Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 49: Burning antiques to save lives

This time, it is still a strategy of using crowd tactics, attacking Qinghong from all directions, in order to disturb Qinghong's thoughts and make him unable to tell the truth from the fake.

Seeing these afterimages continuously approaching him, Qinghong's small heart almost jumped into his throat.

Among the numerous phantoms, I don't know which one is real and which one is fake.

Even though he had that powerful black talisman in his arms, he didn't know how to make it.

And if he misses a hit, Yan Feng will be noticed, and if he wants to use the black talisman to deal with him, it will be very difficult to reach the sky!

Just when it was extremely critical, I suddenly recalled a sentence that the Wulong King once said in the Huangquan Inn.

"All the demonic obstacles in the world arise from the heart."

"If your heart is clear, you are invincible."

"If your heart is muddy, you will see the rebirth of demons before your eyes."

"The origin of all Taoism comes from a heart character."

"Heart!"

After thinking of the word "heart" in his mind, Qinghong simply stood where he was and closed his eyes.

Anyway, what the eyes see are illusions, even if the eyes are opened, they can't tell the truth from the afterimages, so there seems to be no difference between opening and closing them.

For this reason, Qinghong tried his best to keep his heart calm and stand on the spot, with his eyes tightly closed, pretending to be deaf to the things around him.

At the same time, he used his consciousness to continuously detect these phantoms rushing towards him, and used his consciousness to perceive their differences.

Soon, when Qinghong's heart calmed down, he immediately felt the difference between these afterimages rushing towards him.

The afterimage on the left floated back and forth without the slightest sound, and Qinghong also sensed the ghost aura that was different from the afterimage on the left.

Then it is obvious that the afterimage on the left is fake!

As for the afterimage on the right and the back, it is similar to the afterimage on the left, there is no sound, and there is no ghost aura.

Then this directly shows that the afterimages on the right and behind are also illusioned.

After eliminating these afterimages one by one, only the afterimage in front of you is left!

Even though Qinghong's eyes were tightly closed at this time, he could clearly sense the super ghostly aura emanating from the afterimage in front of him!

That's right, it's him!

Qinghong stood on the spot with his eyes closed and sneered. Taking advantage of Yan Feng's attack from the front, he unhurriedly grasped the black talisman in his pocket, and then closed his eyes to rely on his own perception. Pasted in the past.

Chi...

A light sound spread from the front to Qinghong's eardrums, and where his fingers touched, he could clearly feel a strong chill permeating the air, that kind of chill was like falling into an ice cellar in winter, it was so cold It must be biting.

However, he immediately felt that the pressure around him disappeared instantly, and the chill on his fingers also gradually dissipated.

Qinghong boldly opened his eyes and looked, the black talisman paper was still held in his palm, but the afterimages in all directions had disappeared without a trace.

Even Yan Feng's body has completely disappeared.

"Damn it, he escaped!"

Qinghong cursed angrily towards the air in front of him, but due to excessive force, the place where he was hit on the back was pulled, and another burst of pain came over immediately.

And the part of the body that was attacked by the cold air felt like falling into the ice. Even in this scorching summer night, Qinghong already felt extremely cold.

"It seems that I have been invaded by ghost energy!"

Qinghong muttered something in a low voice, thinking that this place is not a place to stay for a long time, so he has to go back quickly and find a way to get rid of the ghost energy.

After reading, he didn't bother to pack the luggage anymore. After putting away the black talisman in his hand, he rushed home in three steps.

The old lady was waiting for Qinghong to come back at home. At first glance, Qinghong ran in from the garden in a panic, and immediately went forward to help Qinghong up, and asked in surprise: " How did you get hurt?"

"I... I'm so cold..."

After just saying this sentence, the exhausted Qinghong collapsed to the ground like mud.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly used all his strength to help the poor country boy up, and then placed him behind the sofa in the living room. Then he went back to the room to find a quilt, and hurriedly gave Qinghong wrapped up.

With the temperature of the quilt, the chill in the body finally eased temporarily.

But if you want to completely get rid of these ghosts, just a quilt is far from enough.

Of course, the most important thing for Qinghong right now is to get through tonight.

Evening is the time when the yin energy is at its peak, if the yin energy at night combined with the cold air in his body again, even Da Luo Jinxian would not be able to save him.

"Qinghong, are you feeling better?"

Looking at the young man who was still slightly trembling in front of her, Mrs. Li asked anxiously.

"It's okay, I can't die for a while."

Qinghong reluctantly grinned at the old man ~IndoMTL.com~ and signaled that she needn't be so worried.

Then he asked embarrassingly: "Auntie, can you find some firewood and come back? My body has been invaded by ghost energy. If I want to survive tonight safely, the temperature in the room must be high." A little."

"If it's convenient, please help me get some firewood back, and light a pot of fire in the living room. The hotter the fire, the better."

"This..."

The old man looked at Qinghong with some hesitation, and said with a wry smile: "This big city is no better than the countryside, how could there be firewood..."

"Hey, there it is!"

The old man suddenly rolled his eyes, and then quickly ran into the kitchen.

Looking at the old man's trembling steps, Qinghong only felt an inexplicable excitement.

Unexpectedly, this old man, who had never had anything to do with him, would actually care so much about him. This made Qinghong, whose body was extremely cold, feel like a spring breeze for a while.

Not long after, the old man had already taken out a gleaming kitchen knife from the kitchen, and walked quickly to Qinghong.

Seeing the strange behavior of the old man, Qinghong couldn't help muttering worriedly: "Auntie, don't you want to take this opportunity to kill me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The old man rolled his eyes at him, and then muttered softly: "There must be no firewood in our city, but Yaohua's father used to collect a batch of mahogany Ming and Qing classical furniture when he was alive."

"The furniture is placed on the second floor of the villa, and it has not been taken out for more than ten years."

"Since we can't find firewood, let's burn the batch of mahogany furniture to help you get rid of the cold air!"

"That's impossible!"

Hearing the words, Qinghong quickly waved his hands to stop: "Auntie, those mahogany furniture are all antiques, they must not be burned."