Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Chapter 328 Mr. Spiritual 22

Just as the two were panicking, something even more terrifying happened.

The golden sword that was stuck in the female corpse suddenly fell apart as if it had lost its support, and the eyes of the female corpse suddenly opened at this moment!

"Master, help!" The screams of A Ming and A Qiang resounded throughout the wellhead. They shook the rope desperately, hoping to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.

Uncle Jiu and Shi Shaojian heard the cries for help from below and knew that the situation was not good. They quickly worked together to turn the wheel, trying to pull Amin and Aqiang up.

Ren Yinyin did not dare to delay for even a moment. She quickly took out a handful of talisman paper from her arms and threw it into the well without hesitation.

The talisman papers seemed to be given life, dancing in the air and flying straight towards the flying female corpse.

After being hit by the talisman paper, the female corpse let out a shrill roar, and then fell straight into the well like a kite with a broken string.

"Senior sister, it's useful, please throw more!" A Qiang shouted in horror, his voice trembling, as if he was scared out of his soul.

And Amin, who was at the bottom of the well, was the first to face the terrifying female ghost. His body trembled involuntarily and he was completely out of control.

Seeing this, Ren Yinyin hurriedly threw the talismans in his hand into the well, hoping that these talismans could have some effect on the female ghost.

However, the female corpse seemed to adapt to this attack method very quickly. She flew up without any hesitation, stretched out her pale hands, and grabbed Amin's feet tightly!

"Help, Uncle Jiu!" Amin's screams resounded throughout the yard. His voice became hoarse and almost split due to extreme fear.

Uncle Jiu was extremely anxious when he heard Ah Ming's cry for help. He and Shi Shaojian worked together to speed up and crank the wheel, trying to pull Ah Ming and Ah Qiang out of the bottom of the well as soon as possible.

At the same time, Ren Yinyin quickly took out some magical weapons and threw them into the well without hesitation.

With a scream of "Ah...", the female corpse was hit by the magical weapons falling from the sky. She wailed in pain, and then fell into the well like a kite with a broken string.

This obstruction finally bought some time for Aqiang and Amin, and they were pulled up by Uncle Jiu and Shi Shaojian with all their strength.

The two survivors had completely lost their strength and collapsed to the ground, their bodies still shaking. They muttered, "Woo, woo, how scary!"

However, before everyone had time to catch their breath, the female corpse suddenly rushed out of the well and flew into the air as if it had gone mad.

She exuded a disgusting stench of decay, and her face was filled with hatred and resentment as she stared at several people in the yard.

Suddenly, the female corpse flew onto the roof. She waved her arm, and the tiles on the roof seemed to be cast a spell. They flew up one after another and hit the people in the yard like raindrops!

Several people began to hide. Aqiang and Aming no longer cared about being afraid and hid everywhere with their weak legs.

The female corpse let out a scream, and in the ancestral hall, the wine jar in front of Mao Shanming began to shake rapidly with a sharp sound.

The ghost's screams were so piercing that Mao Shanming covered his ears.

After receiving the response, the female corpse didn't bother to get entangled with a few people. She flew towards the ancestral hall and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

"Oh no, let's go back to the ancestral hall!" Uncle Jiu shouted.

Several people hurried back to the ancestral hall...

Inside the ancestral hall, Mao Shanming was staring intently at the huge oil pot in front of him. He kept adding firewood to the stove, hoping to heat up the oil in the pot as soon as possible.

However, as time passed, the oil pan never boiled as he wished.

Mao Shanming began to get anxious, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Oh no, why isn't the oil pan hot yet?" he muttered to himself, a hint of panic in his voice.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the yard. It turned out that Dabao and Xiaobao heard Mao Shanming's cry and hurried to the window to inquire about the situation.

"Uncle Ming, are you okay?" Dabao asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just stay away and stop making trouble here!" Mao Shanming waved his hand impatiently, asking the two little ghosts to stay away.

But just as he turned around, he heard a crisp "click" sound.

Mao Shanming's heart tightened and he turned around quickly to look. He saw that the two wine jars that were originally placed steadily on the ground began to shake violently, as if something was struggling inside.

"Not good!" Mao Shanming cried out, knowing that something was wrong.

He walked quickly forward and wanted to check the condition of the wine jars, but found that a thin crack had appeared on one of the jars at some point, and the crack was still expanding.

Mao Shanming's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he realized that these two ghosts were probably about to break out of the altar!

He stared at the crack with wide eyes, so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

However, despite his extreme anxiety, the big oil pot was still slowly boiling with no signs of boiling.

"What should I do?" Mao Shanming was extremely anxious. He looked at the wine jar and then glanced helplessly at the cauldron, secretly complaining in his heart, "Is it because this cauldron is too big that it heats up so slowly?"

Just as he was daydreaming, he heard a loud "crash" and the cracked wine jar finally couldn't withstand the impact of the evil spirit inside and was suddenly pushed open!

A pale ghost hand stretched out from the wine jar, struggling to get out.

Mao Shanming was so frightened by this scene that his whole body trembled. He subconsciously wanted to step back, but found that his legs seemed to be nailed down and he could not move at all.

Seeing that the evil spirit could not be forced back into the wine jar, Mao Shanming grabbed the almost broken wine jar and threw it into the oil pan without hesitation.

With a "plop", the wine jar fell into the boiling oil, splashing oil.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream came from the oil pan. The ghost cry was so terrifying that it made people's hair stand on end.

Seeing this, Mao Shanming felt a little relieved. He thought that the evil ghost had finally been subdued.

However, his relief did not last long, because after just a moment, the evil ghost stood up from the frying pan again.

It was wet all over and emitting green smoke, and its eyes were fixed on Mao Shanming, revealing endless resentment and murderous intent.

The oil temperature was not high enough, so the evil spirit was not melted but half-cooked. It looked like a half-melted snowman, which was so terrifying that it was chilling.

Mao Shanming shouted in horror: "Oh no! It's half-cooked!"

The evil ghost struggled to crawl out of the frying pan, hot oil still dripping from its body and emitting a pungent smell.

Its body became twisted and deformed due to melting, its face looked hideous, and it kept making low roars from its mouth, full of resentment towards Mao Shanming.

Mao Shanming was frightened by the appearance of the evil ghost. He ran away desperately, trying to escape the ghost's pursuit.

However, the evil ghost was chasing him relentlessly at an extremely fast speed, and was about to catch up with Maoshan Mingliao.

At this critical moment, Mao Shanming suddenly had an idea. He quickly ran into the room, grabbed a handful of soot, and then smeared it all over his body without hesitation.

The black color of the ash from the bottom of the pot covered his body, making him invisible to the evil spirit.