The incantation unleashed.
Mo Ting yanked out his peach wood sword.
The talisman affixed to the headless ferocious spirit's chest flashed with white light.
With a "buzz," it exploded.
Waves of talismanic power surged, stirring up a cloud of smoke.
The headless ferocious spirit was directly blasted to the ground…
Simultaneously, the ghost let out enraged cries:
"It hurts, it hurts so much…"
Smoke billowed, then quickly dispersed.
Mo Ting and I discovered a bloody hole in the headless ghost's chest, blasted by the talisman.
However, apart from crying out in pain, the headless ghost seemed unharmed.
Now clutching its chest, it stood up once more.
Mo Ting and I watched, our hearts chilling.
This ghost was too terrifying.
Pierced by a sword, and now hit by my talisman, and still not dead?
Clutching its chest, it staggered to its feet.
The gruesome bloodhole on its chest was healing at a visible rate…
At the same time, it turned its dozen or so eyes towards me, seeming to look at me, then at the space behind me.
It then let out a low voice:
"Just a trick!
I thought it was some formidable entity.
Since you've come, I'll devour you all tonight…"
Seeing the headless ferocious spirit restored to its previous state, Mo Ting and I didn't pay attention to its words, involuntarily retreating several steps.
It couldn't be killed by a peach wood sword, nor by a talisman.
This headless ghost was entirely beyond Mo Ting and my ability to confront.
At this moment, the only sensible option was to flee quickly.
Without time to think, I helped Mo Ting up and urged, "Old Mo, let's go!"
With that, I dragged Mo Ting and bolted out of the Eight Trigram formation.
This time, the headless ghost was a slight distance further from us.
Therefore, with a turn,
We took a step forward, and I pulled Mo Ting, rushing out of the formation drawn by the spirit-suppressing ropes.
Concurrently, I flung the spirit-suppressing ropes I had prepared, sealing the last gap.
At that very moment, the headless ferocious spirit, raising its ghostly claws, lunged towards us.
I flinched backward, nearly falling.
The headless ferocious spirit opened its massive mouth, its claw reaching for my chest.
But before it could touch me, it encountered the spirit-suppressing ropes.
The spirit-suppressing ropes acted like electrified fencing.
The moment the headless ferocious spirit made contact with the ropes, it let out a scream and was sent flying back.
Two scorched, black marks appeared on its body, burned by the spirit-suppressing ropes…
Because the spirit-suppressing ropes had been touched, the eight bells on the ropes
Began to chime, "Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle."
These were talismanic bells, possessing a certain restraining effect on Yin spirits.
Upon hearing the bells, the headless ferocious spirit became extremely agitated, appearing to be in great discomfort.
"It's so unpleasant, so unpleasant, stop it, stop it…"
It roared, trying to pull off the talismanic bells from the spirit-suppressing ropes.
But upon contact, both the talismanic bells and the spirit-suppressing ropes seared its ghostly claws and skin with a "hissing" sound, forcing it to release its grip.
However, I also noticed that with each impact from the headless ferocious spirit, the spirit-suppressing ropes were breaking a little more.
It seemed the Eight Trigram formation drawn by the spirit-suppressing ropes wouldn't be able to contain him for much longer.
My heart grew anxious, knowing we shouldn't linger here.
There was no way to confront the headless ferocious spirit head-on.
I could only support Mo Ting and urge him urgently:
"Old Mo, we need to leave quickly!"
Mo Ting was severely injured; his ribs were likely broken from the kick.
He nodded, still clutching his stomach.
"Alright! As long as we're alive, there'll be opportunities…"
With that, we two quickly ran out of the ravine.
From within the ravine, the headless evil spirit's low growls continued to echo.
"You can't escape. I will catch you soon and devour you alive…"
Listening to the headless ferocious spirit's furious roars, Old Mo and I didn't pause for even a moment.
Only when we reached the mouth of the mountain pass did we glance back.
In the ravine, wisps of black smoke rose, and we could still faintly hear the headless ferocious spirit's frenzied cries…
Things had completely exceeded my expectations; the spirit-suppressing ropes couldn't hold him for long.
If he broke free and tracked us by our human scent,
The consequences would be dire.
Now, I had to immediately notify my master and seek a way to save ourselves.
Therefore, after leaving the ravine, I took out my phone without delay.
I discovered there was signal here.
I immediately dialed my master's number.
The phone rang a few times and was answered.
"Hello, Xiao Qin!"
Master's voice came through, sounding lazy.
As I helped Mo Ting run along the road, putting distance between us and the headless ferocious spirit, I began:
"Master, that foul entity is too powerful.
The spirit-suppressing ropes don't seem to be able to contain him.
He might break free soon, and he's chasing me…"
I spoke with urgency.
Upon hearing this, Master's tone instantly became tense:
"What? Even the eight-soul bell spirit-suppressing ropes can't hold him?"
"Yes! Not only can't they hold him, but a peach wood sword can't kill him.
A talisman blasted a hole in him, yet he's still alive, with eyes and mouths all over his body…"
I continued, speaking the truth.
At the same time, I could hear a sharp intake of breath from the phone.
After all, Master was experienced. Even with my fragmented account, he sensed the gravity of the situation.
It had completely exceeded his expectations.
The next second, Master spoke to me on the phone with great seriousness:
"How are you doing right now?
What kind of foul entity is it?
And where are you located?"
Master asked me three consecutive questions.
Without hesitation, I recounted my basic situation and the details of the headless ferocious spirit.
After listening to my account, Master's breathing clearly quickened, and he even exclaimed in surprise:
"Amitabha, this might be a headless fiend."
Upon hearing the word "fiend," my heart sank, and a hint of fear flashed across my face.
Master had told me that fiends were even more terrifying ghosts than ferocious spirits.
Let alone provoking them; anyone targeted by them rarely survived.
Ordinary monks and Taoist priests were generally unable to deal with them.
Before I could speak, Master continued on the phone:
"Xiao Qin, listen to me now.
The soul-suppressing rope can only seal this kind of fiend for about ten minutes at most.
No matter how you run, you won't escape.
To survive, you must fight this thing."
My heart tightened, and I immediately pressed:
"Master, how do I fight? I'll do as you say."
I lowered my gaze.
Wasn't my survival until now a result of fighting?
Having experienced multiple brushes with death, I no longer felt the initial fear when facing death.
My emotions had become much calmer.
From Master's end, I heard the sound of "ding ding dong dong."
It sounded as if he were opening a chest and rummaging through something.
Simultaneously, he continued speaking to me on the phone:
"Look around you, see if there's any withered wild grass or mulberry trees…"