Chapter Thirteen: A Critical Moment

  The ghost's face was very solemn, and his eyes were sizing up the guy in front of him without any disguise, looking for a breakthrough.

  Chang Qingzi saw a hint of worry in the ghost's eyes and subconsciously looked back. The ghost seemed to be startled, immediately turned its head to look. Chang Qingzi was also made somewhat tense by the ghost's sudden reaction.

  The guy blocking the door also narrowed his eyes and scanned them leisurely, then locked his gaze on his two prey again.

  "Isn't it interesting?" The guy smiled strangely.

  "You, could it be Akao!" The ghost exclaimed as if he had suddenly thought of something.

  Akakawa narrowed its eyes, as if astonished that humans could actually guess its identity.

  "Red Tail!" Chang Qingzi also hesitated for a moment, then somewhat hesitantly asked: "Is Red Tail like this?"

  "It's probably a narrow escape, and his cultivation should have suffered quite a bit too." The ghost said faintly.

  "Even if I'm left with only a thread of spiritual power, dealing with you will be as simple as crushing ants." Akao said coldly.

  "Why did you deliberately break off the Begonia then!" Chang Qingzi asked directly.

  "I told you, isn't this interesting?..." Akao's words were laced with stifled laughter, and suddenly his mouth curled up into a smile. Then he quickly turned around and jumped outside the wooden door. "Don't waste my good intentions, just have fun!"

  "Oh no, let's go!" The ghost said, and together with Chang Qingzi, they rushed towards the wooden door, but under Akao's mocking gaze, they crashed heavily into it and fell to the ground.

  "The door is sealed, I'll think of another way." Chang Qingzi quickly got up and walked to the ghost's side to help her up.

  "Isn't this convenient?" The ghost said calmly, without any emotion, which made Zhang Qingzi feel a bit strange. "Help me protect the law!"

  "Good." Chang Qingzi subconsciously responded.

  Only to see the ghost sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, took out an object from the cloth package. The object was a mirror with an ancient and simple design, not like the small copper mirror that the ghost gave to Chang Qingzi, but as big as two palms, the front of the mirror was carved with blooming peony flowers in hell, layer by layer around the mirror. The back of the mirror was a face of an old man with closed eyes.

  The ghost held the mirror in front of itself, and after a while, the mirror flashed. The ghost's mouth kept opening and closing, as if it was saying something. Zhang Qingzi watched clearly that it wasn't reciting incantations, but rather conversing. However, when he looked into the mirror, he saw nothing. Just then, the ghost suddenly stopped talking, its face filled with an unwilling expression, even a hint of anger. After a while, as if it had made up its mind again, without saying a word, it flipped the mirror over. The ghost bit its index finger and dripped a drop of fresh blood onto each of the old man's tightly closed eyes.

  This time, Chang Qingzi saw clearly that the strange old man's eyes had just dripped with blood and had seeped in. His eyes also slowly opened. When both eyes were open, Chang Qingzi subconsciously looked into his own eyes, and was shocked again to find nothing inside, empty and hollow. However, Chang Qingzi felt a gaze lingering on himself for a while before shifting away.

  "Alright." Then a faint voice of the ghost was heard, and the person slowly stood up.

  "What have you promised!" Chang Qingzi said.

  "It's just two drops of fresh blood." The ghost said.

  Two drops of blood, looking at the ghost's casual appearance, Chang Qingzi knew that things were not so simple, but it seemed that the ghost was also unwilling to say more, and it was not good to ask again.

  "We..." Chang Qingzi had only spoken two words when he suddenly stopped, because he felt the ground shaking slightly, and immediately suspected that it might have something to do with the burial of flowers.

  "Look across," said the ghost.

  Chang Qingzi took a glance and felt his scalp tingle. No wonder the red-tailed creature's expression was so strange - it turned out that the burial flower was like a stimulant for the evil spirits in the ancient land of Burial Flower. When the burial flower was just broken, the fragrance it emitted had already lingered on the two humans and one beast present, and although the fragrance was intense, it only existed for a very short time. However, this fragrance had a fatal attraction to the evil spirits.

  At this time, Guihun and Chang Qingzi were like meat on a chopping board, waiting for their fate to be slaughtered at will.

  "Stand behind me." The ghost said, then tossed the mirror in his hand upwards. Chang Qingzi immediately stood beside the ghost, holding a peach wood sword, slightly blocking in front of the ghost.

  The ghost looked up and didn't say a word, just staring at the mirror. The mirror was suspended in mid-air, without any movement. At this time, those guys were getting closer and closer to the ghost. Before long, the distance between them had shortened to about five meters. At this moment, the mirror that had been stationary in mid-air suddenly changed. Suddenly, the mirror emitted a bright light, directly enveloping the ghost and Chang Qingzi.

  The dazzling light made the ghosts who had been living in darkness for a long time let out a miserable cry, and their advancing footsteps also stopped. At this moment, the light became more and more dazzling, and then suddenly disappeared. The two people standing on the spot also disappeared at the same time.

  Bang, two muffled sounds rang out, and the ghost and Chang Qingzi fell heavily to the ground. The two of them didn't care about the pain, immediately got up, and looked around at their surroundings. It turned out that they had already returned to the forest behind the temple, but now there was no look of relief on their faces after narrowly escaping death, instead they were solemnly staring at the red tail in front of them.

  "Tsk, tsk, you actually managed to escape, huh." Akao said with a smile, his entire body relaxed and lazy, lying on the ground with his eyes half-closed as if he was taking a short nap.

  The two ghosts, Qingzi and Chang, didn't say a word. They tensed up their bodies, staring fixedly at Akao with dead eyes, ready to react to any unusual movement.

  Akao was originally lazy and prepared to tease again, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he slightly tilted his head back. Then he jumped up directly, and his figure disappeared. At the same time, another person appeared in front of Guiyuan and Chang Qingzi.

  "Master." The ghost cried out, and as soon as he relaxed his body, he collapsed to the ground. Originally having lost two drops of vital blood, his body could no longer withstand it; if Master hadn't arrived in time, then...

  The ghost's eyes helplessly shook his head, originally prepared to scold him a bit, but seeing the ghost's appearance, the words reached the tip of his tongue and swallowed again. He slowly walked forward, carried the ghost horizontally, and looked at Chang Qingzi with a faint gaze before turning around and leaving. The ghost looked at Guiyan and then fell asleep peacefully.

  "Your Highness." A voice rang out.

  Chang Qingzi didn't turn around, but instead said directly: "Muyou, you're here."

  "En." Mu Ya responded, standing quietly in place, without saying another word.

  Chang Qingzi gazed quietly in the direction where the ghost had disappeared, and after a moment, her mouth curved slightly as she smiled softly. Then, turning to face Muyou, she said, "Let's go, it's time to chase after Chiwei again. This time, we can't let it escape once more." But with great difficulty, they had finally managed to get it out of the ancient burial grounds of Huahua.

  "Yes, young master."