The Heartless Mage Chapter 261: Vampire (1)

Bai Liuli kept her word, saying that if she wanted to avenge Wuxin, she would definitely not withdraw halfway. Wuxin sinks into the water, ignores him, doesn't leave, and doesn't show up. He didn't know what the other party was making a fuss about, and he didn't bother to ask, let alone coax. After getting along for several decades, Bai Liuli found that Wuxin seemed to be a bit cheap. If he treated him too much, he would probably be annoying.

He drifted away in the direction of the current, trying to find a clean place and concentrate on the mantra. Cursing a living person to death from existence to non-existence is really not an easy task, especially if the other party is not an incompetent kind. The darkness in the cave will never see the light of day, and even at noon, the yin is as heavy as midnight. Bai Liuli likes this kind of environment very much, but regrets that she has no body and can't use many skills. If he had a body - even if he only had one hand, there were several ways to avenge Wuxin.

But I can't think of that much now, he only has the power of mind to use. Chanting a mantra is really a labor-intensive thing. Back then, in Xikang and Tashi Kungpo, because both sides were prepared to fight and were impeccable, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and recite the mantra for ten days. When Tashi Kampot died with a black body, he was so tired that he was dying, and it was considered that he lost most of his life. If he lost his entire life at that time, it would not be unusual, and there is nothing to say. Horizontal and vertical is a matter of willingness to admit defeat, so now Tashi Kampo sees him again, and he has no resentment.

The bed of the dark river is getting higher and higher, the river water is getting shallower and shallower, and finally it breaks on a sloping rocky beach. Walking along the rocky beach, there is still unfathomable space. Bai Liuli didn't want to waste any more time on the road, and went up to the top of the cave, where he stopped between a few sharp stalactites. After setting up the stance, he was about to start construction, but there was movement in the dark river beneath him. Bai Liuli lowered her head and saw a jet-black back flashing across the water. It was not like a snake or a fish. It seemed to be very large, but it was very agile and light, and it only made the dark river swell like a rising tide. Wave.

Bai Liuli stared at the water for a while. A little ghost peeped at him from a distance, and seeing that he was still motionless, he approached and approached boldly. When it got close enough, Bai Liuli's figure flashed, and then the kid disappeared without a trace, and it was he who swallowed it.

However, the little ghost is always dead. When he closed his eyes and concentrated, a few more little ghosts came, hanging from the ceiling of the cave, staring at him silently.

Bai Liuli started chanting the mantra, and she was so fascinated that she leaned forward and backward, and after only a few minutes, Ding Sihan in the distance could feel it. The thick and thin blood vessels on his head and face swelled and hardened into a net, which bound his flesh and blood coldly. So he quickened his speed. Putting the stack of blood talismans he just drew in front of him, he picked up the last piece of yellow paper and pressed it on the ground. The tip of his pierced **** touched the paper, and he immediately took a breath of cool air and raised his hand abruptly, as if he had been scalded.

His talismans are too familiar, and Rao raised his hands quickly, but in the moment he just swiped on the paper, the traces left were not red, but black. Immediately took out a lighter and burned the paper, his heart skipped a beat - the blood talisman borrowed a yang qi from the blood, and the combination of blood and thought power was considered a double insurance. But now the blood has turned into poisonous blood, who knows what kind of evil talisman will be drawn?

Let a big cow-like bodyguard cut his middle finger, Ding Sihan took out another piece of yellow paper and dipped his blood to draw the rest of the blood rune. The blood of outsiders is the blood of outsiders in the end, and it is not as pure as one's own blood. Holding a thick stack of blood talismans, he stood up. Although he didn't look in the mirror, he avoided the bodyguard's flashlight in the name of self-awareness. The journey had just begun, and the battlefield had not yet arrived. He did not want to scare away his army in advance.

Leading six lively young men, others in front, said without looking back: "Let's go, let's go after them."

Then with a terrifying face covered with a dark net, he was rejuvenated and took the lead in striding forward. The bodyguards immediately caught up with him--have been following Mr. Ding for a long time, what have they not seen?

Go along the **** to the right, and you will directly reach the stone bank on the right side of the dark river. The stone bank is too narrow, and it is definitely impossible to walk in a big way. It is also difficult to walk sideways against the stone wall on the bank. The six bodyguards, plus Ding Sihan, imitated the crab together. The white light beams of the flashlight swayed around the hole, and none of them could hit the spot. Ding Sihan took out a Shenhuo flashlight from his trousers pocket—his is the real one, and the bodyguards are all fake ones.

The light of the flashlight shot straight ahead. He wanted to find the traces of the Shi brothers and sisters. However, there was a shadowy stone wall in front of him. It turned out that the dark river had made a sharp turn in front of him. If so, it must have turned a corner.

Ding Sihan raised his eyebrows, thinking that these two people with mediocre aptitudes can walk smoothly. It can be seen that the road ahead is limited and bumpy. A small flame of hope ignited in his heart, and he came to the spirit. He took out a blood talisman and spread it in the center of his left palm. He recited the blood talisman with his right thumb, and then slammed his hand. The blood talisman flew across the dark river, and silently stuck to the jagged stone wall opposite.

Ding Sihan took a deep breath, then continued to move sideways. A ghost who dared to push himself to such a degree obviously adopted a tactic of killing one thousand enemies and destroying eight hundred. I endured it first, and when I really found him, I would fight him face-to-face with gongs and drums. At that time, he did not escape, and there was no way to survive; he escaped, but his way of life was set up by himself, and escaping for his life was equivalent to throwing himself into a snare. In the boundless big rock mountain, the ghosts' ability to escape through the wall is all equal to zero. How thick are the walls? How thick is the mountain? Anyway, judging from his experience in several lifetimes, he has never seen a ghost that can travel through mountains.

Sadly walking to the front corner, Ding Sihan threw another blood talisman to the top of the cave. The water flow in front of him is steady, and there are countless stalagmites that can be used for leverage. He turned the corner safely, and when he used a flashlight to look forward, he saw the backs of the Shi family and his brother.

The siblings of the Shi family are too far away from them, but they are also in the same crab shape, and the backpack is turned upside down to the chest, so that the back is against the stone wall and stands more stable. Ding Sihan regarded them as his advance army. The faster and farther they walked, the smoother the road was.

Because of his old age and frailty, he was extra careful, and he only fell after seeing every step of the way. The bodyguards next to them suffered from carelessness because they were too flexible. A big man stumbled on the protruding stalagmite and swayed forward, his knees and head and face all slapped into the river. The companion became his savior, grabbed his belt, and dragged him back to his original position. The big man had just been selected by his husband to cut his finger, and now he almost fell into the water again, and he felt unlucky, so he couldn't help but squeeze the wound of his finger soaked in the river water, while smiling shyly. At this moment, the river surface suddenly fluctuated, as if a long arrow had been shot from the bottom of the water. Ding Sihan stopped and wanted to see clearly, but unexpectedly, a big wave broke out on the water in front of him. Among the waves, a living creature with a black body rose high, and the rays of light from seven flashlights converged in one place. In the middle, I saw that the living creature was long enough to have the thickness of a water tank, but it was neither a snake nor a fish. The high head has no eyes and no mouth. In general, it is just a suction cup with an everted edge, and a three-lobed soft palate is active in the center of the suction cup. The soft palate was originally in a circle, but it was aimed at the living people on the shore, and the soft palate suddenly expanded to the extreme, and it was as big as a large washbasin. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the monster swooped down with a clear goal, and the big man was directly covered by a soft leather tube. The big man clenched his injured fingers, and didn't even scream, before being swallowed by the monster, leaving only a pair of feet in sneakers sticking out. The monster's jaws immediately contracted, causing the pair of feet to sink into its belly quickly. When the three-lobed jaws were closed, a thin line of blood spurted out from the mouth as if it could not contain it. Blood fell from the sky, just spilling on the big man's savior. The savior was not very old. He raised his head with sweet blood all over his face. He let out a howl of collapse, then raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger. The projectile hit the soft body of the monster, but it was ineffective. And the monster pounced down again with its head held high, swallowing the half-blooded new prey.

During the chaos in the world, Ding Sihan suddenly lowered his voice and shouted, "Don't move, don't scream!"

His words still carry weight, and the bodyguards immediately fell silent. And the monster sank into the water, I don't know if it walked or not, but the water surface slowly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened before.

Ding Sihan's legs trembled as he continued to walk sideways, gritted his teeth while walking and said, "What do you think it looks like?"

The bodyguards were silent for a moment, and a man in the back stretched his neck and replied, "Like a leech."

Someone in the middle also said something: "The leech can't grow so big, maybe it's a python?"