Mon fantôme sauvage

Chapitre 6

"How many decent men are there in the human world? They're all petty thieves and scoundrels. Old Taoist, don't block my way!" With that, the female ghost turned and left.

"Female ghost, don't be so presumptuous!" The Taoist priest put away his whisk, leaped up, and chased after the female ghost. A battle between humans and ghosts unfolded in the woods, leaving Zhang Mingcheng and his companions trembling with fear and tension.

"Zhang Mingcheng, quickly splash the chicken blood onto the white cloth used to wrap the remains, quick!" the Taoist priest shouted from the air.

"Zhang Mingcheng, he's calling you, hurry up!" A-Ming said from the side.

"I...I'm scared!"

"Zhang Mingcheng, hurry, or it'll be too late!" It seems this female ghost is indeed powerful, keeping the Taoist priest pinned down. Alright, might as well go for it! Zhang Mingcheng stood up and stumbled towards the altar.

Zhang Mingcheng picked up the bowl of chicken blood, but the white cloth wrapped around the remains was hanging in mid-air, preventing the blood from being poured onto it. What to do? "Master, the white cloth is too high, not enough blood can be poured!" Zhang Mingcheng said anxiously.

"Kid, get some help!" The Taoist priest's voice was also tense, indicating that the fight was fierce and evenly matched.

Looking for help? Yes, let's find Ah Ming! "Ah Ming, come here quickly, find a few people to help!" Zhang Mingcheng shouted loudly.

"What?" Amin pretended not to hear.

"Come quickly and help me, I can't reach it! Hurry, the Taoist priest can't hold on much longer," Zhang Mingcheng said.

---janeadam