With the gourd to protect me, I am much safer.
Under the black hole at the mouth of the gourd, almost no evil ghost can escape the power of this gourd.
As long as it is covered, it will not be able to escape. otbnkotgt Slowly retreating into the cave, now that the gourd was proving to be of great use, I immediately hatched an escape plan in my mind.
After being pushed down the cliff by the ghost of the Khitan warrior, I was always afraid that it might haunt me from above, so I never dared to climb up again, but now this guy appeared in front of me, which meant that I could completely go back the way I came. , then climb up the hillside and return to the passage on the cliff.
It's just that I can't remember the way back clearly.
It was originally a dark journey.
Who in the dark can remember the route we took?
I can only think of a general direction.
Luck still plays a big part.
If you rush out and fail to find the cliff you came from, you will still be surrounded by ghosts in the end.
It is not impossible to die here.
He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff.
He squinted his eyes and considered for a while, and finally made up his mind.
Instead of waiting for death here, it was better to give it a try.
Besides, I won’t necessarily die.
I fixed the backpack on my shoulders, took all the useful things I knew in this cave, then raised the gourd and strode out.
The group of ghosts had already surrounded the cave, but when they saw the gourd in my hand, they immediately backed away in fear.
Now is not the time to use the gourd, just to intimidate them.
When I saw them retreating, I immediately put the gourd away, threw out the demon hunting crossbow, and shot three thunder arrows.
The arrows with thunder light traveled through the air in a long The distance was finally nailed to the ground, lightning jumped, and the frightened ghosts around whimpered and retreated.
At this time, a gap finally appeared in the originally huge encirclement.
Opportunities wait for no one, they are fleeting I roared and ran forward.
I ran out of the circle of ghosts on the first floor and looked up into the sky.
It was difficult to identify the direction in the darkness, so I could only walk by feeling.
It was diagonally facing the direction of the cave, so I ran diagonally opposite now.
As he ran, a "whoosh" sound was heard immediately in his ears, and several evil ghosts flew close to the ground, pursuing him closely.
"Fuck, so damn persistent."
I cursed and held the spiritual talisman made by Senior Han in my pocket in my hand.
When the evil spirit approached, I immediately recited the curse.
This curse is not difficult to remember.
The key is that spiritual talismans are rare.
Those who know how to draw the talisman There were very few people.
The talisman flashed in the air and rushed out with a bloody light.
Under its power, several evil ghosts immediately began to wail and had to fall to the ground.
I continued to run forward.
Even though I defeated the evil ghost for a while, more ghosts surrounded me from the front, back, left and right, and it could be said that there were gray shadows in all directions.
"Go away" I raised the bell and shook it continuously.
The ghosts around me were so startled that they had to retreat.
However, although I was not at a disadvantage in the battle, one thing made my face change.
I seemed to be lost beside the already dark Immortal River.
Originally, he was just running in one direction, but during the battle, all he saw were gray shadows, and he couldn't identify the correct direction for a while.
Only then did he realize that he had gone to a place he didn't recognize.
This was great.
I failed to retrace my steps, and instead ended up in a place I didn't recognize.
Looking around, the ghost was wandering around, and it seemed to be almost the same place as where he was standing before.
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It was also because it was too dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.
Frowning, he looked around carefully.
Outside the circle surrounded by ghosts, there seemed to be a place similar to a ferry.
It is an extended stone platform, square in shape.
Compared with the flat river bank, this section is obviously a protruding place after construction.
Since we couldn't find a way to return the way we came, it seemed we had to go there.
I fired several thunder arrows and opened a gap among the ghosts.
I was about to walk in that direction, but the ghosts around me seemed to know my intention, and a large and dense crowd surrounded me.
They were deliberately protecting the ferry, but why?
Could it be that there were precious thunder arrows on the other side of the ferry that were ignored by these evil ghosts.
Even though the lightning could kill a few ghosts, more ghosts still surrounded them.
I put away the demon-hunting crossbow and took out the gourd.
Holding it in both hands, a black hole-like aura formed at the mouth of the gourd.
The surrounding evil spirits, regardless of their cultivation level, should be taken into the gourd immediately if they are photographed. , ten heads, one hundred heads, my hands holding the gourd are a little sore, and the number of ghosts is also declining rapidly.
This gourd does not look big, but the inside is like a bottomless pit.
The more ghosts are put in, the more gaps there will be.
The bigger.
And I walked forward step by step, and finally approached the ferry ahead.
From a close distance, this is just an ordinary ferry, looking like stone.
I stepped on the ground of the ferry, and it was still very solid.
There was a stone pier standing on the stone of the ferry, which looked like it was used for tying ropes.
Are there still boats on the Immortal River?
In fact, I find this idea funny.
Logically speaking, it is normal for there to be boats wherever there is a river.
But after all, the river in front of me is an immortal river, a branch of the underworld, a place where ghosts throw themselves.
It is difficult for anyone to row a boat in such a place.
Isn’t it possible that the so-called underworld, which is found in both Eastern and Western mythology, really exists?
Speaking of which, the concept of underworld also exists abroad, such as the River Styx, the River of Hell, etc.
The names are different, but the nature is the same.
Compared with this kind of river, every river has a boatman who knows how to ferry people.
He rows a small boat to take the dead across the river, or to ferry the living people across the river.
Such people are called Hades ferrymen Myths are always surprisingly consistent, but compared to existences such as the underworld and the river of immortality, the underworld ferrying people is much more absurd in my opinion.
Who can row a boat on the underworld when they are full and have nothing to do without fear of falling?
Besides, a dead person has nothing but nothing, so what kind of money can he make?
So I always thought that ferrying people through the underworld was just a joke, but today I saw the River of Immortality, which I had never believed existed before.
This was an accident in itself, but the ferry built on the River of Immortality made me start to feel shaken.
Is it really true?
There is such a thing as ferrying people from Hades, otherwise why build a ferry so that you can have enough food?
I stood on the ferry, and it was strange that none of the ghosts surrounding me caught up with me.
They seemed to be afraid of something, looking at me from afar, making ferocious and terrifying expressions, but none of them dared to really attack me.
Come up and kill me.
What are they waiting for or what are they afraid of?
"Ding bell, jingle bell" Unexpectedly, at this moment, a bell suddenly sounded from the Immortal River behind me.
It came from a very far away place, penetrated the layers of fog, and fell into my ears.
Besides me and the group of ghosts in front of me, I also heard this voice, but their actions next confirmed my thoughts even more.
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When the bell rang, they began to retreat quickly and dispersed like frightened birds.
I muttered in a low voice: "Why are you so afraid of something like this?"
Turning his head carefully, he saw a boat slowly sailing on the dark river behind him, heading here safely amid layers of fog and huge waves.
Not fast, but not too bumpy.
I saw a man standing on the boat, wearing a huge black cloak and holding a long black pole in his hand.
The wind and waves seemed to be unable to affect him, so he rowed the boat in front of me and stopped beside the ferry.
I didn't walk up directly, but carefully observed him.
I couldn't see his face, but judging from his figure, he should be a man.
His shoulders were wider, and there was an aura different from that of a ghost floating on his body, but even if I concentrated hard, I couldn't tell.
There is a sun fire burning in his shoulders.
I heard something, but I don’t know whether it’s true or not.
In this world, apart from ghosts and monsters, there are only three kinds of things that do not have Yang Fire.
Among them are earth beasts and demons.
One of them is Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, because they have shed their mortal bodies and become immortal golden bodies.
The second is gods, especially gods like Bin Bu who are worshiped by people, and they do not have Yang Fire.
The third one is an immortal, and his soul has already ascended to heaven, so there is no blessing of Yang Fire at all
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