C8 Eerie fan

"Tss tss!"

The fan made a sound like oil being poured into a heated pot.

"AHH!" A sharp scream came out from the fan. Then, a dark blue light flew out from the fan and directly hit the wall, but disappeared into it.

The dorm was silent again.

The air was filled with a foul stench of decay. This was caused by the old Daoist using a talisman paper to injure the female ghost.

The dormitory was as silent as a coffin!

The old Daoist glanced around before saying, "Come out, I know where you are." As he spoke, the old Daoist raised his right index finger and pointed at the wall to the right of the window.

A figure suddenly appeared on the wall and gradually became clearer.

When I saw it, I was stunned. The figure on the wall had long, unkempt hair that covered half his face. However, it did not cover the missing half of his face, which was still dripping blood. Her body was naked, slim, and there were countless rotten wounds under her purplish black skin. On her left breast, which had been cut off, blood was still gushing out.

The tainted blood flowed down to her waist, to her private parts, and then to her broken, bony thigh, where it finally dripped to the ground.

The stench in the air grew stronger because of the appearance of the ghost girl. This was no longer a matter of whether the needle was pungent or not, but rather a bit dazzling. It was like a lavatory filled with ammonia.

"Lowly man, when I was alive, you didn't let me go! Now that I'm dead, you still won't let me go!" Tonight, I want you all to accompany me! " The ghost lady flew over with a sinister and malicious look on her face.

The old Daoist quickly bit his finger and drew a Eight Trigrams pattern on his palm. Then, he suddenly sent a palm strike towards the female ghost that was flying over.

A golden Eight Trigrams pattern was sent towards the female ghost.

The ghost lady's face was full of surprise when she saw this. She wanted to escape, but was sucked back by the golden Eight Trigrams. The ghost lady was like a fly stuck to the Eight Trigrams, unable to move.

The old Daoist sighed and said to himself, "I've finally caught him." He opened the door to the balcony and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

I looked at the female ghost who was hanging on the gossips. She was struggling, and countless pieces of rotten flesh fell from her body. Looking at the rotten flesh on the floor, I couldn't help but feel disgusted. I frowned as I twisted my nose and shouted, "Old Daoist, what should we do with the female ghost next?"

The old Daoist came out of the toilet and used his clothes to wipe the water off his hands. "I have my own plans," he said to me. Then he walked over to the ghost lady, picked up the chair that had been blown apart by the fan, and sat down. He then said, "Can we sit down and have a chat now?"

"Humph!" I will kill you! " The ghost girl said while struggling.

The old Daoist ignored her words and said, "Firstly, I don't want to take you in. Accepting ghosts is something that will make your soul perish forever, and secondly, I actually want to help you. I'm here to transcend you, to not reincarnate into an evil spirit is not the way out for me. And, I want to ask, why do you hate men so much? "

The ghost lady laughed coldly and said, "A Taoist with a grand title!"

The old Daoist said flatly, "It seems like you don't want to cooperate with me."

"Why do I hate men so much? Look at me, don't you know why?" The ghost girl's laughter was very scary. It was very ear-piercing, but also as gloomy as a ghost.

At this moment, I was no longer afraid of this female ghost. After all, the subdued female ghost wasn't as strong as the fist of a female hero. No matter how disgusting or terrifying the look of her missing chin and legs was, as long as it didn't cause any harm to my body, I had nothing to be afraid of.

I said, "Could it be that the man you love caused you to become like this?"

"Humph, he isn't the man I love. I hate him so much. I've long since dismembered him into a million pieces!" The ghost lady said bitterly.

Her words had already become a form of acknowledgement.

The old Daoist sighed, "Sigh, what a pitiful woman."

The old Daoist stood up from his chair and said, "You won't be relieved even if you live in resentment forever. This will only make you more and more miserable. Furthermore, even if you kill all the men in the world, what can you do? "

At this time, the ghost girl actually started sobbing softly. Her tears flowed down her chin, mixing with the tainted blood and slowly dripping down.

"Alright, let me transcend you. In the next life, don't fall in love with someone you shouldn't have. " As the old Daoist said this, he retrieved the golden Eight Trigrams and released the female ghost.

The ghost lady no longer tried to run or attack us. She just stood there quietly, sobbing.

Actually, that ghost girl was quite pitiful.

The old Daoist looked at the ghost lady, raised his eyebrows, and started to transcend the ghost lady.

...

By the time the old Daoist finished with the female ghost, it was already 12 o'clock.

I'm so tired that even if I had to sleep on the street tonight, I wouldn't dare sleep in my dorm room. Looking at the broken cabinet door and the fan leaf, I bitterly smiled. I didn't know if the people at school would chase me out of school if they found out about this.

Perhaps they will even send me and the old Taoist into a mental hospital. In the current world, we cannot allow the theory of ghosts and gods to spread.

I decided to spend the night in the old man's dormitory. I slept on the floor, and when I woke up in the morning, my back was sore like an old man with rheumatism.

The first thing we have to do today is not to brush our teeth, not to eat breakfast. Go back and fix the fan and cabinet door, I don't want to be expelled right after school starts!

The old Daoist remained calm. "They won't care. Even if you don't cultivate, they won't care."

I said, "Of course you would say that if it wasn't your dorm room. Anyway, you broke all the doors and walls and fans in your closet, and you still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks."

The old Daoist argued, "I didn't get the fan. It was that ghost girl."

Although the old Daoist said this, he had already found a pair of pliers and a screwdriver in his cabinet.

We came to my dormitory together. The moment he opened the door, the room was a mess. The intense battle last night had left obvious traces behind.

The next thing I did was clean the floor for a living, repairing fans and cabinets.

Although the old Daoist looked like a weirdo, he was actually quite amazing. Not only was he good at capturing ghosts, he was also good at repairing fans. This fan had completely fallen apart. He took about half an hour to repair it.

When there were no more ghosts in the world, the old Daoist would probably not lose his job. At the very least, he could still be an electrician.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door. It was An Gui.

Last night, An Gui and his girlfriend went to have a good time, so he didn't know what was going on here.

When he saw my dorm was in a mess, he immediately said in surprise, "Could it be that you guys were fighting against a real person's CF last night?"

I laughed without saying a word. I would rather be shot than experience what happened last night, and the thought of the ghost left me with a lingering fear.

The old Daoist put away the cabinet and turned to look at An Gui. "Last night, we …" The old Daoist suddenly raised his long eyebrows and changed his tone to a more serious one. "Where is the amulet that I gave you?"

An Gui gave an awkward laugh and said, "Aiya, I accidentally lost it."

I gave An Gui a disdainful look. Even if you're lying, you still have to find a reason that makes others feel that you have sufficient sincerity.

The old Daoist let out a soft sigh. "I think you've lost it yourself."

"Heh heh," An Gui laughed and yawned. "I won't be talking to you guys any longer. I'm going to go back and get some sleep. I'm tired to death."

I looked at An Gui and saw that his eyes were sunken, and his eyes were dark circles. His face was ashen, as if he were sick. When I saw him yesterday, it wasn't like this.

The old Daoist looked at An Gui's departing back and said, "Be careful of the best!"

When I heard this, I immediately burst out laughing. I didn't expect that the strict and stiff old Daoist would have such a cold and humorous attitude. It really refreshed me.

However, the old Daoist looked at me seriously and said, "I'm not joking."

When I saw how serious the old Daoist looked, I couldn't laugh anymore.