"You're so brave, try touching him again!"

A faint voice sounded next to my ears. The voice was very cold and indifferent, as if someone deliberately polished the voice and didn't want me to know.

"You are... wrong, how is it possible..."

The frightened voice of the female Rakshasa ghost was very harsh, just like a shrew screaming hysterically.

The severe pain in my arm really made it impossible for me to hold on, but I knew that a big role was coming. I felt a little relieved, but my will was not so firm. As soon as my spirit relaxed, I immediately passed out outside the door. Before I fainted, I was still angry.

, if I survive the catastrophe, this arm is also disabled, and the poisonous ghost claw actually makes me crippled. If I am really crippled and have to be waited on, it will be worse than death. Qing Ming will definitely laugh when he sees it.

I did it for a while.

When I woke up the next day, I was already back in the house, lying on my grandma's bed. All my wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. The severe pain had disappeared, even the injured area on my left waist was the same, and there was still some pain.

Feeling numb, I stood up and took a look outside the window. It was bright outside, there were birds chirping outside the house, and it was a sunny day again.

I checked my belongings and found that they were all still there. Even the Seven Star Soul Suppressing Sword was placed beside the bed, as well as my small bag and the paper lantern containing the ghosts.

"Xiao Hong? Are you still here?"

I touched the paper lantern and asked softly.

"Here, my God, you finally woke up. I was really scared to death yesterday. Where did you meet such a powerful friend? Even the female Rakshasa ghost ran away. He seems to be a human being. The person in this house

The magic circle has no effect on him, but it can repel the Rakshasa female ghost, so it is really powerful."

Xiaohong's voice was very anxious, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I was awake.

"What does that friend look like? By the way, how is my grandpa doing?"

I sat on the bed and took a look at the bandaged wound, and immediately spoke eagerly. Although I also suspected that the person was Qing Ming, it was impossible for Qing Ming to arrive so quickly.

"Don't worry, as soon as he comes in, I will send him to the photo in the main room to rest. As for that person's appearance, I don't know this, because I have also returned to the paper lantern myself. I can't come out during the day. Even if there is

Ghosts who have done some Taoism can only come out after four o'clock in the afternoon. During this time, you must rush to the county seat. Your friend will help you clean the wound, bandage it and then leave. At night, the female Rakshasa ghost will inevitably

She will come to her door. Now that you are injured, how can we be her opponent? She is at least more than a few decades more experienced than me. Rakshasa is the most advanced existence among ghosts, let alone you.

Even some ordinary disciples in the magic world may not be able to deal with them."

After Xiaohong said a lot of words, she fell silent.

"Okay, we'll leave shortly."

I put the paper lantern in my pocket and spoke calmly.

When I came to the main room, I took a look at my grandpa's photo, and then took out three sandalwood sticks from a paper bag next to it. There were also money, paper and other worship objects next to it, which my grandma used to use when she worshiped grandpa.

I lit three sandalwood sticks and put them upright in the rice bucket on the altar table. I also took out a bunch of bright red candles and lit them and put them in.

"Impermanence, Impermanence, I also want incense candles. It's so fragrant. No one has ever given it to me. Hurry up."

Among the paper lanterns, Xiao Hong began to urge me eagerly. I knew that this sandalwood could solidify the form of ghosts, especially the tribute incense from grandma, which was refined through secret methods. Compared with ordinary sandalwood bought outside,

, more effective.

I took out the paper lantern and gave her some incense and candles.

"Xiao Chang, you are here. It seems that you are still involved in this dispute between right and wrong."

Grandpa's voice came from above the photo, and he looked very tired.

"Grandpa, how are you? You're okay. What's the dispute about right and wrong?"

I bowed to my grandpa and spoke respectfully.

"Actually, your grandmother and I knew that Rakshasa ghost decades ago, but she didn't know what to do."
Chapter completed!