Mo Ting and I watched for a while.
We had formed a guess and judgment about this headless fierce spirit.
The reason we couldn't kill this dirty thing before.
It was most likely related to the eyes on its body.
To kill it, all its eyeballs had to be blinded.
Now, the headless fierce spirit had only one last eye left.
As long as it was exploded by the straw effigy that leaped into the air, it should be killed.
I thought to myself.
I stared with wide eyes, gripping the peach wood sword, controlling the headless fierce spirit's body, and anticipating the outcome.
The headless fierce spirit looked at the charging straw effigy and its last eye flickered.
Its belly opened into a large mouth, emitting a chilling sound:
"No…"
Saying this, it subconsciously raised its hand to block.
Hearing the headless fierce spirit's cry of terror.
Mo Ting and I were even more certain of our guess.
As long as this eye burst, the headless fierce spirit would surely die.
It was just that we hadn't expected things to take so many twists and turns.
Just when hope seemed within reach, and the headless fierce spirit was about to be killed by a punch from the straw effigy controlled by Master.
An accident happened.
Just as the straw effigy's punch descended, about to smash the headless fierce spirit's last eye.
The straw effigy's body, having shed too much straw.
Caused the effigy to become loose, and perhaps this punch was too forceful.
As the straw effigy plummeted, its body suddenly disintegrated in mid-air.
It scattered with a "boom".
The sky filled with straw, which then ignited with dark green flames, emitting no smoke.
Specks of light, continuously falling to the ground…
"This!"
"It… it fell apart!"
Mo Ting and I were shocked, our emotions like a roller coaster, up and down.
The headless fierce spirit, upon seeing the scattered straw effigy, paused for a moment.
The next second, it burst into roaring laughter:
"Hahaha, hahaha…"
It paid no mind to the peach wood swords still piercing its body.
It spoke excitedly:
"So close, so close to death.
You two brats.
You have no more chances.
Without the help of this straw puppet, how else do you plan to kill me or escape!"
As soon as the words fell, the headless fierce spirit's body trembled.
Mo Ting and I felt a gust of cold wind hit us, as if we were struck by a heavy truck.
With a "bang," we were sent flying backward.
The peach wood swords embedded in its body were also shaken out.
With two clangs, they fell to the ground.
Lying on the ground, I felt my chest and abdomen churning, a sharp pain.
A warm liquid trickled from my nostrils.
I instinctively wiped it with my hand and found it was nosebleed.
Mo Ting next to me was clutching his stomach.
He already had a broken rib from before, and now being hit in the stomach by a wave of ghostly energy, the pain was excruciating.
"Lao Mo!"
Enduring the turmoil in my stomach, I walked towards Mo Ting.
"It… it hurts so damn much!"
Mo Ting was covered in cold sweat, clutching his stomach.
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes rolled back.
He fainted from the sheer pain.
"Lao Mo, Lao Mo!"
I called out nervously, constantly.
Checking his breathing, I found he was still alive, and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the crisis was not over.
In fact, Mo Ting and I were already standing on the edge of a cliff.
The headless fierce spirit had already turned and faced us.
It walked towards us step by step.
Its last eye stared fixedly at me.
The large mouth on its abdomen opened and closed, speaking fiercely:
"You two brats, you made me lose fifteen eyes and ruined over a decade of my cultivation.
I will make sure you die a terrible death!"
I looked at the headless fierce spirit, feeling its terrifying oppressive aura.
I could only tightly grip the Bagua mirror and point it at him.
Muttering: Guān zì zài pú sà, xíng shēn bō rě bō luó mì duō shí zhào jiàn wǔ yùn jiē kōng, dù yī qiè kǔ è. Shè lì zǐ, sè bù yì kōng, kōng bù yì sè…
Previously, when I encountered dirty things, reciting Buddhist scriptures always worked.
This time, however, it was ineffective.
This headless fierce spirit was not only unafraid of the Buddhist scriptures I recited.
It didn't even flinch from the Bagua mirror I shone on it.
"You blinded so many of my eyes, destroyed over a decade of my cultivation.
Do you think these mere scriptures can scare me away?"
Saying this, it raised a hand.
Its sharp ghostly claws reached out and grabbed at me.
My entire body was uncontrollably pulled towards the headless fierce spirit's ghostly claws.
It was like a magnet; even though my shoes screeched against the ground, no matter how I struggled, it was useless.
My body moved rapidly towards the headless fierce spirit.
I was acutely aware of the power gap between me and this dirty thing.
If I fell into its hands, I wouldn't survive.
I became incredibly fearful, and at the same time, regretful.
It was fine if I died; I had already lived more than twenty extra days. Not getting the ghost lifespan this time was just bad luck.
Who knew this ghost was so powerful?
Even Master had miscalculated.
But Mo Ting had come with me.
Because of me, Mo Ting was also endangered. I truly couldn't forgive myself.
Just as I was being pulled closer to the headless fierce spirit, filled with remorse.
I felt a chill down my back, and my right arm was suddenly grabbed.
My moving body immediately stopped.
This sudden turn of events made me instinctively turn my head.
Upon seeing this, I was utterly stunned.
In fact, I could hardly believe my eyes.
The one who grabbed my arm was the woman who had saved me and ridden the same ghost carriage with me.
She had beautiful eyes and a great figure, but she always wore a black mask, and I had never seen her true face. It was Qing Dai…