Chapter 12 What is This...

Tao Siwen pulled her best friend and hurried out of the museum.

Seeing that her friend was really a little annoyed, the tall girl quickly made a series of playful pleas for forgiveness, putting on a pitiful look. Tao Siwen was originally a little unhappy, but she really couldn't do anything about this best friend, so she could only sigh and forgive her. She looked at the yellow talisman in her hand, and originally wanted to throw it away, but felt that it didn't seem right to just throw such a thing away, so she had to put it away first.

It was just getting dark, and the modern city was just beginning to come alive.

People finished their day's work, and the atmosphere of the city was a little more relaxed.

Tao Siwen and her friend strolled around the street for more than two hours, walking and eating a lot of snacks. Being modern people, and not being very old, the story about ghosts and gods was quickly thrown to the back of their minds, and Wei Yuan's advice was subconsciously regarded as a way to solicit business.

Just like those fortune-telling old men in the village, who always say that you are having bad luck when they meet you.

Otherwise, how would they start their business?

Because her home was a little farther away, Tao Siwen and her friend separated around nine o'clock and went home separately. If she took the No. 11 bus, she only had to walk a short distance after getting off the bus. On the bus, Tao Siwen turned on her phone and watched a movie for a while, and didn't notice anything unusual.

But when she got off the bus and walked alone on the road, the excitement of playing with her friend just now, and the emotional stimulation of the movie plot gradually weakened, and she began to feel a little strange. The surroundings were quiet and dead, and she could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and her own footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap...

Tao Siwen felt a little scared in her heart.

Suddenly, she thought of what the museum curator said today.

'...Please don't be alone recently. If you have to walk at night, remember, don't look back.'

She clearly didn't care just now, but at this moment, she couldn't forget the memory. The dim sunlight shining in from the window, the curator's gentle advice, and the old wooden frame with peeling paint suddenly became clear.

Hoo, it's all fake, fake.

How could there be any ghosts or gods in this world?

Although she still thought so in her heart, Tao Siwen couldn't help but quicken her pace, wishing she could go home immediately and bury herself in the quilt. After walking about a hundred meters, she suddenly saw someone standing in front of her, and subconsciously slowed down.

It was a woman, wearing a white dress, which made people feel uncomfortable in the night.

Tao Siwen slightly detoured and continued to walk forward.

As she walked, her body was tense, as if she would jump up if she was touched.

When she passed the woman and nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that she was covered in cold sweat. But no matter what, it was as if she had overcome some kind of difficulty, and her pace was a little lighter. She muttered to herself that she was scaring herself again.

But after walking only fifty meters, she took a casual look and saw a white figure in front of her, and her face turned pale.

It was still that woman.

Wearing white clothes, with numb eyes, staring straight ahead without turning.

Tao Siwen's brain instantly lost the ability to think, and she only felt her hands and feet were cold.

She suddenly lowered her head and quickened her pace forward.

When she saw the woman for the third time, she had only walked less than twenty meters. She felt that if she looked back at this time, she could still see a woman in white standing twenty meters behind her. Tao Siwen's body trembled slightly, and a sudden urge to turn her head and look rose in her heart, but she firmly remembered what the curator said today and refused to turn her head.

She almost walked past the third woman with weak legs.

When she walked past, her eyes were already full of tears, and her mind was almost collapsing due to fear.

Someone, please.

Anyone would be fine.

Save me, save me...

A clear and melodious voice came from far behind:

"Siwen, Siwen, wait for me, wait for me."

"I thought about it, I should send you home..."

It's Tongtong!

She thought of the tall and enthusiastic girl, and almost burst into tears of joy. She turned her head without thinking.

She met a dead and cold face.

........................

Dong Yu, who had transformed into a ghost, looked at her prey coldly.

Fair-skinned, young, pretty, and simple.

Just like she was at that time.

She wanted to get her 'skin' first, and then go back for revenge. Her original body fell off the mountain and could no longer be used. A new body was necessary. She looked at that face, her eyes full of greed and fierce戾qi (baleful aura), and the short knife in her hand had already touched the girl's brow.

Just as she was about to strike, the girl finally broke down and sat down on the ground, making a weak crying sound:

"Dad, Mom, save me..."

"Wuuuuuuuu..."

Dong Yu's movements suddenly froze, and the memories of when she was a human being appeared in her mind.

'Mom, I can take care of myself.'

'Hey, don't worry...'

'I'll wait for this year to go back and see you and my dad, I'm hanging up.'

A twisted and struggling look appeared on Dong Yu's already ghostified face.

This is my skin...

No, this is not, not...

She looked at the crying girl, and what was reflected in her eyes was herself when she was first kidnapped to the mountain. She was stripped of her 'skin' by those people and lost her original life. And now she was going to strip this child of her skin and deprive her of her life?

Then, what was the difference between her and those people?

The knife in her hand slowly drooped, but the ghost's instinct for flesh and blood was also affecting her. The blade was slightly raised again, and then suddenly pressed down, shaking violently. Just as she was struggling, a sound of breaking through the air rang out.

A black shadow on the left side smashed down with considerable force.

Dong Yu was originally just an ordinary person, and subconsciously blocked it, blocking the thing.

The attacked object flew out diagonally and fell to the ground.

It was a sword sheath.

Immediately, a clear voice rang out, and a silver light pierced forward at an extremely fast speed.

The knife that had initially been transformed into an Yin object was raised and collided with this silver light. After all, it was attached with Yin Qi, causing the sword body to tremble and hum. The attacker pointed his fingers together and stroked the sword body, and the trembling suddenly stopped, and a scorching aura spread out, directly breaking a hole in the Yin Qi on the knife.

Dong Yu grunted and took half a step back.

Wei Yuan landed between the ghost and Tao Siwen.

"Luckily I followed..."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

His left hand had already taken out a talisman for calming the nerves, and he shook his hand and stuck it on top of Tao Siwen's head, calming her down from that mentally harmful state of collapse. Then, he took out the talisman for breaking evil and dispelling evil, chanted a spell silently, and swept the sword body with the talisman. In the dark night, the Eight-Sided Han Sword faintly emitted a burst of scorching fire.

Tao Siwen slowly calmed down and raised her tearful eyes, seeing the museum curator from today standing in front of her.

In his hand was the sword hanging on the wall.

And the ghost on the opposite side was actually afraid and didn't dare to come forward at all.

Her eyes widened.

"This, this is..."

Wei Yuan's Han Sword suddenly vibrated, and he had already stepped forward.

After all, he had fought against many ghosts, most of which were stronger than the Yao ghost that had just been born in front of him. Wei Yuan was able to remain calm when facing these strange things, and his swordsmanship was brought into full play. At this moment, he was fighting with a single sword, and the sword style changed between the light and agile Longjian swordsmanship and the heavy and solemn battle formation swordsmanship. After only a dozen rounds, the Yao ghost in front of him had already shown signs of being unable to support himself.

Wei Yuan seized the opportunity, and his left hand suddenly swept from behind his waist, and the broken sword suddenly slashed out.

The sound of breaking through the air was low and fierce.

In the original agile swordsmanship, this broken sword suddenly appeared, slashing swiftly. Dong Yu was unprepared, and the short knife in her hand was actually cut and flew out. At the same time, Wei Yuan stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand and held it obliquely, directly slashing towards the ghost's throat. Dong Yu still had the instinct from when she was alive, and subconsciously leaned her neck back to avoid it.

At the same time, Wei Yuan's left hand had already sheathed the sword, and his five fingers shrank slightly, and a talisman appeared, and he suddenly grabbed Dong Yu's arm.

Supernatural power to drive away ghosts.

Dong Yu had only been born not long ago, and she had just struggled internally, and her soul was unstable for a while.

Wei Yuan's eyes blurred for a moment, and a series of pictures flashed past quickly.

Those were the memories in the collapsing soul.

University, parents, travel.

Being trafficked.

The creaking wooden bed, the man's red eyes, and the suddenly raised palm.

Finally, the hope that was burned clean.

Being thrown down the mountain.

This was the obsession of the ghost. Wei Yuan encountered such a newly born ghost for the first time, and grunted, subconsciously letting go of his hand. Dong Yu was also forced to recall the past, raised her hands, covered her hair and let out a series of mournful wails, and then suddenly collapsed, and her aura suddenly went away.

Wei Yuan raised his head.

Enduring the headache, he picked up the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman from his waist and suddenly shook it open.

The surrounding environment became clear, and he vaguely saw Dong Yu's aura had already gone away.

Wei Yuan recalled the scene he had just seen, and his eyes turned cold.

Human trafficking...

Damn it.

He put the sword back into its sheath.

Tao Siwen was still a little dazed, Wei Yuan took her to a place with more people, and a few more steps would be her home. Tao Siwen came back to her senses at this time, and said stutteringly: "You, you are..."

Wei Yuan said: "I'm just the one who looks after the museum, you don't have to worry about it, go back quickly."

He turned his head and looked in the direction Dong Yu had gone away.

The human body is heavy, while the ghost body is light, and can ride the Yin wind.

It is impossible to catch up with a ghost with a body of flesh and blood.

In the Bai tribe, there are those who are good at jia ma (paper effigies of horses used in Daoist rituals), one can travel a thousand miles a day, and the other can travel eight hundred miles a day, so that they can barely chase. With Wei Yuan's speed, wanting to catch up was impossible.

Wei Yuan wrapped the sword in a package and stopped a taxi.

"Master, taxi."