"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person," Shen Luo quickly retracted his gaze and looked at the little girl, who was staring at him in a daze.
The little girl blinked and carefully sized up Shen Luo, especially Shen Luo's shadow. Her nervous expression relaxed slightly.
"What are you doing?" Shen Luo looked at the wooden bucket in the little girl's hands and asked.
"Ah … Ah … Ah …" The little girl put down the wooden bucket in her arms and gestured at Shen Luo with her hands. She was a mute girl.
Shen Luo didn't understand sign language. He frowned and was just about to say something.
A gust of chilly wind blew silently from behind, and a certain rune on his upper body heated up, glowing with a trace of red light.
"It's here!"
Shen Luo had already fought with the ghost twice, but he didn't turn around. He suddenly scattered the incense ash in his hand behind him, and his figure shot into the house like an arrow.
At almost the same time, a shrill scream sounded from behind him.
Shen Luo abruptly turned around, only to see a tall black ghost shadow appear two feet away from where he was originally standing.
His pupils shrank and he subconsciously took two steps back.
It was the same ghost from before!
The ghost's body seemed to be covered in incense ash and was unable to turn invisible. Its blood-red eyes revealed a pained expression, as if it had been injured by the incense ash.
"The books say that incense ash has the effect of warding off evil spirits and can be used to drive away ghosts. It seems that it wasn't nonsense," Shen Luo thought to himself as he looked at the ghost with vigilance.
Just as Shen Luo was lost in thought, the ghost transformed into a black shadow and darted into the room, pouncing towards Shen Luo.
"I've been waiting for you!"
Shen Luo flew forward and squatted down as he approached the ghost. He avoided the ghost's pincers and swept his right leg towards the ghost's lower body.
When he saw the little girl and the wooden bucket in her hands, he had already begun to circulate the Minor Yang Art, directing the Yang energy to his right foot and right palm. He had been waiting for this moment!
But to Shen Luo's surprise, the ghost's body was like a shadow, and his right foot, which was enveloped in a faint red glow, directly passed through the ghost's body.
He couldn't follow up with his next palm strike, and because he used too much force, he staggered and almost fell forward.
Taking advantage of Shen Luo's instability, the ghost's two pitch-black ghostly hands shot downwards like the wind, aiming for Shen Luo's neck.
Shen Luo inwardly cursed, but he had not yet stabilized his body, and it was already too late for him to dodge.
At this critical moment, a fishy smell suddenly rose from the side, and a large amount of black blood splashed over. It was the little girl who saw that the situation was not good and splashed the black dog blood in the wooden bucket in her hand.
The ghost was drenched in the black dog blood, and it let out a mournful cry. The black energy on its body evaporated, and its body became much more transparent.
Shen Luo took the opportunity to roll to the side, avoiding the little girl. His back was already covered in cold sweat.
However, the little girl's actions seemed to have angered the ghost, and its eyes shone with a fierce light. It turned around and pounced, its two hands quickly reaching out from left and right.
"Sou!"
Its two arms shot out like two ropes, crossing a distance of twenty to thirty feet in an instant, and grabbed Shen Luo and the little girl's necks like lightning.
Shen Luo only felt five cold fingers grab his throat, and then a huge force hit him, lifting his feet off the ground.
He and the little girl were lifted up in an instant.
Shen Luo wanted to reach out to grab the ghostly hands around his neck, but he touched nothing but air.
Then, he felt a cold aura pass through the ghostly hands and into his body, as if countless cold insects had burrowed into his body.
At this time, Shen Luo only felt that breathing was becoming difficult, and his whole body was extremely cold. Even his bones were about to be frozen solid.
He used the last of his strength to hold his breath and operate the Minor Yang Art, trying to mobilize the Yang energy in his dantian to the eight talismans on his chest.
This was his last hope.
Although he had been put to death twice before, and miraculously survived and returned to the previous time, who knew if this kind of situation would happen again?
He was not willing to bet on something he had no confidence in.
While he was thinking, a burst of Yang energy was guided to the first "Exorcism Talisman" on his left chest, but the talisman had no reaction to the Yang energy.
Shen Luo was already mentally prepared for this, and hurriedly channeled his Yang energy to the second "Exorcism Talisman" on his left chest.
This time, the talisman slightly heated up, as if there was a reaction.
However, before Shen Luo could rejoice, this warm feeling disappeared without a trace.
The ghostly hands tightened around him, and he was afraid that he could only hold on for two or three more breaths.
Shen Luo was not discouraged, and forcefully guided the Yang energy to the third talisman on his right chest.
This burst of Yang energy was condensed in a moment of desperation, and was already somewhat weak. After going through the first two talismans, it was not even half as strong as it was at the beginning.
In other words, if this talisman could not be successfully triggered, then the remaining Yang energy could only be used one more time.
This third talisman was an "Exorcism Talisman".
In fact, when Shen Luo was drawing the talisman, he had already gone through a period of careful consideration. The reason why he chose these three talismans was because these three talismans should be the most effective against ghosts. Other than the "Little Thunder Talisman", the rest of the talismans were all talismans that could suppress or purify a house. They had nothing to do with ghosts.
In the end, the third talisman was the same as the first one, and did not have the slightest reaction to the Yang energy.
At this time, Shen Luo's face was flushed red, and he could only rely on his last bit of willpower to guide the extremely weak Yang energy to the last "Little Thunder Talisman".
Although the Little Thunder Talisman did not have a miraculous effect against ghosts, and there was a risk of backlash if not used properly, but he was familiar with drawing this talisman, and had even tested it on the yellow paper, so it had a higher chance of being activated than the other talismans.
As a wisp of almost invisible red thread entered the rune of the "Little Thunder Charm" located in the middle of his right chest, the entire rune actually faintly glowed with a touch of white light. However, it quickly flashed twice before immediately extinguishing.
Seeing this, Shen Luo's heart went cold.
Just as he was about to give up, a scene that made him dumbstruck appeared!
The originally dim Little Thunder Talisman unexpectedly glowed with white light again, and it became brighter and brighter.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Little Thunder Talisman blossomed with a bright white light, and within the white light, there were small arcs of electricity jumping about.
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