Shen Luo only felt a burning sensation in the middle of his right chest, where the Little Thunder Talisman was drawn. It was as if a piece of scalding iron was pressed against his body. He could even smell a trace of his flesh being burnt.
But at this time, his body was suspended in the air, and his throat was strangled, almost unable to breathe, so naturally he couldn't care about this pain.
"Quickly activate! Quickly! "He roared madly in his heart.
The Little Thunder Glyph lit up again, rekindling a glimmer of hope in his heart.
But in the next moment, he discovered another thing that made him somewhat frightened.
At the location of the Little Thunder Glyph, there was a strong suction force, crazily swallowing the little Yang Energy in his body.
Not only that, he even felt that the blood in his body was somewhat hot, and flowed towards the right side of his chest, causing the burning sensation in his right chest to become even hotter.
Shen Luo only felt a burst of dizziness, and his mouth was dry, as if all the blood in his body was about to be burned dry, and his right chest felt like it was about to be burned through.
His heart began to panic.
If this continued, before he was strangled to death by the ghost, he would either be sucked dry by the glyph, or burned to death.
But even if he wanted to stop, there was no way to stop the glyph from swallowing his body's Yuan Qi.
Fortunately, at this time, the Little Thunder Glyph seemed to finally be full, and stopped swallowing, and the white light suddenly disappeared.
Shen Luo's right chest felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
In the next moment, the Little Thunder Glyph suddenly lit up, and a dazzling white lightning blossomed from his chest, tearing apart the surrounding darkness and Yin Qi, and like lightning struck the ghost's arm that was strangling his throat.
All of this took a long time to describe, but in fact, from the time Shen Luo had tried to activate the glyph on his chest until now, only one or two breaths of time had passed.
The ghost's arm that was strangling Shen Luo's neck, and the ghost's claw that was strangling Shen Luo's throat, were easily torn apart by the white lightning like ice meeting fire, and turned into nothingness.
Shen Luo only felt the grip on his neck loosen, and before he could even take a deep breath, his feet had already landed heavily on the ground. His body staggered for a moment, and he knelt down on one knee, barely managing to keep himself from falling down.
After the white bolt of lightning pierced through the ghost's arm, it continued to shoot forward. It didn't hit the ghost, but instead struck the ground about ten feet away.
"Boom!" A loud sound was heard. It was as if thunder had struck on a dry day.
The ground trembled violently, and a crater that was around a foot in size was blasted into the ground. The surrounding area was charred black, and gravel and soil were sent flying in all directions. A scorching heat wave was set off in the air, causing the two humans and one ghost to sway slightly.
Almost at the same time, a ball of yellow light suddenly flew out from the little girl's bosom and hit the other ghost hand that was choking her throat. It was a furry yellow dog tail.
"Boom!" A yellow flame ignited on the ghost's hand, but it was also incinerated.
The little girl fell to the ground on her butt. She covered her throat with both hands and coughed uncontrollably. Her small face was already flushed red.
The ghost's arms were destroyed, and it once again issued a blood-curdling scream. Its figure blurred, and it disappeared without a trace.
Shen Luo looked at the crater that had been blasted into the ground by the white bolt of lightning, and his eyes flashed with a trace of pleasant surprise.
He didn't expect that under a freak combination of factors, he would be able to successfully trigger the Little Thunder Symbol. Although the symbol didn't completely hit the ghost, the power it displayed was far beyond his imagination.
"Hiss …"
At this time, Shen Luo felt a sharp pain coming from the right side of his chest. Looking down, he saw that the place where the Little Thunder Symbol had been drawn was charred black, and it was badly mutilated.
"No, that evil ghost shouldn't have left yet!"
Shen Luo suddenly realized something. He didn't have time to think about how the Little Thunder Symbol had been able to succeed. He quickly walked to the front of the shrine in the room, grabbed two handfuls of incense ash from the incense burner, and splashed it left and right with all his might. The incense ash immediately floated all over the room.
The little girl suddenly screamed, and pointed behind Shen Luo.
Shen Luo fiercely turned his head, and his pupils shrank.
The tall ghost had suddenly appeared behind him. Its arms had grown back, and its five fingers had condensed into a solid substance, like a black dagger, and were fiercely clawing at him.
In a moment of desperation, Shen Luo lowered his body and rolled to the right.
Although his reaction was fast, his right arm was still scratched by the ghost's claws, and three long wounds appeared, with blood gushing out.
Shen Luo glanced at the wounds on his arm, and a trace of seriousness flashed across his face. He understood that if he didn't settle things with the evil ghost this time, he was afraid that he would have to die again.
"There's still a chance of resurrection. Let's go all out!"
He immediately steeled his heart, and pulled out the two pieces of wood stuck in his waist. He bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood on the runes on the two pieces of wood.
The runes on the wood suddenly lit up, and emitted a bright blood-red light.
The wooden pillars carved with runes that were erected in front of the village were mostly used to ward off evil spirits. However, this one seemed to have been blessed by an expert. Even though it was broken, after being stimulated by blood essence that contained the power of Yang, it was still able to display some of its effects.
"Watch out for my stick!"
Shen Luo was delighted. He let out a low shout, and rushed forward, waving the wooden stake in his hand, and fiercely smashed it at the ghost.
The tall ghost seemed to be afraid of the two wooden stakes in Shen Luo's hands, and was about to dodge.
A black shadow flashed in the room. It was the little girl who had splashed the last bit of black dog's blood in the wooden bucket, blocking the ghost's path of escape.
The ghost was also afraid of the black dog's blood, and hurriedly retreated. However, it was closely followed by Shen Luo's wooden stake.
Shen Luo felt his palm shake. The wooden stake didn't penetrate the ghost's body, and instead struck the ghost's body.
Not only that, when the red runes on the wooden stake touched the ghost's body, it immediately emitted a hissing sound like raw meat being placed on a red-hot iron plate, and a large amount of black gas evaporated.
The tall ghost's originally translucent body became even more transparent at this moment, and it screamed as it flew back.
Shen Luo's spirits were lifted, and the wooden stake in his hand danced in the air, creating a series of afterimages that struck the ghost.
Although he didn't learn any powerful external martial arts in the Temple of Spring and Autumn, he did learn a little bit about strengthening the body. Now that he was fighting with his life on the line, his body's potential was stimulated, and his staff techniques were quite decent.
The ghost's body was huge, but it was at a disadvantage indoors. The room was filled with incense, and it couldn't turn invisible.
The little girl was also very clever. Although there was no more black dog's blood in the wooden bucket, she imitated Shen Luo's actions from before, and grabbed a handful of incense from the altar and scattered it, disrupting the ghost's movements.
Although the ghost was extremely ferocious, under the cooperation of Shen Luo and a mute little girl, it was actually at a disadvantage. During this time, it was hit several times by the wooden stake in Shen Luo's hand, and its body became even more transparent.
However, even though the wooden stake had dealt considerable damage to the ghost, the red glow of the runes on its surface had quickly dimmed.
Shen Luo had already noticed this, but the situation was critical, and he couldn't care less. He continued to swing the wooden stake in his hand, sweeping it towards the ghost's abdomen.
The black ghost twisted its body and moved to the left, narrowly dodging the attack.
Shen Luo glanced at the altar on the right. If the ghost had dodged to the right, it should have been able to dodge it more easily.
His mind turned, and he recalled the fight with the ghost in the room. The ghost seemed to be very afraid of the altar, and it kept trying to avoid it, not daring to approach.
"Could it be …" A thought flashed through Shen Luo's mind.
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