Ran Qing closed the book "Witchcraft, Ghosts and Magic" and put away the old handwritten book.

"Okay, there is a way," Ran Qing said, taking out sheep's blood in a mineral water bottle and a brush from his canvas bag.

And some white paper.

After dipping the brush in sheep's blood, Ran Qing began to write on the white paper.

Ran Qing wrote ancient and strange spells that looked very much like the ancient characters of the Qiangke people on the white paper.

There were three blood words in total. Ran Qing started writing from the four corners of the white paper and repeated it all the way to the middle of the paper, leaving a small blank space in the center.

Under the dim light, these densely packed blood words seemed to form four chains, locking the four corners of the white paper and leaving only a blank space in the center.

Ran Qing wrote six such spells in one breath.

Mo Li saw it, but couldn't recognize what kind of spell it was. It was obvious that he had never seen his mother perform it before.

Little Cotton stared at it for a while and felt that it was somewhat familiar.

"Uh...Ran Qing, you want to use this spell?" Little Mianhua's eyes were full of confusion: "I remember my aunt used it once, and she said it was useless."

(End of this chapter)