"It's you?"
Weiwei narrowed her eyes and looked at the girl in white standing at the door with an oil-paper umbrella. Ran Jing couldn't help but frown.
Even though one of the two girls was eccentric and the other was eccentric, they didn't expect that the girl in front of them would be the little shop assistant who was scared to tears by Du Kang.
"Yeah, are you surprised?"
The girl looked down at herself. She was wearing ordinary home clothes, and she was even wearing a pair of cute pink bunny slippers. Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the faint smell of shampoo permeated the air.
"I'm a little ordinary," the girl curled up her right hand and looked at her newly dyed cardamom nails. She pouted and blew on it twice, then looked at Weiwei and Ran Jing with a hint of jealousy and resentment in her eyes, "I'm not like you two beauties who can live comfortably with your beauty. I'm just an ordinary guy. From my birth to my death, I have an ordinary family, an ordinary upbringing, an ordinary resume, an ordinary job, an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, ah …"
The girl raised her head, looked at the oil-paper umbrella quietly, and said slowly, "The only thing that's not ordinary about me is my death. I was burned alive. What a big fire …"
The girl lowered her head to look at Ran Jing and Weiwei, and there really was a sea of flames flashing in her eyes. A girl was crying for help, crying, and breaking down in the sea of flames. In the end, she fell powerlessly to the ground and was mercilessly engulfed by the flames, turning into a charred skeleton.
"Who killed you?" Ran Jing asked.
"Hehe …" The girl sneered and gently flicked her fingers. Her figure suddenly flashed and rushed forward three meters, facing Ran Jing. A pair of blood-red eyes stared straight at her, and a hoarse voice like two iron plates rubbing against each other was unpleasant to the ear, "It doesn't matter who it is. Anyway, they're all dead. I killed them with my own hands, hehehe …"
"What did you do to Cang Jin and Little White?"
As Weiwei spoke, she had already rushed behind the girl and blocked the entrance of the second old dormitory building. She and Ran Jing were sandwiching the girl in the front and back.
The girl slowly turned her head to look at Weiwei, and the corners of her mouth twitched, revealing a strange smile. Her ordinary facial features gradually blurred, as if a piece of mosaic had been erased, revealing a beautiful and charming face. Her eyebrows were like black ink, and her skin was smooth and creamy. A pair of blood-red eyes blinked playfully, and she tilted her head to ask Weiwei, "Sister Chu, are you asking me?"
"Little White!?"
Weiwei could not believe her eyes. She took two steps back and looked at Little White. She pointed at the tip of Little White's nose and said, "You … reincarnated in another body!"
"Hehehe … Sister Chu, you're so smart." Little White covered his mouth and giggled. He gave Weiwei a thumbs up and teased, "But it's a little late to be smart."
"Is that so?"
Ran Jing took advantage of Little White's distraction and suddenly attacked. She raised her hand and cast Little Turning Sky. The small stone seal flew into the air and suddenly expanded to a meter wide. With rumbling thunder, it pressed down on Little White's head.
Whitey did not dodge or evade. In fact, it did not even blink its eyelids. It only spun the oil-paper umbrella in its hand, spinning it twice in its palm.
"Ding!"
Little Flipping Sky smashed onto the oil-paper umbrella. Electric snakes scuttled around and black smoke rose from the surface of the umbrella. The smoke condensed and did not disperse. It twisted left and right, turning into a blurry pitch-black figure that raised its hand and grabbed Little Flipping Sky.
Little Turning Sky was a Daoist treasure and one of the Maoshan Sect's ritual implements. Although its power was worlds apart from the legendary Skythrowing Seal in the Investiture of the Gods, it was still a top-notch treasure in the Age of Chaos. It contained the Qi of Heavenly Thunder and was also blessed by the Daoist arts of the Maoshan Sect's predecessors. The Daoist voice in the lightning bolts was always successful in slaying demons and devils. Ever since it became a weapon, it had slain countless demons and monsters.
However, today, Little Flipping Sky was held up by a black silhouette that was less than a foot long, preventing it from falling.
Ran Jing's hands were constantly forming hand seals, and a fine layer of sweat had unknowingly appeared on her forehead.
Seeing that it was difficult for Ran Jing to take them down, Weiwei, who had recovered from the shock, pointed her finger forward, and a bright light flashed. The Shing Wong Divine Seal smashed heavily on the Little Fantian. With a clanging sound, the Little Fantian suddenly sank down, instantly crushing more than a dozen black people. Their bodies were penetrated by the disorderly electric snakes, and they were torn into pieces, vanishing in the air. But then, more black figures rushed out from the oil paper umbrellas, and they held up the two divine seals that were constantly pressing down.
Little White's delicate brows furrowed, and its little hand that was holding onto the oil-paper umbrella spun vigorously. Then, it wiped its right hand in its pocket and threw a handful of copper beans at Wei Wei's face. At the same time, it kicked the ground with both of its feet, and its body floated backward, its back crashing into Ran Jing.
In the blink of an eye, the copper bean suddenly exploded in midair, and countless wisps of black smoke and Yin Qi rushed out from it. Shrill ghostly screams rang out, and countless ghostly shadows dashed around, flying all over the sky. Each and every one of them had a pair of blood-red eyes, looking everywhere for living beings.
"Lonely and wild ghosts!"
Weiwei was not afraid of the horrifying scene in front of her. To a great demon with a cultivation base of one thousand and five hundred years, this kind of trick was like eating bean sprouts. She opened her mouth, and a suction force pulled the ghosts that were flying around in the air like headless flies into her mouth.
"Oh!" With her mouth full of lonely and wild ghosts, Weiwei's cheeks were bloated like a cute golden fish with a lion's head.
However, in this short period of time, Ran Jing suffered a great loss at Little White's hands. She was sent flying by a palm strike. If not for the protection of Ran Jing's precious treasures, she would have lost her life in an instant.
Twelve dazzling gold coins revolved around Ran Jing's body, emitting a brilliant glow. It was like an inverted Dao bell, protecting Ran Jing in the middle.
"Hmph!"
Ran Jing snorted coldly. She used her thumb to forcefully wipe away the trace of blood that seeped out from the corner of her mouth. Her pink lips gently swept across her pearly white teeth, and she revealed a cold smile. "Let me have a taste of your abilities!"
The Qingping Sword in her hand trembled, and two beautiful sword flowers appeared. Ran Jing rushed forward with all her strength, and the Qingping Sword was dragged behind her. She flicked her fingers, and twelve golden lights shot out like meteors. Each of them heavily crashed into Little White with a sharp roar.
Ding, Ding, Ding …
After a series of sounds, Little White was like a reef in the tide, not moving at all. A white light flickered in and out of her white and tender hands. At the critical moment, she repelled all twelve golden lights.
"Boom!"
Ran Jing and Little White brushed past each other. The green-gold sword light and the white light flashed in the air. Ran Jing held the Qingping Sword in her hand, and the blade was constantly buzzing. A drop of blood flowed down the blood groove of the blade and dripped to the tip of the sword.