Manual of the Monster in City

8 So is it really expelled?

"Qingming...Qingming..."

Jia Qingming heard a voice coming from a very distant place. The voice sounded pain, sadness, and anger. They came from all directions, and echoed beside him, overlapping with strange harmony.

What they have in common is that they are calling his name in a low voice.

He felt that he was now under a cold ancient well, surrounded by endless darkness. In the darkness, it seemed that something was squirming and making a tilting sound. He can't see and doesn't want to see the sound...

……thing.

He knew it was a dream, and this evil dream had occupied him for a long time.

"Qing Ming, Qing Ming...Help me..." The painful voice groaned low.

"You obviously promised me...why...why..." the sad voice murmured repeatedly, and finally drowned in low sobbing.

"Qing Ming! What you said! If you can't do it at all, let me use torture to ease the pain! Anyway...you can't do it, can't you?!" The angry voice was hysterical.

A couple of long claws in the dark, they growled and rushed towards him.

"No...no...you don't come here!" Qingming shouted, backing desperately.

But his own retreat soon came to an end. He felt his back leaning toward the cold side, and the chill hit him, spreading along his spine to his whole body, like a cold snake crawling along with the bones of his back.

Suddenly, the winding moved, like countless squirming pieces of meat. Something peeled from the wall.

Like a ghost passing through the wall!

It is the house ghost of the ancient temple. He wears a tattered old-style Chinese tunic suit. Black blood leans from its eyes, nose, and ears. Its gloomy voice surrounds him. The endless black air is climbing with the nightmare. Climb on his body.

The blood-red eye hole of the house ghost is right in front of him, close at hand.

He even felt the ghost's breath from the abyss, rushing coldly on his cheek.

"Leave this temple! Overpowered fellow, I see, your fear! You never can do it, you can never do it! Get out of here! Get out!"

Qingming squatted, her body curled into a ball, and he hugged his head tightly.

"No... don't come here... don't..."

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"No... don't come here... don't..."

The lucid consciousness heard his own voice, and there was a small cry in it as if someone awakened from a dream heard the residual dreams.

He regained consciousness, cold sweat oozes from all over his body as if condensed into bone-thin ice in the middle of the night.

However, some places are warm...even boiling hot.

That is his left wrist.

It seemed that something was being baked there slightly, and then the blood sent the tiny warmth back to the heart. Although it could be said to be insignificant heat, it was like a candle in the dark.

Jia Qingming raised his heavy eyelids, wondering what it was, but suddenly saw such a scene.

In the dark and gloomy ancient temple ruins, a boy wearing a high school uniform is holding his wrist, and with tears on his body, sobbing in his dream, like a little flower that has just been ravaged by a nightmare...

"What the hell?!" Jia Qingming quickly backed away, pulling away from the same-s*x creature.

"It's okay?" The boy asked, not even an expression on both ends.

"You guy is..."

-"By the way, is there anyone else living in that ruined temple?"

-"Huh? Are you talking about the ruined temple where the seniors lived? It seems...no one else is here."

"You, you, you! Are you a man or a ghost?!" Jia Qingming stepped back again, looking like a ghost.

"It's a human!" A small black cat emerged from behind the boy with a furry head.

"Xiao Hei?!" Jia Qingming's chin almost fell off.

"It should be called Senior!"

"What's wrong with you?" The boy asked Jia Qingming blankly.

"I was scared by you! Why are you walking as stiff as a puppet? Are you a man with no sanity?" Jia Qingming said a long series of complaints in one breath.

"Oh." Nodded.

Have you accepted this messy setting so easily?!

"This is your classmate Yuan Baiyang, the partner that Miss Bai Ling asked me to find especially, and she kept saying that if Mr. Qingming went by herself, it would be impossible to do anything. This lady had to come here with reluctance. Let’s take a trip. If it weren’t for Classmate Yuan to pull you back, kid, you’re very fierce now.” Xiao Hei explained.

"Hello." Yuan Boyang symbolizes a hand, and the motion of raising the hand is mechanically strange. Jia Qingming feels that finding a robot is more alive than him.

"I'm not good." Qingming displeased the upper part of the ground and didn't want to pay attention to this strange person at all, but he still squeezed out, "But thank you."

"The problem has been solved."

Xiao Hei lifted the cat's paw with a meat pad and pointed to the middle of the temple hall.

Jia Qingming looked in that direction, and he noticed that the ghost of the house ghost in the ancient temple had been trapped there, and several chains locked him in it. Its feet (if he had feet) were somewhat mysterious and primitive. The spirit array is emerging from the PAD screen.

Those chains were born from this spirit formation, but the spirit formation does not seem to be the one that Qingming had activated before-

Although Qingming doesn’t understand these unscientific spiritual formations, and certainly can’t remember the graphics composed of the messy lines, this judgment is only derived from the first feeling, as if it is a very intuitive difference of breath. This spiritual formation The breath in him felt completely different from another.

The house ghost slapped the chains vigorously, like a prisoner who had been wronged and put in jail, shaking the iron fence desperately, yelling in anger but futile.

"Leave this! All of you...leave this!"

Lightning illuminates its pale face.

Ignoring those weird places, Jia Qingming felt that this house ghost was still very gentle.

Xiao Hei triumphantly finished, leaping off Yuan Boyang's shoulder. She walked towards the house ghost, the cat's tail was erected high behind her, keeping her balance, her footsteps were indeed very grateful.

Then she gave a loud "meow~" and opened her mouth.

A powerful force instantly filled the space, as if with Xiao Hei's mouth as the center, a huge vortex was formed in the air. The strands of dark blue aura pulled from the ghost and gathered in Xiao Hei's mouth.

Although it seemed that there was a great wind pressure, the other things in the ancient temple were intact, and it didn't seem that there was any strong wind. This kind of absorption should only exist in the realm of the spirit.

The house ghost howled in pain, and its body was becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye as if its color was washed away in the water. At first, it could still violently impact the magical spirit circle that bound it, but now it just squatted, squeezed its whole body, and kept shaking with its hands on its head.

But it kept muttering in its mouth, and its weak hollow voice repeated in a low voice: "Leave this...Leave this...Leave here..."

This way...like himself...

Jia Qingming looked at it and suddenly felt very familiar, yes, just like himself. He felt that his headache was aching, and he suddenly felt a little sympathy for the house ghost who was drawn from strength. This kind of pain, as if he had experienced it himself.

Did these heavenly eyes bring him?

He didn't know.

The absorption process stopped, and Xiao Hei burped contentedly.

"See, the power of this lady!"

It looked like just a poor man squatting in the spiritual circle holding his head in his hands. The body of the house ghost is very transparent, but it has not disappeared.

Xiao Hei arrogantly, probably because he finally washed away the shame of "like a fake teammate" last time.

Jia Qingming walked over and took the chain away. The PAD had reset the power and turned off automatically. There was still a drop of blood that he had dripped on the dark screen, which had dried up and turned dark red.

When he approached, the ghost did not show hostility or did not respond at all, it was like a child who was frightened and shivering.

"This thing is called the lingering cord. Anything with aura, including the spirit array itself, can become the soil for its growth. Any existence of a spirit body will be bound by the lingering cord, and the stronger the mana of that spirit, the binding Now its mana has been swallowed by me, the bound spirit has no spiritual power, and the binding cord has lost its power.

"He will disappear soon. The ghost without mana can't stay for too long. Moreover, he had such huge mana before. He has already...invoked the tribulation. In fact, even if we don't get rid of it, it will not have much time left. That's it. So Shenting County has been getting overcast and rainy recently."

"Heavenly Tribulation?" Jia Qingming heard the magic term that would only appear in novels about cultivation.

"Yes, the tribulation of heaven. The tribulation of heaven is the compulsory removal order imposed by the reincarnation of Heaven on things that violate the rules, things that should not exist, and things that go against the sky."

Xiao Hei jumped on Jia Qingming again, relying on his extra footsteps, and jumped in front of him, "To be specific, it was a thunder... Recently thick clouds are everywhere, thunder and lightning are frequent, that is the heaven looking for... …Looking for something it is aware of that violates the rules."

"Yes..." The house ghost made a low voice. "Leave here. You shouldn't be affected by the catastrophe, you must leave here..."

Its transparent body walked towards the wooden box in the corner of the ancient temple. In the wooden box that had been opened and sealed, the bright red wedding dress was as bright as new. The house ghost lowered his head, his eyes softly sliced his hands, trying to touch the contents in it, but the moment his hand touched the cloth, he passed through it. It lowered its head in disappointment, tears falling from its cheeks.

In this way, it looks like an ordinary person...

Before that, Jia Qingming saw that the house ghost could only make some broken sounds, and some similar "leave here" repeated whispers, but now its thinking seems to be extremely clear as if it were an ordinary human.

In its transparent body, the turbid air dissipated little by little, replaced by a breath of fresh air. With his heavenly eyes, Jia Qingming seemed to be able to see the source of the refreshing energy, wispy, so that he brought one of the props that Miss Bai Ling gave him...

It is the incense lit in that censer.

"Heizi." This fragrance, Huihunye, is really suitable for this situation.

"Humans have three souls and seven souls, but after death, the body decays and cannot gather spirits. Even if the soul persists for a long time because of obsession, the rest of the souls will be lost one after another and lost in the familiar place... the senses disappear, the memory disappears, The consciousness also disappeared, and in the end, only the obsession was left to form a ghost... but except for the obsession, nothing was remembered."

"And this time the fragrance of the soul night can bring back the lost souls."

"Thank you for your help. Otherwise... I can only keep going like this. I don't know when I will be relieved." "Thank you." The house ghost walked to Qingming and the others, bowed respectfully, and gave the old salute.

"If you are thankful, you don't need it for that guy." Xiao Hei pointed to Yuan Boyang, "He can't see it anyway."

"Can't see?" Qingming asked her.

But before the black answered, the house ghost said this:

"But I still want to express my gratitude. I really... don't want to hurt anyone, I'm sorry. Especially Mr. Seimei... I have another request next,"

"Can you... use Mr. Qingming's body again?"

Before answering, Jia Qingming seemed to hear something strange in this old temple.