The charcoal fire is red.

The warm heat made the bodies of the three of them slowly warm up.

Thinking of the ghost encounter before, Yang Changan's heart moved slightly, and he used his magical powers to look at his room.

Sweep all the way.

When he swept to the bed, his pupils shrank sharply, his complexion changed suddenly, his feet kicked, and he sat on the ground with a "bang".

"mother!"

He couldn't stop yelling in his heart.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Changan quickly got up from the ground, forced a smile, and waved his hand: "Aunt Liu...... I'm fine, maybe a little tired, I fell asleep just now. ”

"Young master, you haven't slept for three nights, you must be tired. ”

A look of guilt appeared on Aunt Liu's face, and she said with concern: "Anyway, the ghosts have been removed, Xiaoya and I should go back, young master, you can rest and rest by yourself." ”

"Yang Changan" has always been a little weak, thinking that it is caused by a lack of exercise, and he will be weak and weak in autumn and winter, and he is easy to be infected with wind and cold.

Last time, he just contracted an extremely severe wind chill, and the illness broke out at night, and "Yang Changan" fell asleep forever.

It was at that time that Yang Changan came over, which can be regarded as an alternative life.

"Okay, Aunt Liu, I'll send you back. ”

Yang Changan didn't keep them, but hoped that they would leave quickly, so he immediately got up at this moment and said quietly.

Sending Aunt Liu and the two to the wing, the Eye of Darkness opened, and every corner of the room was carefully scanned, and Yang Changan went back with peace of mind.

Standing in front of the door, he looked solemn, touched the "Theory of Strategy" in his arms, returned to his normal look in a blink of an eye, pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as I glanced at the bed, my heart beat suddenly faster, and my breathing became a little chaotic.

He saw a strange black cloud of gas on top of the mosquito net, and it was just black gas, but he found it staring at him.

The sensation made him hairy all over his body.

"Hey, there's something wrong with his gaze, can he see me?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Yang Chang'an's heart sank, knowing that under the ghostly powers, he could hear the ghosts talking.

I saw that the black gas was transformed for a while.

The next moment, it turned into a fat doll that looked like a human baby.

But it doesn't have the simplicity and cuteness of a doll, but its whole body is pitch black and cold, its whole body is covered with evil runes, and its eyes are narrowed into the eyes of needles, and Zhan shines with a cold light, staring at Yang Changan with horror.

Just listen to it sneer:

"Poor imps like me need human bodies to live in the sun, which is inferior to demons.

However, Yang Changan is the first person in Tianwu County, and his luck is monstrous, which makes me very satisfied.

A few days ago, I secretly blew the yin wind, which made him catch the wind cold, and at this time, his yin qi entered the body, and the yang qi weakened, which was a good opportunity to possess the body.

This time he will requisition his body, take his luck, and enjoy the glory and wealth that he should enjoy.

When the raw rice is cooked and the rice is ripe, I won't blame my mother. ”

The cold doll with black gas all over her body smiled, her face was hot, as if she had seen the most delicious food in the world, and she was salivating.

The next moment, it waved its ghost claws and floated towards Yang Changan in the air.

"It turns out that this powerful ghost killed Yang Changan? It wants to possess an adult and replace it?"

Yang Chang'an felt a chill down his spine, which shocked the words and deeds of this ghost thing.

Seeing the ghost baby floating with her yin teeth exposed, Yang Changan was very frightened, but he was also very calm, and when he turned around, he took out the "Theory of Strategy" from his arms, slapped it in the air, opened it, and read it leisurely.

"Ah, it's not good, Haoran's breath!"

"The Theory of Strategy" opened, and Yang Changan, who was in the state of the dark eye, saw that there was a brilliant golden light in the book, and the dark ghost baby was swept by the golden light, and with a strange scream, it was smoked on the wooden wall like a fly, and the black smoke on his body was rising, and his body was actually shrunk out of thin air.

hit a sentence: Haoran is righteous and sweeps away evil ghosts, and sweeps away every inch of ghosts.

Seeing such an effect, Yang Changan suddenly had confidence.

"Wow, yes, careless. This human Confucian is so powerful, and just the words he writes contain such a powerful aura that it hurts my body. ”

The ghost baby's eyes were about to split, and the fierce light in her pupils was even more fierce.

"Between heaven and earth, righteousness lasts forever, and there is no evil spirit. Ghosts are doing it, people are watching, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end......"

Yang Changan held the book and chattered, walked around the house, his eyes squinted, and walked quietly towards the ghost baby.

"There are three strange suns, moons and stars in the sky, and the ghosts and gods are terrifying, if there are fierce ghosts coming, the breath of Haoran will not stop......"

"It's almost late autumn, why are there still mosquitoes?"

"Smack!"

"Wow wow!"

"Buzz buzz!"

"Smack!"

"Wow wow!"

"Wow, wow, wow, how do you feel like this kid is chasing me? Can he see me? Impossible. The ghost baby screamed angrily, and was whipped by Haoran's breath.

The ghost's eyes were wide open, and the ghost's claws were dancing wildly, as if he was going to tear Yang Changan apart.

If ordinary people saw this appearance of teeth and claws, they would definitely be scared half to death.

Even Yang Changan was stunned for a while.

"This little ghost is so alive, so fast, it can't cover it at all. ”

Yang Changan suppressed his beating heart, his mind changed, and he said secretly: "No, I can't let it detect the purpose of killing it, and I can only worry about it if I think about it." The ghost has a strong sense of revenge, and if it goes to harm Aunt Liu, it will suffer. ”

After all, he can't protect them all the time, but if he lets this little ghost here, he is seeking skin with the tiger, which is extremely dangerous.

In fact, he has a deeper level of jealousy, that is, the mother in his mouth.

After some weighing, although he couldn't be killed, he still had to be punished.

You have to let it know that it's difficult, you have to tell it that you're not to be messed with, you have to let it leave obediently.

"Smack!"

"Wow wow!"

"Buzz!"

"Smack!"

"Wow wow!"

"Damn, this mosquito has smacked me nine times, I'm going to eat you. Countless black qi churned on the ghost baby's body, like boiling water, which showed how annoyed and angry it was in its heart.

I saw a wisp of black gas like the tip of a needle, shooting out of its mouth and inserting it straight into the mosquito's body.

In an instant.

A wisp of white gas entered the imp's mouth along the tip of the black needle, and the mosquito rolled its eyes, as if it was seriously ill, and it fell to the ground with no energy.

Yang Changan was shocked when he saw it, if this little ghost gave him such a shot, then what would it do?

But...... Obviously, this little ghost was afraid of the "Theory of Divine Strategy" in his hand, and did not dare to approach, even if a wisp of black gas floated close, it would be melted into smoke.

It's a pity that "Yang Changan" didn't know that there were ghosts hidden in the house before, and if he knew, he would definitely use "The Theory of God" to exorcise ghosts.

Because this was written by the Chaoshang scholar Fu Tianqiu, a generation of Confucianism, righteous and heroic, one word can calm the world, and one book can kill ghosts and evils.

That's what he believes.

Pity!

After all, he didn't have the power of the ghost, and he couldn't see the things of the netherworld.

It is not possible to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

Yang Changan sighed in his heart, and started to be more ruthless.

The little ghost was frustrated again and again, and fear appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, Yang Changan sat down quietly, faced the little ghost, closed the "Theory of Strategy", put it on the table, and pretended to rest.

I saw that the ravaged little imp had anger in his mouth and immediately roared.

The ghost is full of anger, and the resentment is rising.

A pitch-black needle tip spat out of his mouth, trying to pierce Yang Changan's eyebrows and suck all his essence.

At this moment, Yang Changan suddenly picked up the book, opened it with a "pop", and then closed it with a "snap", instantly locking the ghost's sharp mouth.

The terrible scream of "Ahhh

Yang Changan quietly glanced at the black qi that was cowering in the corner of the wall, although its facial features were gone, but Yang Changan could feel its pain from the violently shaking black qi.

The ghost baby was unprecedentedly vigilant and never dared to approach again.

Yang Changan saw its movements and knew that it would be difficult to shoot it again, but the purpose of making it afraid had been achieved, and he smiled secretly in his heart, but said quietly on the surface: "Forget it, it's a little late, let's see it tomorrow." ”

Closing the book, he went to bed.

Of course, books are not left in your hand, which is the quality that a reader should have.

"Woo!"

The black gas turned by the ghost baby swirled for a while, and there was a howl of ghosts crying wolves inside, as if the ghosts of hell were roaring.

The ghost baby was frightened and frightened, and it was so damaged by the sudden attack just now that it couldn't even do a simple transformation.

It tried hard to turn its eyes into eyes, staring at Yang Chang'an, the black gas in its pupils beating like flames, full of coldness, evil, and resentment, only listening to it speak faintly:

"He seems to be able to see me?

No, could it be his luck?

Niangniang once said that some human beings have unparalleled luck, but they are the reincarnation of sages, and their natural luck is invincible, and demons and monsters can not harm him.

Is this kid Yang Changan such a character?"

The little ghost reined in all the churning black qi, thinking that Yang Changan became a child at the age of ten, a Xiucai at the age of fifteen, and a high school man at the age of twenty-one, he was simply unparalleled.

Thinking like this, I strengthened my guess.

The next moment.

With a "whew", it passed through the crack in the door and left Yang Changan's room with great reluctance.

Yang Changan quickly got up, and caught a glimpse of the little ghost floating into the sky from the gap, blending into the darkness, and flying into the distance, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know where the imp was going, and he didn't want to know.