Wang Ye bit his teeth and opened his backpack.
He took out a gold-plated small bottle, opened the cap.
Then solemnly poured a pile of candle wax debris on the table and lit it with a lighter.
A wisp of candlelight slowly rose up.
As if time had stopped, numerous ghosts exuding a sense of horror stopped in their places, only their eyes kept moving, staring fixedly at Wang Ye.
Or it could be said...
The Buddha statue behind Wang Ye.
But this kind of debris burned much faster than a normal candle, clearly this little debris could not support it for long.
Fortunately, the incense stick was also about to burn out.
That woman dressed in red bridal clothes, actually struggled and took another step forward.
Couldn't be suppressed?
Wang Ye's pupils shrank, he took a deep breath and slowly retreated.
In the backyard.
As the light in the old monk's eyes gradually became clearer, strands of golden light emanated from his body, and the branches of the old tree quickly retracted, as if encountering some terrible existence.
Falling to the ground, the old monk looked towards the front hall, meditating slightly.
Just then...
The incense stick in front of the Buddha statue finally completely burned out.
The blood-red envelope on the table turned into flying ash at the same time.
Dong!
A bell rang from the depths of the courtyard, permeating the temple.
All the ghosts shuddered violently as if struck by lightning, as if an invisible giant hand threw them out.
The eyes of the Buddha statue, the blood disappeared, and that vengeful gaze also seemed to have softened a lot.
Just that there was a faint unwilling roar coming from within the Buddha statue.
In the backyard, the old monk listened to the bell ringing, and chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice.
The broken coffin quickly self-repaired and became intact again.
The old monk's gaze faintly looked towards the depths of the temple, then he walked into the coffin, lied down, and closed his eyes.
The coffin boards slowly closed.
The branches of the old tree kept swinging, rolling up the corpses of the monks and re-hanging them on the branches.
Gloomy and terrifying, the little An Temple, where ghosts ran rampant, instantly regained its tranquility.
Wang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief, hurriedly extinguished the still burning wax debris, reluctantly put it back in the bottle, before collapsing on the ground, gasping for air non-stop.
After a long time.
Wang Ye reluctantly struggled up with his exhausted body, walked to the table, and reached for the two remaining incense sticks.
As his hand was about to touch the incense sticks, a sense of horror faintly locked onto Wang Ye.
...
Wang Ye was silent, slowly retracting his itching hand, his gaze kept searching the room.
Finally...
In the corner, next to a tatami mat, a dusty wooden fish lay quietly.
Wang Ye endured the pain in his body and leaned over.
That familiar aura locked onto Wang Ye again.
I've shed blood for little An Temple!
Can't let me shed blood and tears!
Wang Ye stubbornly said, and that aura gradually disappeared.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put the wooden fish into his backpack, then carefully walked to the entrance of the temple, and found that the gathered ghosts had left before he slightly relaxed and returned to the postal car.
After closing the car door, enjoying the long-lost sense of security, Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes.
Just then...
Not far away, in the thick fog, a figure slowly walked out.
Wearing white mourning clothes, crying, blood dripping from his eyes, he slowly knelt down facing the direction of the postal car.
A ghost...
The fourth kowtow.
A chill instantly spread all over Wang Ye's body, a huge sense of threat came, stimulating him to open his eyes fiercely.
Looking at the kowtowing ghost through the rearview mirror, his hair stood on end instantly.
Then...
Blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears, his bones made sounds, and his skin cracked.
The ghost, tilted his head lightly towards the postal car.
The breath of death permeated Wang Ye's whole body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Getting off to stop it...
Too late.
This ghost's sudden sneak attack caught Wang Ye off guard.
Save himself...
He must save himself now, Wang Ye bit his tongue hard to regain temporary clarity.
The candle wax debris...
No, that stuff could only suppress ghosts, but this ghost had already started attacking.
The ghost catcher uniform might work, but it was shattered.
What else...
Wang Ye frantically recalled, watching his body shatter more and more.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed through Wang Ye's mind.
As if grasping the last straw to save his life, he exerted all his strength to open his backpack, took out a smoke grenade.
It was configured by the Tian Group.
It could obscure the ghost's killing rules!
Hope this thing really works.
Wang Ye forcefully opened the smoke grenade and threw it at his feet, soon...
Smoke filled the entire postal car.
That faint sense of being targeted gradually disappeared along with the smoke.
The ghost finally touched its forehead to the ground.
At the same time, the smoke in the postal car suddenly churned, disappearing at an extremely fast speed.
In just a few seconds, the smoke was gone.
And the kowtowing ghost also gradually raised its head.
With just the last bit of power left, Wang Ye suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the steering wheel.
His skin kept cracking, his face pale as paper.
He passed out completely.
The postal car started silently, drilling into the void, the blood on the steering wheel, Wang Ye's blood, gradually disappeared.
The kowtow ghost's empty eyes looked in the direction the postal car had left, standing still for a long time, before stiffly taking a step and disappearing into the ghost fog.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Wang Qiang flew out and fell heavily on the street.
The passing crowd stopped and curiously watched the scene before them.
Surrounded by dots of light, Su Wenqian looked down at Wang Qiang and said lightly: Trash who can't see their own level, without Wang Ye, you don't have the qualifications to eat this cake.
After speaking, Su Wenqian turned around and looked at Liu Qian in the house: Will you leave by yourself, or shall I send you?
Or, come to my room tonight, and we can explore the philosophy of life together?
Then I might consider letting you stay in Team A.
Looking at Liu Qian's delicate appearance, Su Wenqian felt a little excited and licked his lips.
Liu Qian was silent, standing there silently clenching her fists, her face a little pale, after a long time she silently walked out and helped Wang Qiang up.
Insensitive bitch!
Do you think I'm not as good as Wang Ye!
Seeing Liu Qian's choice, Su Wenqian's face suddenly darkened, and he let out a cold snort.
In the distance down the street, a stunning figure walked over.
Five golden flying knives danced in the void.
Zhou Han...
Seeing the figure, Su Wenqian's face darkened even more.
Seeing Zhou Han, Liu Qian bit her lip and gently blocked her: Forget it...
With Wang Ye gone, we can defend today, but more people will come in the future.
Zhou Han's icy face looked at Liu Qian, seeming to be pondering something. After a long time, the flying knives slowly descended and returned to her hands.
Liu Qian silently breathed a sigh of relief, helped Wang Qiang up, and silently looked back at the former Team A headquarters that belonged to them, gradually moving away.
Their retreating figures were full of desolation.