Heavenly Dao Formula

The flame danced in front of his eyes, and fell little by little at an extremely slow speed.

Perhaps it is because they know that the Privy Council is here to clean up the troubles, and the clock watch outside has stopped, as if no one dares to take a step here-in fact, let alone the watch clock, from nightfall to this moment, the entire county is silent, even the usual The barking of dogs and the chirping of insects are no longer heard.

How long have they been waiting?

One hour, or three hours?

Xia Fan lost control of time, and the only proof he could feel the passage of time was the half-burned candles on the candlesticks.

Zhang Shenpan, who was sitting in the middle, did not move from the beginning to the end. Looking from the corner, he seemed to have turned into a statue.

This kind of waiting made people anxious, and even made Xia Fan wonder if Yuan Gui would really choose their group in a forest with many prey as God's Judgment said.

At this moment, Xia Fan heard a series of crisp bells.

It was incompatible with this dull and anxious atmosphere, and it also broke the silence of the night in an instant.

The source of the sound appears to be...inside the box!

Almost instantly, Zhang Shenjue opened his eyes suddenly.

He grabbed the wooden sword beside him, and with a slight flick, the lid of the box popped up. Xia Fan, who was guarding the corner, also saw the contents of the box at this moment.

It was a face without a nose, and the most obvious mouth was standing upright, pulling his face into two halves, and on both sides of the mouth were three eyes of different sizes. These eyes have neither eye sockets to accommodate nor eyebrows to embellish, just like meat beads embedded in the skin!

The moment the lid was lifted, two skinny arms stretched out, grabbing the alchemist in front of him at an extremely fast speed!

But Zhang Shen judged faster.

With a pull of his left hand, he pulled a rope, and the other end of it was connected to the box—as if some mechanism had been opened, the original wooden box suddenly fell apart.

The reason why a container is a container is precisely because the bottom and the four walls fit together to form a closed space. However, as the boxes became pieces of wood, this space no longer existed.

The moment the Yuan Gui's body was exposed, its open arms instantly lost their strength and fell limply.

This is the weakness of Yuan Gui!

Once it loses its hiding place, its deadly deterrent power also disappears.

Xia Fan, who witnessed the sudden change, understood why Zhang Shenpan was so calm and composed - he didn't have to wait as hard as they did. There was a bell hidden in the box, and if any foreign object entered, it would trigger the alarm. Just wait until the bell rings before concentrating on it. And before that, he knew the mansion was safe.

Without the cover of the box, Yuan Gui fully revealed its true body. As the survivors said, its body was almost the size of a baby, but that did not include the four slender limbs. Or in other words, apart from the head, it only has limbs left. Both the hands and feet are more than two meters long, and the joints are all bent upwards, like a water strider running in the water.

It panicked and wanted to bypass the alchemist in front of it, but Zhang Shenpan, who had already stood up, obviously didn't intend to give it this chance.

He threw out a talisman, which hit Yuan Gui's head, and the latter froze in place immediately. Then he raised his sword and stabbed straight, penetrated the talisman and continued to move forward, piercing through Yuan Gui without resistance like piercing tofu.

Only two soft "bang, bang" sounds were heard, Yuan Gui's head exploded, and black liquid splashed all over the ground.

So fast, Xia Fan thought.

The opponent's attack process was smooth and smooth, neither the action of pulling out the medicinal materials was seen, nor the sound was used to strengthen the intention of the operation. From the target's appearance to the fall, it only took a few seconds.

The strength of a sixth-grade alchemist should not be underestimated.

"Thank you for your hard work, this mission is over." Zhang Shenpan wiped the wooden sword and put it back on his waist, "Let the county magistrate take care of the aftermath. We will leave for Jinxia tomorrow."

"It turns out that ghosts are nothing more than that... how difficult it is for me to be the leader of the evil spirits." Wang Renzhi walked up to the wreckage of Yuan ghosts and kicked them with disgust, "Tsk, it's really deformed. "

"Is it... dead?" Wei Wushuang stepped forward and asked.

"Dead? It didn't live at all, okay?" Wang Renzhi rolled his eyes at him, "This thing is just reorganized and driven by Qi. If the hostility is strong enough, some evil spirits can come back again and again, such as the Great Desolation Demon Night. But hell... it's just such a chance."

"Where did this abyss ghost come from?" Shangguan Cai suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Young Master Wang looked at her puzzled.

"Don't you know? The biggest difference between ghosts and other evil spirits is that they are transformed from corpses. In other words——" She shifted her gaze to Yuangui, "This thing used to be a person."

"Uh, who knows..." Wang Renzhi was a little stuck, "And its origin is not important at all, is it?"

Zhang Shenpan looked at Shangguan Cai unexpectedly for a while before taking up the topic, "That's right, the task of the alchemist of the Privy Council is to eliminate evil spirits, and it doesn't matter where it comes from. For example, this abyss ghost, maybe It may be a certain medicine farmer who went up to the mountain to collect and lost his way accidentally, or it may be a hunter who fell into the valley and died after many geniuses. Knowing these will not stop ghosts from harming people, you just need to wipe them out."

"That's what I mean," Wang Renzhi coughed twice, "Let's go, we can sleep well when we go back now."

It seems that Li doesn't need to play tonight.

Xia Fan waved his hand towards the dark place as a greeting to her, then turned and walked towards the door.

But what made him a little strange was that although there were several people walking in front, no one pushed open the closed hall door, as if everyone was waiting for him.

If only Wei Wushuang and Luo Youer could understand, when did the others become so united?

He subconsciously quickened his pace, and at the same time, he saw that Wei Wushuang seemed to be trying his best to turn around, staring at him with big eyes, as if urging him.

Wait, is that a urging look?

With the help of flickering candles, Xia Fan seemed to see bloodshot eyes in his eyes—how impatient does it take to be so anxious?

Wei Wushuang in his impression was not such a person.

Xia Fan could not help but stop.

At this moment, an abnormal situation appeared without warning—he found that the lowered front foot could not be retracted, as if he had been nailed to the spot. Soon, this strange feeling spread throughout his body, and he suddenly realized that it wasn't just his feet, but he had lost control of his body!

Is this an illusion?

No... No, he was being targeted by something.

And not only him, everyone present was like this, so that after the vision happened, no one turned around or issued a warning—because when they noticed the problem, they could no longer open their mouths to make a sound.

Under the dim light of the fire, a figure with a height of two meters appeared in front of Xia Fan little by little.