After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 47 Dementia

   Really couldn't hold it any longer, and several people couldn't help venting their enthusiasm, and took a big breath.

   Huchi, Huchi, the movement was completely covered by the strong wind.

  But the hundreds of resentful spirits wandering in the air suddenly stopped and looked over in unison.

   Before these unlucky ones could take a few breaths, they saw the resentful spirits rushing towards their heads and directly crashing into their own heads.

   With a bang, the three life flames on them were extinguished immediately.

  How can anyone dare to stop this situation?

  In the eyes of onlookers, after the resentful spirit got into their ears and noses, these people were stunned for two or three breaths, and then they hugged their heads and screamed. Their eyes were red and the corners of their mouths were drooling. They looked like they had a rabies attack, but they didn't attack the humans around them like puppets parasitized by three corpses. Hit the wall everywhere.

  Dozens of resentful souls are arguing, pulling, and attacking each other in the same sea of ​​consciousness. It feels like dozens of kicks are exploding in the head at the same time. Who can bear it?

  In less than ten breaths, these people fell to the ground, bleeding to death from their seven orifices.

  Everyone was shocked to see it.

  The trouble is that the faster the heartbeat, the shorter the breathlessness. Now most people can't hold it anymore, their faces are swollen and purple, but the resentment is still blowing out. When is this a head!

   Either suffocate to death, or be pierced to death by a resentful soul. After only a few breaths, another five or six people had no choice but to choose the former.

  He Lingchuan and Nian Songyu are fine, warriors already have strong lung capacity, but He Chunhua's complexion has turned purple, and it seems that he will not be able to hold on any longer.

  He Lingchuan didn't care about other things, grabbed Sun Fuping's sleeve, and mouthed to him: "Find a way!"

  He practices martial arts, and the tricks in his hands are useless against resentful souls.

  Perhaps Sun Fuping also felt that the time had come, he swung He Lingchuan's hand away with a wave of his big sleeve, went to the army and raised his staff.

  He stuffed something into the monster's mouth, then raised his staff, and poked it on the ground!

  With the beast head as the center, a shield with yellow light appeared, covering everyone just right.

Enchantment!

  Sun Fuping said loudly: "You can breathe!"

  Everyone bent down as if they had received an amnesty, and some of them breathed heavily and coughed continuously.

  Even He Chunhua was a little angry this time: "Why did the national teacher take action now?"

  Take the shot more than a dozen breaths earlier, and those five or six people would not have to die.

  Sun Fu's expression was solemn: "My illusory enchantment exists for a short time, and its effect is not as good as that of life fire. It should only be used as a last resort. Can you predict how long the resentful soul will blow out?"

   Nobody can.

  He Chunhua has nothing to say. Many soldiers looked at Sun Fuping, but they couldn't describe it in words.

   But he didn't take it to heart.

   "Saving the lives of the majority is the most important thing." Nian Songyu asked, "What should we do now?"

   "Keep waiting." Sun Fuping stared at the surface of the pool, "When will there be no resentful souls in it, we will have the next step."

  After everyone was in shock, they had time to observe the resentful souls roaming the sky.

  Situ Han snorted: "The most human-shaped resentful souls come out now, and there are also a large number of them riding horses in armor."

  The souls of the dead rode horses and galloped, brandishing knives and roaring, as if they were still on the battlefield of endless fighting.

   "There are the most dead soldiers on the battlefield, and their resentment is also the greatest." He Lingchuan was taken aback, "Look at this!"

  The resentful souls gushing out of the pool surface have changed from the strange shape at the beginning, to the human soul in the back, and now the size is amazing. Although the resentful soul has no weight, the end that He Lingchuan saw looked like a combination of seven or eight resentful souls. Not only did it have hands and feet, but it also had pairs of eyes on its chest and shoulders.

  Ordinary resentful souls stand in front of it, just like ordinary people standing in front of an old banyan tree, there is no comparison in size.

  The sense of oppression given to the living is not the same.

  Seeing this monster, Sun Fuping seemed relieved: "It really is."

  He Lingchuan: "What kind?" He always talks in half, so he can't stop urinating at night.

"After being in the pot for a long time, some resentful souls begin to devour and fuse each other, forming new powerful individuals, just like raising Gu." Sun Fuping pointed to this monster, "Sure enough, the order of resentful souls appearing is from weak to strong, then Our persistence is coming to an end."

This monster with hands and feet crawled out, and it was going to follow the main force up, but it turned its head suddenly as soon as Sun Fuping finished speaking, its sixteen eyes blinked at the same time, and it actually looked straight at the barrier Come!

  He Lingchuan was terrified by it's stare, this guy's eyes were much scarier than Nian Songyu: "Can it see us?"

   "Hush!" Sun Fuping hurriedly interrupted him.

   But it was too late, the sixteen-eyed monster obviously made a sniffing motion, then moved out of the pool and crawled towards the barrier.

  The sixteen-eyed monster's movements are funny, its limbs are very uncoordinated, and it staggers a bit. But Sun Fuping knew this was because it had just entered the human world and hadn't fully adapted yet.

  The illusory enchantment has no real protective power—it can’t have it, otherwise it will trigger the aggressiveness of the resentful souls—it just hides the characteristics of the living, so that the dead cannot smell the breath of flesh and blood.

  But among the strange souls, there will always be a few with special abilities that are not easy to be confused. Judging from the behavior of the sixteen-eyed monster in front of him, it didn't completely see through the illusory barrier, but it also became suspicious and decided to come and check.

  In its eyes, there is no living human breath within the area covered by the illusory enchantment, but it can vaguely feel a little bit of life, like the sparse fireflies that occasionally light up at night, and it becomes blurred when you look closely.

   This undoubtedly aroused its curiosity and wanted to take a closer look.

  Seeing that it was about to hit the barrier, Sun Fuping yelled: "Baishan, Qingshui! Go up to the fixed soul banner!"

  Behind him, two attendants rushed to the front of the line, standing on the edge of the barrier, and raised a huge white cloth banner from nowhere, flaunting it to the sixteen-eyed monster.

  The banner was painted with dense black and red runes. When the white cloth banner was shaken against the wind, the runes also floated out, turning slowly, and there was the faint sound of Sanskrit singing in the air.

   This banner looks like just an iron and wooden pole with a piece of white cloth, and it is wobbly, but the attendants dance very hard, and they have to hold it with two hands and four hands.

  The way they shake the white flag is also like drawing "∞" repeatedly in the air at a constant speed.

   At the same time, Sun Fuping also walked up to the crowd and motioned them to close their eyes.

   But this order is still a bit late. As soon as the white cloth banner appeared, everyone's eyes naturally followed its movement. After it swayed twice, several people looked straight, as if attracted by a magnet, they raised their legs and walked towards it.

  One walked past He Lingchuan, who pressed his shoulders hard and closed his eyelids for him.

   This man stopped moving after earning two strokes.

   Others followed suit and controlled the soul-destroyed companion.

  (end of this chapter)