Dressed in ghost clothes, it is quite appropriate for the situation, this ghost town is strange everywhere, and I don't know what secrets there are.

In fact, Leng Junling was not interested in the secrets of this ghost town, and after teasing those ghosts under the bridge like a dog, he said to the monk: "There is nothing interesting here, why don't you go to the bridge and see if there is a way out?"

"It's fine. ”

The monk nodded, glanced at the ghosts under the bridge, took out a handful of beans from his sleeve and spilled them under the bridge, the beans disappeared when they fell into the boiling blood, and some ghosts quieted down for a while, and there were many less wails of evil ghosts for a while, and their ears were much cleaner.

Sprinkle beans into substitution, when did this monk learn to be nosy?

Leng Junling took a look, as soon as these beans infused with mana entered the river and became the best stand-in, the ghosts with light karma could be reincarnated from the sea of suffering with the buoyancy of this bean, which could be regarded as liberation.

The monk sprinkled the handful of beans as if he had done it unintentionally, looked at Leng Junling and smiled leisurely: "Let's go." ”

Leng Junling looked at the remaining ghosts in the river with some curiosity, obviously unable to float, but still competing for those beans.

The monk looked at Leng Junling with a smile in his eyes, shook his head and walked towards the other side of the bridge first, Leng Junling immediately followed and floated behind him, and the two of them could chat without a word.

What is curious is why the ghost town, which has only appeared for about a year, has such a strong evil atmosphere, and why the people of the entire city died, there are more secrets, and it depends on whether there are people who want to decipher it.

Walking down the stone bridge, the fog in front of me gradually dissipated, revealing the buildings that were no different from ordinary towns, except that dark clouds covered the sun, not even a trace of sunlight could penetrate, and the whole town was like being wrapped in layers of velvety black cloth, the fluffy feeling could not be touched, but it was real in every corner.

Leng Junling stretched out his hand, countless of these unknown substances gathered in her palm, the monk followed her example and stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch the slightest, tilted his head to look at Leng Junling: "This thing seems to prefer ghosts?"

"Who knows?"

Leng Junling waved her hand indifferently, and the black mist gathered in her palm dissipated, but her heart was not as light as it appeared on the surface, although she didn't know what it was, she had been like a mist ability that had not evolved for a long time, but she was crazy and restless, if it wasn't for Leng Junling's suppression, the next moment I was afraid that she would break out of her body and devour these substances frantically.

Because she wanted to suppress the ability, Leng Junling's mood was very bad, this feeling of getting out of control was what she hated the most, and at this time, she suddenly had a slight suspicion in her heart, maybe she came here, not randomly, but arranged?

The monk was unconscious, looking at the road in front of him and beginning to be covered by thick fog again, and it was the old trick that he sprinkled the boy's urine out, Xu Youyou felt spicy eyes when he saw the willow branch in his hand, and he hid far away, and he disliked it as much as he wanted.

It's really amazing, in order to save money to do this, there are many ways to dispel this yin qi, but this monk chose the most disgusting one that doesn't cost money.

When the fog cleared a little, the visibility did not change much, and the monk touched his chin: "This boy's urine is actually not good." ”

Walking forward, you will come to a mill.

Leng Junling waited for a few breaths, and when the boy's urine was sure to be gone, he caught up with the monk and walked around the mill, but he wrinkled his nose and said with disgust: "How many people have died in this mill, the smell is unpleasant, dirty, and resentful, it is really disgusting." ”

The monk stretched out his hand and touched the stone mill, and in an instant, countless wails broke out of the stone, and the resentment actually shook the monk's mood by two points.

His face turned pale, the monk immediately withdrew his hand, and Leng Junling floated to his side: "The wailing just now, how did it look like a child's cry?"

"It's the child, this mill······· It's an infanticide. ”

The monk's expression straightened, a little less cynical, and faintly angry.

Leng Junling lowered his eyes slightly, this ghost city is not simple.

"It is rumored that the people of this ghost town died of a plague, but now it seems that it looks like a plague, but it is like closing the gates of the city, using the whole city as an urn, making people become worms and snakes, killing each other. ”

"Raise Gu!"

The monk spit out these two words, and Leng Junling felt that the temperature around him had dropped a few degrees: "I have heard that there is an evil art in the country of Qiyou, which uses human essence and flesh as a guide, and uses the five organs of babies as sacrifices, and sacrifices to evil gods in exchange for ghost generals. ”

"You mean that the people of this city have been eaten alive by evil spirits?"

"Someone is so powerful, destroying a city, but not showing the wind?"

Leng Junling tilted his head to look at the monk: "If there is really such a person, the plan is very big, monk, you have to take care of this matter?"

"I don't care if I say it, it's just bad luck, oops, it's really bad luck, bad luck. ”

The monk grinned, reverting to his usual impropriety, Leng Junling saw that it was an accident, this dead money can still take care of other people's affairs?

"But speaking of which, the unjust souls of this city, if the monk can surpass all of them, how much merit it it should be, so it is not too much for the monk to take the money in the city, right?"

Sure enough, Leng Junling glanced at him, this person is not a master who doesn't take money at all!

Just do it, the monk and Leng Junling walked around the entire city, and found the most suitable place for the monk to sit cross-legged and chant the scriptures, and countless Sanskrit words floated out of his body, like the first light in this city in a year, and the sharp thorns shot into this deep fog.

With the monk as the center, the Sanskrit sound burst, Leng Junling took the opportunity to float away from the monk and frantically absorb the black mist-like substance, this way has been suppressed for a long time, at this time, let go of his hands and feet almost instantly turned into a black hole, a moment of sharp pain hit, Leng Junling snorted, but he didn't control it at all, let the fog ability devour wildly, but in a few minutes, before the monk was over, Leng Junling swallowed up the dark matter of the entire city.

After eating and drinking, Leng Junling returned to the position of the monk three meters away, stretched his waist and made a hache, the world's suppression of her was much smaller, Leng Junling squinted slightly, and was in a very good mood.

Regardless of whether this ghost town was made by the second goods, this kung fu made her pick up a bargain, but it would be good if she could catch a few evil ghosts in this world, and the ghost general level would be worth some points, right?

Leng Jun Ling Mei pondered, but a large area of black fog gathered in the middle of the entire ghost city, all the fog in the city gathered in the air, and after the monk finished reading the last sentence, the black fog in the middle of the air suddenly exploded and dissipated, and when the sunlight shone into the city again, he saw countless silver rays of light dissipate.

The resentment has been removed, the dead have gone into reincarnation, there are no more ghosts to cry out and suffer, and now there are no more ruins and ruins in this city, and the depression is dilapidated.

The dazzling sunlight shone on the monk's face, and for a while it seemed to gild the monk, and the appearance was quite good, but when the monk opened his eyes and grinned at Leng Junling, the first words destroyed the image of this holy monk.

Monk: "Siniang, hurry up, let's pretend to be ······ money"

Leng Junling: "·········"

Well, a couple more sacks!