Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 29
After Qin Xianghe fell to the ground, instead of waking up, he grabbed his neck with both hands like iron pliers, kept making "hoo, hoo" sounds, and kicked and stomped wildly with his feet.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Changqing and others hurriedly rushed over, grabbed Qin Xianghe's hands and tried to open them, but they couldn't get them open even half an inch.Those hands were so stiff and cold that they were extremely powerful.

Within a moment, Qin Xianghe's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and his eyes began to roll up.Fang Changqing shouted:
"Hurry up, Ling girl, Zhengyang Talisman!"

Everything happened in a moment. Fang Ling was in a hurry and before he could get to him, he heard his father shouting. He quickly took out a Zhengyang Talisman and put his hand on Qin Xianghe's forehead.

But Qin Xianghe's eyes suddenly opened, and they were bright red, bulging out like blood bubbles.

Fang Ling was shocked, isn't this the shameless red-eyed one?
I haven't been able to dig it out after looking for it for so many years, but I bumped into it here on a narrow road.

Just as he was surprised, Qin Xianghe broke free from the restraints of the crowd and fled towards Liulin.

Everyone hurriedly chased him, but Qin Xianghe didn't know what was going on. His movements were very weird, and he stretched his head forward desperately, as if he was trying to run forward with all his strength, but his feet were extremely uncoordinated, and he was very uncoordinated with Mr. Xue back then. The four are exactly the same.

It was easy for everyone to catch up with him, but it was easy to catch up, but difficult to stop.

I saw Qin Xianghe growling like a wild beast, his arms sweeping left and right with great strength, and he immediately threw away the two people hugging him.

When everyone saw this, they all hesitated and no one dared to step forward.

Only Fang Ling snatched the mahogany sword in his father's hand, new sorrows and old hatreds welled up in his heart, no matter how many years he hadn't seen each other, what level the other party had reached now, he rushed forward and slashed across Qin Xianghe's head with his sword chest.

Although Qin Xianghe was afraid of magical weapons, he was extremely powerful. He turned over to avoid the mahogany sword in Fang Ling's hand, picked up the mourning pole on the spot and swung it over.The Taomu Sword used magic power instead of brute force, and it instantly shattered into pieces under the attack of pure force.

Fortunately, Fang Changqing was still awake, he immediately greeted the people who were stunned in place, and took the rope to outflank him from behind.

Everyone worked together, hugging the waist, hugging the legs, surrounded by five or six strong men, it took a lot of effort to finally bring Qin Xianghe to the ground.

Qin Xianghe laughed a few times, and suddenly, like a loose ball, his whole body began to twitch violently, and the blood red in his eyes faded quickly.

Fang Ling was all too familiar with this situation, and it was clear that he was about to escape again.

It was too late and then it was too late, I saw Fang Ling, a hungry tiger pounced on food and bullied himself, and rode on it. He stretched out his hand to sacrifice a blue charm and pressed it firmly on Qin Xianghe's Xinkou Shenzang acupoint, chanting the spell silently.

The spells are divided into five grades according to the drawing materials. The yellow runes are the most common ones, followed by blue, purple, silver, and gold.

In order to subdue Red Eye, Fang Ling worked hard and practiced hard for the past few years, and finally drew a blue talisman.So I take it with me every day, and when I meet red eyes, I will shoot him to death with a talisman.

Red Eyes was restrained by the blue talisman and could not escape, so he struggled violently, roaring in his throat, the wind was flying around him, and birds and beasts were running away.

Everyone felt that there seemed to be a devil in Qin Xianghe's body that was about to burst out, and they all broke into a cold sweat.

Fang Ling saw that the red eyes were locked by the talisman, opened his collar, stretched out his hand to pull off the bell ring around his neck, and pressed it to the two stars on his forehead.

As soon as the bell ring touched Qin Xianghe's body, there were bursts of silver bell-like sounds, and then traces of halo and smoke emitted from the inside penetrated into his major acupuncture points.

After a while, Qin Xianghe fell to the ground like a deflated ball, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

Fang Ling stretched out his hand to take back the ring, and had a vague intuition that something was bumping left and right inside, but he couldn't get out.

The man was saved, but everyone was terrified by this horrific scene. Several workers started clamoring to leave. Fang Changqing was anxious to appease everyone, so he left Fang Ling alone to look after Qin Xianghe.

Fang Ling took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the froth on Qin Xianghe's mouth, then helped him up and drank a few mouthfuls of ice water.It took only a cup of tea, but Qin Xianghe slowed down.

He opened his eyes slowly, terrified.

"Uncle...I saw uncle. I saw him climbing up from the tomb, smiling sinisterly at me, his eyes were blood red. He grabbed my neck with both hands..."

Qin Xianghe was still in shock and wanted to get up.

Fang Ling hurriedly held him down with some guilt.

"Brother Xianghe, it's okay, it's just a dream. Maybe the yin energy in the tomb is too heavy, and I just took your blood yesterday, and the yang energy is too weak to be affected by this.

Blame me, blame me entirely. Don’t worry, it’s okay now. "

Fang Ling was afraid that telling the truth would only increase his fear, so he just said that he was overcome by Yin Qi.

Qin Xianghe stared blankly at Fang Ling and murmured:
"Sister Xiangling? Is that you? Did you come to pick up my brother and leave together? Either way, or..."

As he spoke, he shed two lines of tears.

Fang Ling had always seen Qin Xianghe as a frivolous person. Suddenly seeing him so sad and lonely, he couldn't help but hold his hand tightly and whispered:
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have tricked you into taking blood essence. From now on, I will definitely treat you like my own brother."

Qin Xianghe smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke Fang Ling's head.

"Whatever Xiang Ling says is fine."

Fu closed his eyes again.

Fang Changqing was full of nice things to say in that room, and Xiao was moved by reason and emotion, but the workers were still scared to death.In the end, he had no choice but to make the decision without authorization and doubled his wages before he was done.

After this commotion, it was already noon, and the Yin Qi had almost dissipated.

Qin Xianghe had no hope, so Fang Changqing had no choice but to jump down into the tomb himself and follow the workers to pull the crowbar. This time, it was surprisingly smooth. A few strong men pried up the coffin lid in just a few clicks.

The moment the coffin lid slid down, a chill mixed with a musty smell rushed over, and everyone hurriedly turned their faces away, for fear of being caught by the smell of the corpse.

But what surprised everyone was that there was no rancid smell in the coffin, only a strong fishy smell.

Everyone came forward and couldn't help but take a breath, and saw that the coffin was filled with clumps of extremely sinister plants.

That thing is shaped like a ghost claw, stretching upwards in a ferocious twist, the whole body is as black as ink but the top is bright red, like the nails of that ghost claw.

At first glance, it looks like many claws sprouting from the corpse.The timid one even exclaimed at this moment.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the coffin was extremely humid, and a fungus shaped like a ghost's claw grew out of the moisture in the gaps between the coffins next to the corpse.

What's even more strange is that the flora began to shrink rapidly the moment they saw the sky, and finally turned into puddles of black and reddish mucus, just like corpse fluid when a corpse decays.

And the owner of the tomb is indeed not rotten.

Inside the coffin lay a man in his fifties, dressed in a blue and black robe with wide sleeves and cross-neck, with several red silk threads wrapped around a black belt around his waist.

He died from drowning, and his face was swollen and deformed. Although there was no decay at all, he couldn't see his pre-natal appearance.

As the air poured in, the swollen and whitish face quickly sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire exposed skin also quickly turned yellow and black.

Fang Changqing even saw that the rapidly shriveled face inadvertently pulled out a strange smile and then disappeared immediately, whether it was due to skin shrinkage or something.

Fang Changqing's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he was thinking too simply. The current situation could not delay the slightest delay. It had to be burned immediately.

So Fang Changqing quickly ordered people to pour the kerosene they brought on the body and coffin. He also filled the remaining herbs around the tomb and poured kerosene on them.

Just as they were about to light the fire, they saw a person stumbling over from a distance, crying all the way:

"Taoist Master, help!".

(End of this chapter)