Chapter 210 Slip

"slip?"

Cao Yang frowned, and the dark shadow under his feet instantly stood up from the ground and walked up a few steps tentatively.

As expected, the ghost carrying the person also slipped strangely. After taking a few steps, the ghost fell back to the original place and turned into a thick black shadow on the ground.

"..."

Cao Yang was speechless for a moment.

"Is this road lubricated?"

He didn't believe in evil, and smelly and sticky ghost blood continued to seep out of his palms. The blood flowed down his body to the ground, and soon formed a pool of blood under Cao Yang's feet.

"Go again."

The ghost carrying a human stood up again, but this time its feet were stained with a lot of ghost blood, which should have been able to block most of the supernatural influences.

Sure enough, this time the ghost carrying the human walked up many steps unhindered, leaving a pair of bloodstains on each step, but the bloodstains were gradually fading.

When he reached about fifteen steps, the ghost blood under the feet of the man-carrying ghost was exhausted, and finally he fell back to the original place like riding a slide.

"Ghost blood works."

The pool of blood under Cao Yang's feet spread rapidly, and soon formed a blood puddle of two or three square meters in size, covering Qianye.

"Follow closely, don't leave the range of the ghost blood, otherwise if you become a lost man, don't blame me for not saving you."

Hearing this, Qianye quickly approached and stepped directly into the ghost blood. The pool of blood on the ground didn't look deep, not even deep enough to cover the ankles. But when Qianye actually stepped on it, he realized that it was not the case.

When he stepped down, he didn't feel like he was stepping on liquid, but rather a cold and soft feedback, as if he was stepping on a palm, and there was a palm hidden in the blood supporting him.

"Don't be in a daze, get up the mountain as soon as possible."

Seeing this, Cao Yang urged Qianye, and Qianye pulled his thoughts back. He stuck close to Cao Yang, followed behind him, stepped on the ghost blood, and walked up the stairs step by step towards the Kanchuan Shrine on the top of the mountain.

Compared to Cao Yang, Liu Yin's way of climbing the mountain was much simpler and more violent. The samurai sword was the nemesis of all evil spirits. He did not choose the obviously abnormal mountain road, but forcibly split the snow next to him and forced his way into the shrine along the direction of the snow accumulation.

At the same time, in the dead silent temple on the top of the mountain, the six ghost riders hiding in the temple were almost driven crazy.

The black coffin placed in the center began to emit dull clapping and collision sounds since some time ago, and from time to time there was the sound of wood breaking. It was obvious that the ghost in the coffin was beginning to revive.

But no one dared to go forward to check. The chill emanating from the coffin was rapidly spreading to the entire temple. The coldness that struck directly into the heart and soul made the six people huddled in the corner shiver all over.

Not only that, the light of the paper lanterns in their hands also became dimmer. Only Shirakawa Haruko and Xiang Shengnian's lanterns were relatively brighter.

The brightness of the lights was linked to their lives, and was called "life lights," a supernatural power that belonged to Xiang Shengnian. Although he had a way to forcibly extend the lives of others through life lights, this would also require him to bear a considerable price. At this time, he even had to consider more factors than usual.

"Nian, why don't we get out? If the ghost in the coffin is fully revived, with the current state of the six of us, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive for five minutes, let alone imprison or restrain the evil ghost."

Shirakawa Haruko's voice did not sound overly worried. Instead, it sounded somewhat gentle and leisurely, even... joyful. This was obviously not normal.

"It's useless. I've observed that the outside has been blocked by a blizzard. It's obviously a den of ghosts. Although it's not clear which ghost it is or whether it's the one in the black coffin. But actively entering a den of evil spirits is not a wise choice after all." Xiang Shengnian shook his head. Among the six people present, his own life lamp was the brightest. Of course, this was beyond reproach. After all, he himself was the source of the supernatural power of the life lamp.

"We have a life lamp. Maybe we can hold on until we find a way out of the blizzard. I don't think we should wait to die here."

Haruko looked a little anxious, but this emotion was not reflected in her tone, as if her expression and voice belonged to two different systems, and the two systems were so disconnected that they could even be said to be completely opposite.

"I agree with Haruko. It's not safe inside or outside. Although there's a heavy snowstorm outside for some reason, I'm sure we won't survive the hands of the ghost in the coffin."

Huang Yueming's tone was a little weak, as if the coldness hovering in the temple was squeezing his energy and life bit by bit. However, the brightness of his life lamp was ranked third, which meant that the conditions of the other three were already very bad.

"I feel like my life is slipping away. If you guys keep debating, I might not even live to see the team-choosing part."

The one who spoke was Yagawa Tsurugi. His life lamp was the dimmest and his face was pale, as if covered with a layer of frost, but his lips were jet black, as if they were filled with ink.

"Benkura, how are you?"

Xiang Shengnian asked.

"Not very good. My suggestion is to give up one person and let the other five give it one last try."

Zang Yuan Bencang's eyes were empty and lifeless. There were no eyeballs or pupils in his eye sockets, only gray whites. Two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes, as if they would never stop, wetting his clothes.

As soon as Zang Yuan opened his mouth, everyone fell silent and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

It was cruel, but also very realistic. It was obviously a luxury to want all six people to get out alive, but when someone really broke this fantasy, they didn't want to face this problem directly.

"Ah~"

Xiangsheng Young sighed, stretched out a fair and delicate hand, rubbed his life lamp twice, and then waved his hand.

His life lamp dimmed a little in an instant, while the life lamps of Yagawa Tsurugi and Kuranbuchi Motokura became noticeably brighter, especially Yagawa, whose expression instantly eased a lot.

Although he still looks the same as before, his condition has definitely recovered.

"Saint Xiang, you don't have to do this. The one who is sacrificed will definitely be one of us. It will be useless for you to do this. Instead, it will only hinder you."

He Sheng said with a wry smile. He was very grateful for Xiang Shengnian's behavior, but he also knew that such an action was also a burden to Xiang Shengnian, and it might even cut off his hope, which he did not want to see.

"Don't be silly. Each of Yu is one of the leading figures of the Exorcist Society. Asayama and Umezu have already fallen. The Exorcist Society cannot afford to lose any more Yu."

Xiang Shengnian spoke calmly. This generation of the Exorcist Society was already quite weak, with only eight "Yu" born. Not only was the number four or five less than the previous generation, but the quality was also uneven, and the overall gap with the previous generation was still very large.

The most prestigious of the previous generation of "Jade" was named Jingu Seiji. Unfortunately, in a supernatural incident he led, all the Jades disappeared collectively, and even he himself only barely returned with an incomplete consciousness.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two loud noises came from different directions in succession. The faces of the six people present suddenly changed, and they were instantly prepared to deal with the crisis.

Danger is approaching!
(End of this chapter)