The terrible cry of the baby was incessant, and the rolling black resentment enveloped the entire factory.

Refining imps.

A teleportation, Su Li has arrived at a workshop in the innermost part of the factory.

This abandoned factory is rusty everywhere, the workshop is empty, and the equipment that was once placed in it has long since been removed.

At this moment, the ground covered with a thick layer of dust drew one array after another with black dog blood.

There are also various ominous-looking flags planted in it.

In addition to this, in the middle of the circle sat a middle-aged man cross-legged, and in front of him was a fresh corpse.

A small and slender body that belongs only to a baby.

The small body was bruised and purple, and it could be seen that he had been tortured in front of him.

A white ghost floated above the bones, his body tightly wrapped in silk threads emitted from the circle.

The middle-aged man kept chanting incantations in his mouth, and the spells in his hands never stopped.

The baby's cry grew more and more intense, and it rolled in the air in pain, and with each struggle, the threads on its body tightened.

The soul of a baby, which was as pure as white paper, was gradually dyed black because of the painful torture.

A heavy resentment emanated from the black soul.

His unwillingness, pain, and substance corroded people's hearts.

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little unable to hold on, his head was shaking, his body shook slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, his eyes opened violently with feverish joy and excitement.

The shape of his mouth as he recited the incantation became faster and faster, and the movements in his hands were much faster, dazzling, and they all became phantoms one after another.

This time, he will definitely be able to refine the most powerful imp.

The middle-aged man's refining process seemed to have reached the final stage, and the hideous howling voice of the imp slowly weakened.

I saw the man bite his middle finger, force out a drop of blood, and bounce towards the little ghost's body.

He had foreseen that he would be able to use this little ghost to kill all directions and live a life of admiration.

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth was very large, which directly made him suddenly unexpected and unexpected.

The blood beads that were about to fall on the little ghost's body seemed to be intercepted by an invisible barrier before they were a finger away from the ghost's shadow, and they couldn't cross this distance that was too short to be shorter.

The middle-aged man's heart froze, and a bad premonition followed.

Quickly and vigilantly standing up, the small flags scattered in the circle were summoned to fly around him under his thoughts, forming an encirclement and protecting him in it.

Tut-tut, the reaction ability is still very fast, but he seems to have misestimated his strength.

If this man runs away when he reacts at the first time, maybe Su Li won't be able to make a move to deal with him.

But he seems to be very confident in himself.

Although there are a lot of vigilant postures, it's just that it's all due to my usual cautious habits, and I subconsciously do this.

In fact, although he looked at the frowning and annoyed expression on his face, there was no more worry.

Su Li saw it very clearly, only this time he would pay the price of his life for his trust.

"Who is it? Hide your head and tail, your grandfather Zhang Dahai is cultivating here, wait for the hurry and leave, otherwise you will blame me for being polite." ”

Zhang Dahai, a middle-aged man, felt that after reporting to his home, the other party would always be a little jealous of him.

It's just because the name Zhang Dahai is notorious in their circle of capable people and is despised by people.

Despite this, based on his great strength and cruel methods, few people will have trouble with him.

"Cluck.... Why are you going to be polite to me?"

The beautiful sound of a yellow warbler out of the valley floated in the empty workshop, bringing echoes one after another.

When ordinary people hear it, they will only think that this female voice is good, but in the ears of metaphysical people, it is not so beautiful.

The ghostly voice makes people's ears quite tormented, as if someone is poking the eardrum with a sharp needle.

It was just a ghost sound, Zhang Dahai felt a sharp pain in his ears, and a blood-colored hot stream seeped out.

Zhang Dahai secretly said that it was not good, and tapped twice on himself, stopped the bleeding ears, and then quickly took out something from his arms, threw it at the sound, turned around and fled.

He still has some eyesight, and with a voice, he can roughly judge that he is not the opponent of the other party, and he is ready to run away without a fight.

It's just that now I want to escape, it seems.... Some late.

Zhang Dahai's feet seemed to be glued by super glue, and he couldn't pull them up.

He felt bitter and regretful in his heart, watching his body from the soles of his feet slowly eroded by the cold ghost qi of Sen.

A red shadow slowly converged in front of his eyes.

Holding a bone fan, dressed in a red brocade cheongsam, holding black hair, and half-covering red lips... Female ghosts.

Zhang Dahai's eyes widened, his pupils shrunk to the size of pintips, and he was terrified to the extreme.

He just wanted to refine a powerful little ghost, how could he attract such a powerful ghost.

It's just that before Zhang Dahai could have more fear, the ghost qi had already spread to the top of his head, enveloping his whole person in it, and from the outside, he could only see a black mist that was constantly wriggling, like a living thing.

After a while, Zhang Dahai stood in a position where the ghost qi dissipated, and there was not even a single hair left.

Su Li smiled slightly, shook the exquisite bone fan in his hand a few times, and then folded it up with a "brush", and the tip of the bone fan pointed in the direction of the little ghost.

When the little ghost who was wailing and crying felt Su Li's arrival, he immediately stopped his voice and looked at Su Li with admiration.

After Su Li dealt with Zhang Dahai and freed him from his imprisonment, the little ghost happily pounced on Su Li, but stopped a few steps away from Su Li.

It tilted its head cautiously, and said a shrill sound that people couldn't understand.

A hideous, twisted black face grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

The appearance of the little ghost can be said to be terrifying, but Su Li did not dislike it, and waved his hand and hugged the skinny little ghost into his arms.

Su Li's ghostly aura made the little ghost head burp comfortably.

It covered its mouth and looked at Su Li blankly, with complete trust and closeness to the ghost fairy in front of it.

After watching it for a long time, Su Li also felt that this little ghost was ugly, and it was still a little cute.

Ugly, cute, ugly.

The little ghost was lying in Su Li's arms, and he was originally peaceful and peaceful, but suddenly grinned, his shriveled limbs waved in one direction, and the resentment on Xiao Hei's face suddenly rose, and he opened his mouth, and screamed one after another.

The old glass around the workshop shattered in response, and the clutter in the corner rose into the air with the sound waves.