Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 150: Coming for me?

"Wow~ Sister Lingyu, where are you? I'm so scared~"

"Wuwu~sister, help me..."

There were ghostly shadows and dark air in the kitchen, and the sound of children crying could be heard constantly, which was heartbreaking to hear.

Jin Ping'er tilted her head and looked back, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

I was confused for a moment, so I thought about looking back -

I came here to work undercover, and now that my mission has been successfully completed, what else can I do if I don't leave?

Besides, these kids had been giving her a lot of trouble in the past half month. She recalled how she had to get up early and stay up late to cook, work during the day, suffer bullying, and pass them chamber pots at night...

Jin Ping'er couldn't help but sneer and cursed herself:

"In the past two years since I was born, I have killed at least 80 people. How come you become soft-hearted after hearing a few words of crying?"

He calmed down, ignored the crying sound, and turned away.

However, after taking two steps, he stopped again.

"After all, they are just a group of children..."

Her heart softened, and as if in response to stress, she bit her pink lips hard.

"No! No!"

She shook her head violently, as if trying to get the water out of her head.

The current situation is not optimistic.

What if some restriction was triggered on the mountain just now!
What if that guy named Xu is really trying his best to get back now!

What if he happens to block it!

Just in case, just in case...

If I delay any longer here...

This is the first time in more than a decade of life that I have to face such a difficult decision.

“Uh uh ...

Jin Ping'er went crazy and pulled her hair.

"Damn it, I don't care!"

Turned around and rushed into the kitchen.

The doors and windows blocked by the black energy could not stop her at all.

With a loud bang, the doors and windows shattered, and the night light shone into the house, illuminating all humans and ghosts clearly.

"Wow! Sister!"

The dolls that were huddled in the corner rushed over to her as if they had seen a savior.

"You all okay?"

Being held tightly by a group of hateful little brats,

This unprecedented treatment made her feel amused but also a little surprised.

Looking back, I saw that the children were not injured except that they were scared to death.

Then I felt relieved.

After all, they are just a group of ghosts. What real killing power can they have?

Turn around and look,

Although the kitchen had limited space, there were ghosts everywhere, and it seemed that there were hundreds of thousands of them rushing towards her.

"Humph."

It was just a ghost, she was too lazy to even deal with it seriously.

With a wave of his goose yellow cuffs, a pink light curtain was cast, illuminating the entire room.

"Wow! Sister is so awesome!"

Listening to the praises and flattery behind her, Jin Ping'er hummed softly and drove the light curtain to expand outward to drive away these ghosts.

However, the ghosts ignored the light curtain and passed straight through, pressing towards her.

"Ok?"

Jin Ping'er frowned, then her fingertips lightly opened and a very thin silk thread extended out.

"Tangled silk, go."

No one knew how many miles long this strand of soft white silk was, but it instantly formed a net that covered all the ghosts.

This was refined by the previous leader of the Hehuan Sect, Fairy Sanmiao, and is her most proud magic weapon.

Not to mention ghosts, even sword-wielding monks have to submit.

As Jin Ping'er's face showed a hint of murderous intent, her gestures changed:

"How dare a mere evil spirit cause trouble? Kill him!"

The wire mesh tightened, crushing all the ghosts inside into pieces.

However, no wailing of ghosts was heard.

I saw black energy rolling out along the gap in the net, and then quickly condensed from its scattered state.

"Not a ghost?" Jin Ping'er was shocked. Without time to hesitate, she controlled the entangled silk to change continuously, temporarily confining the black qi in the net.

The black Qi rolled, and from time to time it formed the face of a greedy child, with tongue sticking out and drooling.

Jin Ping'er frowned and used her magic power to summon a mask. The face also looked like a child, a little fat boy, with saliva dripping from his mouth. He screamed and asked for almond cakes.

Jin Ping'er glanced back and recognized the original owner. She glared angrily:
"You look like almond cookies to me!"

She pinched the ghost, closed her eyes, and sensed it carefully with her own unique method of mind observation.

Soon, there was some gain.

She opened her eyes and looked at the children behind her.

"I see."

It turned out that they were ghosts created by their own desires, no wonder they couldn't be harmed.

These ghosts are called ghosts, but in fact they are the manifestation of inner demons.

It cannot be driven away by ordinary means and is very difficult to deal with.

To solve the problem, either kill these dolls and the ghosts will go away.

Or, these kids immediately gave up their greedy nature and stopped their desire for food.

But children are greedy, just like men are lustful. This is natural desire. How can it be stopped?

If she can't do either of them, then with her abilities, she can only fumble around in the dark.

Jin Ping'er's mouth curled up into a distressed arc.

Turning around, he asked:

"What on earth is going on? Explain it to me!"

When she asked the reason,

The children looked at each other and responded in a mixed voice.

Soon a leader emerged and began to speak haltingly.

It turned out that these children broke into the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal food and ate all the dough offerings.

Not long after eating, everyone felt uncomfortable in the stomach and then started burping.

Every time he burped, a stream of black air came out of his mouth.

At first, because the room was dark, they didn't notice it.

But soon the black energy became more and more, gathering into the shape of ferocious ghosts with bared fangs and claws, blocking the door and chasing them.

The little kids then realized they were scared and naturally started crying for their parents.

"So, there is something wrong with the tributes?"

After Jin Ping'er heard this, she pondered over it and continued along this line of thought:

"But why did that Xu do this? Is it fun to torture a child?"

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'er was shocked.

"Is it... coming for me?"

"Oops!"

Without time to think, he withdrew the lingering silk, ignored the dolls, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, her delicate body suddenly shook, and black energy rose from her body.

"When did you get hit?"

Jin Ping'er was frightened and confused for a moment.

The black energy gathered into a ball in front of her and slowly transformed into a human figure covered in thick black mud.

Even the facial features were covered in black mud and could not be recognized.

Only those eyes radiated covetous and lustful light.

The dirty "mud ghost" lay on the ground, slowly crawled towards her, and reached out to touch her cheek.

The mud ghost was mumbling incoherently, and it sounded like hundreds of people were whispering.

"want……"

"want you……"

"I want you to..."

Jin Ping'er's eyes suddenly showed extreme disgust and fear.

"No! Don't come over here! It's disgusting!"

She kicked and hit her hands and feet, and her body kept moving backwards.

But after all, it was the demon in her heart, like a maggot attached to her bones. How could she get rid of it by retreating?
Soon my back hit the wall, and I couldn't retreat any further.

The mud ghost was using all five limbs to get closer to her, and its dirty hand covered in black mud was about to touch her cheek.

Jin Ping'er, whose defense was broken, began to tremble all over like a sieve.

In a place where no one noticed, Xu Zhiqiu watched this Western scene with great interest.

(End of this chapter)