Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"Brother Nian, have you found that guy?"

After a few more seconds, Chen Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Not yet." Ji Nian shook his head: "Not only does your girlfriend run fast, but she's also good at hiding. With my current mental strength, it's hard to catch her out."

"Ah!" Hearing this, Chen Yuan's expression changed instantly: "Then what should we do?"

Ji Nian teased and asked without answering, "Isn't it good that someone coaxes you to sleep every night?"

"..."

Chen Yuan didn't speak, and the painting style gradually became gray.

Seeing this, Ji Nian couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and stopped teasing him, turned around and went straight to the window.

Raising his hand, he completely opened the dark and heavy curtains.

Then manipulate Bai Wuchang to stick his head out of the window, and use the shared vision to find the ugly ghost.

After carefully searching the courtyard below from a bird's-eye view, nothing was found.

After thinking for a moment, he probably guessed where the ugly ghost was.

So he raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

The next moment, Bai Wuchang standing beside him completed the transformation from real to virtual.

I saw billowing dark clouds spreading under His feet.

In a short while, his body became like an ancient object that had not seen the sun for a long time and was weathered when it was unearthed.

Unreal and mottled.

"Go, Master Qi." Ji Nianxin said.

Immediately, Bai Wuchang turned into a white shadow, dragging gray and white particles and faint blue flames, and went straight to the roof.

At this time, use the sea of ​​consciousness as a medium to re-enter the shared field of vision.

In the black-and-white painting style and simple lines between heaven and earth, a dark green figure with a bloated body and a fat body is running on the roof tiles with hands and feet.

The speed was so fast that even he, a card maker, couldn't react.

Seeing this situation, he decisively turned on [Hook Mode].

Then, I saw the dark green ghost image zooming in and out of my field of vision, and I could hear the whine of the mourning stick piercing the night wind faintly in my ears.

After a while, I saw that the stick landed on the ugly ghost's "shoulder" like a mountain top, hitting the ghost's body to collapse, and the whole body was covered with cracks.

It looks like a porcelain vase on the verge of breaking...

"Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as a water tank."

Ji Nian complained in his heart.

"Brother Nian, did you find it?"

Chen Yuan saw that Ji Nian's eyebrows showed a hint of joy, so he hurriedly asked.

Ji Nian wanted to tease him, but when he thought that he should not be distracted during the battle, he just nodded and said "hmm".

Then turn your attention back to the shared field of view.

Seeing Qi Ye stretch out a slender and slender hand, grab the back of the opponent's fate, and then lift it up effortlessly.

Seeing this, he decisively turned off the shared vision that was extremely draining of mental power.

I only felt a slight tingling pain in my temple, and after I pressed it lightly, when I opened my eyes again, Bai Wuchang had returned from the window.

Even though he was holding an ugly ghost several times his size in his hand, his movements were as graceful as ever, with a creepy and creepy underworld beauty.

"Zi--"

Ji Nian turned his head to look at Chen Yuan. Before he could speak, there was a very slight sound of electricity passing through the room.

At the same time, the one-time skill card [Seal the Door] buried somewhere in the courtyard also shattered with a "click".

The wooden strips that originally locked the kitchen and bathroom firmly turned into a pile of black ash as if they had encountered an open flame at this moment, and scattered without wind.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan didn't feel half happy about the incoming call.

Looking at the appearance of the ugly ghost in front of him, and thinking about the photos on Ji Nian's phone, he felt his stomach churning, and he broke through the door covering his mouth.

Ji Nian was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing it, he hurriedly said loudly: "The bathroom is on the second floor."

Chen Yuan couldn't reply, but he used his actions to show that he heard what Ji Nian said clearly.

I saw him rushing into the kitchen opposite the bedroom without looking up, vomiting violently.

Ji Nian, who was speechless for a while, didn't bother to care about him, turned his head and took out a blank card from his pocket very skillfully, and put the "ugly ghost" in it.

Looking at the card with a dark green border, he was overjoyed and also carefully looked at the card surface.

Only then did I notice that the real name of that ugly thing was [Making Dreams].

"not bad."

After commenting on the year, he threw the material card into the cloth bag that he carried with him.

"Let's go."

Looking at the back of Chen Yuan, who was facing the sink and doubting his life, Ji Nian greeted him, and quickly went downstairs.

Walking out of the yard, facing the "tombstones" in front of him, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Li Baitian, Lu Youyou, Jiang Cha, Yao Yuan... Who should I go to next?"

After thinking for a while, he still decided to find Lu Yoyo who had the best relationship.

In this way, I walked all the way to the little girl's yard.

Then, with Qi Ye's hand, he opened the door, and the familiar layout came into view.

"Why does Mao have the déjà vu of a flower picker..."

Silently complaining in his heart, Ji Nian observed his surroundings very calmly, and found nothing unusual.

So he walked lightly towards the second floor.

The difference from before is that on the second floor of Lu Youyou's house, only the kitchen is sealed with wooden strips.

The bedroom door is closed, and the bathroom is wide open.

Seeing this situation, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the situation inside.

He saw a long-haired woman with a slender back facing him, combing her hair silently in front of the mirror.

Her movements were extremely gentle, but still a lot of hair fell down the gap between the wooden teeth of the comb.

The black hair fell on the tiles, as if it had come to life, swimming slowly on the ground like a snake.

Seeing this, Ji Nian hurriedly took a few steps back, and at the same time waved his hand, signaling Bai Wuchang to move out.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the female ghost who was combing her hair just now turned her head away with a "gaba".

Her eyes were pure black, her eyes were sad, and there were two lines of scarlet and black blood tears hanging on her delicate and pale face.

Seeing this underworld scene, Ji Nian felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Fortunately, after these days of experience, he has gradually adapted to these ugly and wicked things to give himself a sudden "surprise".

After a while, he reacted and blessed Bai Wuchang with part of his mental power.

Immediately, the phantom white shadow flitted out.

But the hair comber seemed to have no intention of attacking them at all, his slender body leaned forward slightly, and entered the mirror.

The next moment, the mourning stick, which was swiftly killed by the sound of the wind, fell into the air, and under Bai Wuchang's exquisite control, it stopped firmly in mid-air.

The resulting Yin Qi fluctuations did not stop there, but passed through the mirror and continued on.

In the unknown mirror field, it turned into a cold blade, and directly cut off the head of the combed hair.

Immediately, dark red and viscous blood gushed out of the mirror.

But he didn't just die.

The long hair hanging behind its head seemed to come alive at this moment. It swam to pick up the head, turned it into black thread, and sewed it back together.

Looking at this disgusting scene, Rao Yi Ji Nian's skill, he couldn't hold back for a while.