booktalesy Chapter 15 It was enraged!
Chapter 15 It was enraged!
Jiang Rongrong leaned against the wall, holding her phone tightly in her hand.
Using the faint light from the screen, he shone his light erratically, his voice trembling as he shouted into the live stream:
"Family...family...this doesn't seem to be special effects..."
The chat messages in the live stream were scrolling so fast that they were impossible to read:
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Was that a cracked Buddha statue?!"
"The lights went out! The lights really went out!"
"Isn't this script a bit too far? They even dared to damage a Buddha statue?"
"This is definitely not scripted! Look at that old monk's face, it's as white as paper!"
"That scared me to death! I'm leaving! I don't want to watch anymore!"
"Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony..."
The quiet space suddenly seemed to turn cold and gloomy.
"whee……"
A faint, almost imperceptible laugh echoed in the empty darkness.
The sound was high-pitched and fleeting, like a mischievous child's prank, as if it were a gentle breath blowing right next to your ear.
"Who?! Who's there?!"
Wang Shou's hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and frantically turned on the flash.
A blinding white light pierced the darkness, illuminating countless swirling dust particles in the air.
The beam of light trembled violently with his shaking hand, sweeping across the walls and the tightly closed door.
The final image is captured at the corner at the end of the corridor.
It was a figure wearing a baggy white T-shirt, with messy short hair.
Her head was bowed, and her face was not visible.
The most terrifying part is its lower body.
The trouser leg that should have covered the legs was now hanging empty.
Swaying gently with the still air.
It has no feet.
It's floating!
"ah!!!"
Jiang Rongrong could no longer hold back and let out a piercing scream.
Viewers in the live stream felt a chill even through their screens.
"Holy crap! No feet! Really no feet!"
"My God! This is a real ghost!"
"Who just said it was special effects? Can these special effects be made this realistic?"
"Run! Run, anchor!"
"Where is Master Faming? Master, hurry up!"
Just then, the footless white figure suddenly raised its head.
In the stark white light, a face with its eyes rolled back was revealed!
It hurtled towards Master Faming, who was closest to it, with a sharp whooshing sound.
Master Faming was about to get up to pick up the vajra on the ground when he had no time to react.
"How dare you, you beast!"
He only had time to let out a loud, blustering roar.
A cold wind swept over him, and Master Faming felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Master Faming's obese body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
It slammed heavily against the wall behind him, and the vajra in his hand flew out of his grasp.
It fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled a long way.
"ah!!"
Master Faming clutched his chest and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and he rolled on the ground in pain.
"Master!"
The two young monks were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, crying and screaming as they shrank into a corner.
Just as the white shadow twirled in the air, about to pounce on Wang Shou, who was already paralyzed with fear beside him.
"court death!"
In the darkness, a cold, low shout suddenly rang out.
Lin Jinian made a move.
He did not back down, but instead stepped forward, his right hand forming a hand seal, and electric arcs flickering at his fingertips.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their laws."
"Bing Fire Yang Thunder, by imperial decree!"
"Boom!"
The originally dark and oppressive second floor was illuminated as bright as day by a strong blue and white light!
It was a bolt of lightning only as thick as an arm, though not as thick as the one that had struck the shroud ghost last time.
But it was extremely fast, carrying a destructive aura of extreme strength and masculinity, and slashed fiercely at the white figure in mid-air.
The legless white figure seemed to sense a deadly threat, and its body twisted strangely in mid-air.
The lightning grazed its shoulder and struck the solid wood bookshelf behind it.
"Boom!"
The bookshelf shattered, splinters flew everywhere, and the antique vases on it were broken all over the floor.
"squeak--!!!"
The white figure let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream.
Black smoke rose from his shoulder.
It was clearly grazed by the residual force of the lightning.
It glared venomously at Lin Jinian, then its body swayed.
It disappeared into the darkness.
The light faded, and the living room fell into darkness once more.
Jiang Rongrong then realized what was happening and quickly turned on the flashlight of her spare phone.
"It...it was a success?"
The beam of light trembled as it shone on Lin Jinian, illuminating his cold and stern profile.
Wang Shou got up from the ground, still shaken, and looked around:
"Master Lin, your attack was so powerful just now, you must be done for, right?"
Lin Jinian did not answer, but his brows furrowed even more.
Although that attack was fast, the opponent's reaction was too sharp, and it only caused superficial damage.
This ghost is indeed much stronger than the previous one!
Moreover, the chilling aura did not dissipate; instead, it became even more intense and violent.
It's still inside!
And he was enraged!
Lin Jinian reached into his Taoist robe and pulled out a talisman.
"Sizzle sizzle..."
The crystal chandelier overhead suddenly flickered twice and miraculously lit up.
Soft, warm yellow light once again filled the living room.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's on! The light's on!" Wang Shou shouted excitedly. "That thing must have been scared of Master Lin and ran away!"
Even the viewers in the live stream were flooding the screen with comments:
"Phew...that scared me to death! Thank goodness for Master Lin!"
"That lightning strike was so cool! Is this the legendary lightning magic?"
"Was that really thunder? Or fireworks?"
"Are the people upstairs still asleep? Could fireworks shatter a solid wood bookshelf like that?"
"Where's that master from before? Why aren't you calling out anymore?"
The once imposing Master Faming was now...
He was clutching his chest, leaning against the wall, groaning and bleeding from his mouth.
His expensive crimson robe was torn with a large hole, and his face was filled with pain and fear.
He no longer resembles a highly virtuous monk at all.
The two young monks huddled together, terrified, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
At this moment, Lin Jinian stood quietly in the center of the living room, dressed in a blue Taoist robe.
It exudes a warm and understated luster reminiscent of old objects.
He raised his right hand, his thumb slightly tucked in, his index and middle fingers held together and extended.
Right between those two long, clean fingers,
It held a talisman that shimmered with a faint golden light.
The talisman paper, made of an unknown material, faintly exuded a mysterious rhythm.
It was as if what was drawn with vermilion on it was not a brushstroke, but some kind of living force.
At this moment, the live stream chat exploded with comments:
"Holy crap! That talisman! Did you guys see that talisman? It's glowing!"
"I took a screenshot! That's definitely not a reflection! It's just emitting its own light!"
"Is this the legendary Taoist talisman? It looks so high-tech!"
"Compared to that old monk's wooden fish from earlier, this is on a whole different level of sophistication!"
"I have a feeling, something intense is coming! Nuclear energy warning ahead!"
"Master Lin's pose with the talisman is so cool! Is this what they call a sense of security?"
"A person wrote a petition in blood, begging the Taoist priest to put this talisman on the shared bicycle!"