Chapter 412: Buddha's Fate (19)

This is creepy to hear.

A light and fluttering sentence, from far to near, like a magic sound piercing the ears, made Fu Yue's back feel cold instantly.

It gave people a feeling, as if they were being targeted by some cold and sticky animal.

Fu Yue subconsciously clenched Fanxiu's hand, her heart skipped a beat, she turned around abruptly and looked at the source of the voice.

What she saw was the little girl she had met before.

Fu Yue: "!"

The monk's clean and white fingers were tightly clenched, and his eyebrows and eyes flashed unnaturally. His intuition told him that he shouldn't have such physical contact with a banshee.

But Fu Yue's performance was not a bit ambiguous, she only held his hand tightly out of pure fear, if he behaved too unnaturally, it would seem too fussy.

Fanxiu was in a tangle.

The tips of the monk's white ears were a little red, and he held the Buddhist beads tightly with the other hand, silently reciting the well-known mantra of pure heart.

At this time, Fan Xiu hadn't realized that his attitude towards this banshee seemed to be too conniving, and he didn't have the usual indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.

Fu Yue looked at the so-called female ghost opposite, the smile on her face froze.

Ghost... This is really a ghost! ! !

Resisting the urge to run away, Fu Yue silently hid behind Fan Xiu, grabbed his sleeve, and asked the little girl, "What do you want me for?"

Fanxiu: "?"

Following Fu Yue's line of sight, all he could see was an empty street with no one at all.

Thinking of what he just said to Fu Yue, the monk's beautiful eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he asked Fu Yue in a low voice: "Is she here?"

Fu Yue nodded.

The little girl was sitting on a half-low dirt wall, and the clothes she was wearing were a little tattered, and her feet were shaking without shoes.

There seemed to be some dark red marks on her feet. From a distance, it might be blood.

The little girl tilted her head, looked at Fu Yue suspiciously, raised black and white eyes to look at Fu Yue, and asked puzzledly: "Sister seems to be afraid of me?"

Being stared at by such a pair of trembling black eyes, normal people would feel a little apprehensive.

Fu Yue smiled subtly: "It's okay."

The little girl jumped off the low wall.

Accidentally, the foot seemed to be broken.

Fu Yue heard a crackling sound very clearly, even if it took most of the day, it was strange, it was very clear in the empty alley.

The little girl lowered her head in doubt, and glanced at her feet, which had obviously been distorted into abnormal arcs, she just glanced at them casually, and then raised her hand to snap off her feet.

Until the arc of the foot becomes normal.

Only then did she pat her skirt with satisfaction, she looked a little happy, with a pale and weird little face, abnormally thin.

Seeing such a weird scene.

Fu Yue's feet were a little soft.

She is not afraid of anything, but she is really afraid of ghosts! !

Sensing Fu Yue's fear, Fanxiu narrowed his long and narrow eyes, raised his wide sleeves, and stood in front of Fu Yue, as if he was a protector, then followed her line of sight, faintly enlightened. lip road.

"Are you the maker of this illusion?"

Although I can't see the existence of this female ghost.

But Fanxiu still had that calm expression that never changed his face in front of the landslide, his eyes were cold and clear, as pure and flawless as snow.

"What's your intention in creating this illusion?"