Chapter 192

Boom!

The head basketball hadn't finished speaking.

A great force slapped the back of its head, and it fiercely pounced on Sun Qian; there weren't many people left in the corridor, and the ball-bouncing ghost launched an attack.

Sun Qian hurriedly covered his head and squatted down.

The head hit the wall behind Sun Qian with huge force, actually smashing a small dent!

This made Sun Qian understand why the ball-bouncing ghost's face was sunken.

It was smashed by the ball!

"Big shots, save me!"

Clang!

The blood-lacquered Ghost-Head Blade was unsheathed, and the invisible baleful aura made everyone present feel their hair stand on end.

Wu Xian held the blade and slashed fiercely at the position where the basketball had just been bounced, but he slashed at empty air.

Zhang Wei reminded: "Careful, the ghost is behind you!"

Liao Yifang was as fast as lightning, ran two steps to Wu Xian's side, and swept a whip kick behind Wu Xian, but her whip kick also hit empty air.

"The ghost is squatting down!" Zhang Wei continued to remind.

Wu Xian avoided Liao Yifang and slashed downward, but still found nothing.

"Careful behind you!"

As soon as the two turned around, they saw the heavy basketball smashing over like a cannonball; they dodged in a panic, and the basketball actually bent the heating pipe!

Sun Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the two Lotus Juanren didn't hit the ghost, they attracted the ghost's attack target to themselves, and he, the weak bait, was temporarily safe.

Boom! Boom!

The basketball bounced rhythmically occasionally, and occasionally attacked from strange angles; although Zhang Wei kept reminding them, Wu Xian and the other were still at a disadvantage.

In the previous Fudi.

Wu Xian had encountered an invisible malevolent entity.

Compared to that guy, the ball-bouncing ghost was simply gentle; at least the ball-bouncing ghost only attacked through that ball, giving Wu Xian a chance to dodge.

But this didn't mean the ball-bouncing ghost was easy to deal with.

At least Wu Xian couldn't make an effective counterattack.

Wu Xian didn't know if the ghost's stamina was limited, but he knew his own stamina wasn't very sufficient, so he had to solve this guy quickly, otherwise they would be exhausted by the ball-bouncing ghost.

But the experience of dealing with the invisible malevolent entity before was effective; at least Wu Xian knew how to break its invisibility.

Wu Xian's mouth curled up.

The simplest way to break invisibility is marking.

As long as you put something on the ball-bouncing ghost, it would have nowhere to hide.

And Wu Xian happened to have a way to mark.

Wu Xian stared at the basketball's movement path, and when the ball-bouncing ghost started bouncing the ball, he activated the Fire Bell Incantation and closed his eyes at the same time.

Ding ding ding...

The Fire Bell Incantation's bell sound rang.

This sound would last for ten seconds, and Wu Xian could ignite any target that heard the bell sound, but the premise was that Wu Xian had to know where the other party was.

But relying on Zhang Wei's guidance would always be a beat slow.

Going to the camcorder to look himself might lead the attack toward the camcorder.

So Wu Xian closed his eyes.

He was sensing the playing card on the basketball!

The playing card stuck on the head basketball was the Five of Diamonds; this playing card didn't have any incantations, but by virtue of the constant ornament's characteristics, Wu Xian could sense the state of this playing card at any time!

Boom, boom...

Wu Xian's eyes were pitch black.

Only a glowing playing card was spinning and flying up and down; it didn't hit once, didn't hit twice...

Finally.

The playing card touched a palm.

At this moment, the position of the ball-bouncing ghost's palm was exposed.

Boom!

Accompanied by the fire bell sound, flames instantly ignited on the ball-bouncing ghost's hand, and then the flames spread to its whole body, and a fire person instantly appeared in the air!

However, because the power of the Fire Bell Incantation was not high, these flames couldn't burn the ball-bouncing ghost to death for the time being, but as long as Wu Xian made it reveal its form, it was enough.

Whoosh!

Wu Xian rushed up, waving the blood-lacquered Ghost-Head Blade and slashing wildly.

He had a fierce expression and a menacing momentum, slashing thirteen times in a row without even blinking!

And he didn't even touch the corner of the malevolent entity's clothes.

Although the malevolent entity was on fire, it could still rely on its flexible movements to dodge Wu Xian's attacks while bouncing the ball freely.

Then why didn't Wu Xian continue slashing?

Because Wu Xian was tired.

There was no way, the Ghost-Head Blade was really too heavy.

The original intention of this thing's design wasn't for actual combat, but for cutting off human heads; the back of the blade was thick and the blade surface was wide, like a small door panel, and after slashing ten or so times, Wu Xian felt his arms were sore.

"Switch!"

Liao Yifang grabbed Wu Xian's shoulder, pulled Wu Xian behind her, and threw two jabs like lightning.

The professional boxer's punch speed was fast; if it were Wu Xian, he definitely wouldn't be able to dodge, but this ball-bouncing ghost shook its head lightly and dodged them all.

Wu Xian shook his head in disappointment.

He had expected this scene long ago; this ghost thing could predict people's movements, so he hadn't hit it even after slashing thirteen times in a row.

Liao Yifang seemed to be forced into a corner.

She threw a heavy right straight, but it was still dodged by the malevolent entity.

But the next second.

Boom!

Liao Yifang's left hook hit the ball-bouncing ghost's temple, and the ball-bouncing ghost's head was thrown high; looking at the angle it was raised, its cervical spine was probably broken!

As a professional boxer, Liao Yifang watched Wu Xian and the ball-bouncing ghost's blade fight the whole time, so how could she not know that the ball-bouncing ghost would predict people's movements?

Therefore, she predicted the ball-bouncing ghost's prediction!

Liao Yifang's fist flashed with a metallic luster, obviously having been imbued with some kind of ability, its power exceeding the limit that ordinary humans could reach.

The ball-bouncing ghost was knocked down with one blow, and while its body was still twisting, trying to stand up, it was hit with another heavy punch on the neck by Liao Yifang, and it never moved again.

The flames of the Fire Bell Incantation suddenly became intense, and the ball-bouncing ghost's body was gradually burned into charcoal, and then slowly turned into fly ash from the charcoal.

The head with the playing card stuck to it jumped and hopped, trying to escape, but was pierced from top to bottom by Wu Xian with the Ghost-Head Blade.

Thus.

They finally killed the first malevolent entity in this Fudi.

After killing it.

Wu Xian suddenly shuddered and hurriedly looked at Zhang Wei.

"Did you film it all?"

Zhang Wei nodded with a smile: "Filmed it, filmed it..."

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't know why.

Regarding Zhang Wei's affairs, Wu Xian always subconsciously ignored them, so he almost forgot about the filming thing; fortunately, Zhang Wei was reliable and didn't miss any shots.

Speaking of which, it was the same just now.

Zhang Wei had been reporting the positions of Wu Xian and Liao Yifang through the camcorder, and Zhang Wei carrying the camcorder wasn't easy to dodge, but that ghost never actively attacked Zhang Wei...

Thinking of this.

Wu Xian shook his head.

"Forget it, this is not important."

The ball-bouncing ghost had turned into fly ash, and on the ground, only four short, unbelievable incense sticks were left; the four residual incense sticks had two that were twenty centimeters long and two that were fifteen centimeters long, and the tops of the incense were gray, looking like they had been burned.

Wu Xian picked one up.

Information appeared on the degree.

Residual Incense: Resentment does not dissipate, ghosts leave residual incense; incense used by the Yan family to worship the victims of the Spirit Turtle Village; the incense does not burn out, leaving residue... Collect thirty centimeters in length, can be used to worship gods.

(End of chapter)