Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 285: Ghost... Number One

"How interesting, he was able to escape the tracking of Lingbao!"

A sallow, wooden face suddenly lifted up, his eyes were as big as copper bells, wide open, his nose was slightly sunken, and there were two thin, slightly curled mustaches under his nose.

He looked to be in his early forties. He was holding a green compass. The material of the compass was unknown, but it looked mysterious and glowed brightly. The inside was not written with the Eight Trigrams, the Ten Heavenly Stems, and the Twelve Earthly Branches like an ordinary compass.

The pointer also has only one end, and now it is standing still.

The paralyzed man waved his right hand, and a corpse walked up with an expressionless face. It was wearing a red dress and its steps were high and low, swaying unsteadily.

I saw that his hands were full of bulging muscles and blue veins, which was totally inconsistent with his slender figure. Looking up, I could see that his flat chest was slightly sunken, and when the breeze blew, I could clearly feel a lot of sunken flesh.

Looking at his face again, half of it was delicate, and the other half had been burnt beyond recognition.

Bull head!

I could still recognize her just by looking at half of her face.

Because the remaining half of the face is still recognizable.

But her current condition is extremely strange, as if she has been turned into a corpse puppet.

The paralyzed man waited for the bull head to approach, then stretched out his right hand and pressed it against her forehead. Within a moment, a small stream of energy gradually flowed out of his body. As soon as the energy came out of the body, it instantly ignited and turned into white flames.

"Nice magical power!"

The man exclaimed in admiration, and slowly threw the energy into the compass. The compass immediately absorbed the flame when it touched the flame, and then the needle began to spin wildly.

After a while, when the pointer stopped, it seemed to have returned to the starting point.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

The man's face was expressionless and his tone was flat.

The magical fire on the bull head was deliberately sealed inside the body, with the purpose of finding its owner through this magical power.

The compass was originally working fine, but it suddenly stopped working a few days ago and no matter how hard I tried, it could no longer point out the direction.

It is impossible for a spiritual treasure to go wrong or break down.

The only explanation is probably that the other party has other means of hiding himself.

It turns out that this little brat is full of secrets!
"Forget it, come with me to another place first."

The man had no choice but to give up tracking Han Yu and instead started talking to himself at the dead Bull Head.

The place he was talking about turned out to be the underground palace that Han Yu and a few other unlucky guys from the Ziqiang Sect had entered not long ago. When a man and a corpse stood in front of a mountain and looked at the bare slope, the man's wooden face frowned slightly.

This looks a bit strange. It is clearly a lush mountain, but why is it bald right here?

"It looks like someone really moved it."

The man with facial paralysis muttered to himself. The purpose of his coming here was to determine whether there was any problem here.

After he slightly spread out his hands and made a movement to separate them to the left and right, it seemed as if an invisible force forcibly separated the entire slope silently.

The entrance to the underground palace appeared before my eyes, and inside was a deep and dark underground.

The man waved calmly, and the man and the corpse slowly walked down the stairs.

In the pitch-dark corridor, the two people's figures could not be seen at all. Only the sound of light and heavy footsteps echoed continuously.

Soon they arrived at the hall of the underground palace, where only a faint fluorescence remained from the countless stone pillars.

On the altar, the four dragon-imprisoning pillars had dimmed and lost their luster, and the large cauldron on top was silent.

The man walked forward slowly, climbed onto the altar step by step, and looked into the cauldron, only to find that it was empty.

The suppressed magical monster had long since disappeared without a trace.

"This is going to be really fun." The man shook his head slowly and spoke. When he was about to step back, suddenly a black shadow quickly fell from the sky and pounced on the man.

Looking closely, it was a black soft object. Han Yu recognized it, and the man naturally recognized it even better.

Seeing that it was about to touch the man, the soft body instantly emitted countless silk threads that seemed to wrap the man up completely.

"seal up!"

Unfortunately, before he got close, the man casually raised his hand. With just one simple word, it seemed as if his words came true and he really froze it in the void.

"Acridine!"

The soft-bodied monster let out an extremely sharp cry, trying to confuse the man in front of it, but after calling out a few times, it found that the man was not moved at all.

Then the man lightly tapped his index finger, and the immobilized monster instantly shattered into countless pieces like porcelain.

"You are really disgusting!"

The man glanced at the debris on the ground and snorted softly. As soon as he finished speaking, the debris broke apart and a creature that was half the size of the previous monster immediately flew towards the direction of the corridor and tried to escape.

"seal up!"

Another finger tapped lightly, and the monster could only keep changing its shape on the spot, trying to touch the exit by extending its body.

"It's really a tenacious life."

The man with facial paralysis looked at the lump of mud-like thing and thought for a while.

From a certain perspective, this thing can be said to be inexhaustible. As long as it is given the slightest chance, it can immediately split out into another new life. It is quite tricky.

This should have been an extremely good magical power, but because it was uncontrollable, the Holy Church could not use it at all and was suppressed here.

In the history of the Holy Church, this thing had almost caused the Church to consider destroying it several times due to its constant regeneration property, but it was repeatedly preserved because of this property.

The thing is too good to be parted with.

"receive!"

A small porcelain bottle appeared in the man's hand. After he waved his hand gently, a force suddenly pulled the monster towards the porcelain bottle.

After doing all this, the man's wooden expression moved slightly.

Because there was one more thing waiting for him to do on this trip.

But he didn't really want to go.

"A bunch of little guys were playing house there. It would be inappropriate for me to go over there, don't you think?"

The man seemed to be talking to himself, but he was facing the bull head that had already become a dead body.

"There's nothing wrong with playing house, but sometimes when they get naughty, an adult should come out and teach them a lesson."

"But I just don't want to go. How about you go for me?"

Having said that, the man paused and felt more and more that this was a good idea.

Thinking of this, he took out the porcelain bottle again and pinched out a piece of soft matter as if pulling it.

The soft body struggled frantically, but could only allow the man to squeeze it into a round shape, flatten it, and place it in front of the bull's head.

"Here, I'll give you a candy."

After he finished speaking, the man suddenly loosened his hand, and the software regained its freedom and rushed towards the bull's face. The moment it got close to the face, the software spread out like spider silk and continued to drill into its eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The next moment, the bull head, which had been following the man quietly, suddenly moved on its own.

"You are free, Ghost... Number One."

(End of this chapter)