"Click!"

There were two crisp bone-shattering sounds, and the female ghost's wrist was crushed. He didn't let her go like that, he quickly shuttled between the arms of the female ghost, and reached out to hit her neck.

The female ghost roared, and her face became hideous and terrifying in an instant, and the flesh peeled off her face, leaving only the white bones of the forest, and her hair instantly withered like weeds.

The long-sleeved 'flutter' broke in two, but it was the female ghost who abandoned her arms to escape for her life, and the female ghost hid to the side, and only half of the fabric was left on the two arms that fell down, and the bottom of the cloth was empty, and there was a pile of white powder at the feet of the boiled one.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound, and the female ghost's arms grew back, but the new arms had no flesh, and they were the same as the face, only white bones.

Could it be that this is a bone spirit?

"I haven't offended you, why are you here to harm me?" the female ghost asked eeriely.

Shitaki said coldly: "Is there still a reason for the deity to kill you a thousand-year-old female ghost who has done a lot of evil?"

"You're not human, who are you!" the female ghost's voice was already full of fear, and she gradually realized that she couldn't afford to mess with it.

"His name is Boil, and he is a god. At this time, a warm and laughing voice sounded, it was Ying Xiaochuan himself.

At this time, he was being suppressed by the domineering fairy soul of Boiling, and he had no right to use his body, so he could only become a bystander, quietly watching how Boiled Rose tortured the thousand-year-old female ghost.

"Immortal!" the female ghost suddenly changed, turned around and ran.

"Want to run?"

Boiling Taki stretched out his hand to mold his back, and out of nowhere, he pulled out a bone whip with white bones, threw it forward, and immediately trapped the female ghost. Boil Taki's hands were sealed, and a ghost-making spell was recited in his mouth, only to see the female ghost kneeling down in pain, and her body was dyed with three flavors of true fire, and with the sound of Boil chanting the mantra, the fire became more and more intense, completely melting the female ghost.

The bone whip was suspended in mid-air, dragging a black thick fog in front of Boil, and with a stroke of his hand, the fog disappeared, and the bone whip disappeared.

Immediately after, Ying Xiaochuan felt that his body was empty, and the sense of weightlessness returned, and he stood in front of him, staring at him coldly.

At this time, the three demons also ran over from the stone to express their condolences to the situation.

Ying Xiaochuan touched his neck strangely and asked, "Is the female ghost dead?"

"Dead. ”

"By the way, where did the whip you used just come from?" didn't hold back his curiosity, Ying Xiaochuan still asked.

Boiltaki grinned, "Oh, you're asking about braids." I didn't have a weapon in my hand just now, so I pumped your spine and used it, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Ying Xiaochuan: "......"

Seeing Ying Xiaochuan's frightened expression, he laughed very easily, "I lied to you." ”

Ying Xiaochuan: "...... mmp！”

Boiling: "What did you say?"

Ying Xiaochuan: "I said, you're awesome. ”

"Hmph, that's nature. Hurry back and draw shoes for the deity, and my feet are dying of pain. After speaking, he turned his head and walked back.

Ying Xiaochuan glanced at the moon that had hidden in the clouds again, and let out a long sigh of relief. It's so good that I'm finally going to send this ancestor away.

……

The mountain roads at night are more difficult to walk than the mountain roads during the day.

I walked for an hour and a half during the day, but I walked for three hours at night, which was twice as long.

The injury on my foot was more than double that of the trip I to.

He rubbed his ankle and stepped on the empty ankle, and his face was very stinky. But because he himself had to come back in a hurry, there was no place to vent the fire.

Ying Xiaochuan took out the bottle from the peeping mirror, poured some fairy water into the water cup, and then said, "Big guy, you put the resentment of the female ghost in." ”

With a wave of his hand, the thick black resentment puffed into the water, and the black mist slowly bloomed in the pure fairy water, like an irregular ink painting.

Suddenly, the water in the cup boiled, gurgling and bubbling, and the water cup continued to stir and collide with the walls of the cup. Ying Xiaochuan's face changed suddenly, and he hugged the curiosity that poked his head away, and stepped back, "Be careful!"

"Boom!"

The glass exploded and split in all directions.

Sitting on the sidelines, he lowered his head and dealt with the wound on the center of his foot: "......"

He calmly wiped the glass slag off his face with his hand, and looked at Ying Xiaochuan with a gloomy face.

Ying Xiaochuan put down all the colors, picked up a piece of black ink on the ground, put it in front of his eyes, and said happily: "This is the ink made by that resentful ghost." ”

The haze on his face was swept away, and he looked at this piece of ink solemnly, as if staring at something important.

Ying Xiaochuan said: "I'll go and study ink for you right away, you can go into the painting." After speaking, he beckoned to the other three demons, "Hongzhong, take the painting." Get rich, you go and get the inkstone. All the same, ready to grind the ink. ”

The three demons immediately got busy.

Hongzhong took out the picture scroll in the box again and spread it on the table. Facai hurriedly walked out, and after a while, he brought in an inkstone. He jumped onto the table, put the fairy water and ink blocks into the inkstone and began to grind the ink.

After boiling into the painting, Ying Xiaochuan took out the brush, dipped it on the inkstone, and then began to paint.

A pair of lifelike shoes jumped on the paper, and Ying Xiaochuan hooked the last corner and put down the pen.

The scene that appeared at the auction site on the day appeared on the scroll again, and in the four pairs of expectant eyes, the scroll swallowed the ink and remained on it forever.

Seeing this, Ying Xiaochuan's hanging heart completely fell and he breathed a sigh of relief.

A fine light flashed in front of him, and Boiled Reappeared in front of him. At this moment, with a new pair of gold-rimmed boots on his feet, he walked back and forth a few steps, quite satisfied.

"Big Guy, are the new shoes still comfortable to wear?"

"Hmm. He raised his eyebrows with dignity: "Although it is not as good as the ones worn by the deity in the fairy world, it is also ...... It's okay. ”

Ying Xiaochuan: "Hehe." ”

"You seem to be very unhappy with the deity?"

Ying Xiaochuan: "No, hehe means, it's good if you're satisfied." ”

Boiling rose and waved his sleeves, "The deity is going back to heaven." ”

"You please. ”

Boiling smiled slightly and swaggered out. His figure disappeared into the shadows as quickly as it had last time.

"The fairy is finally gone......" Hongzhong wiped his sweat and said.

"yes. ”

"When the gods were there, I could always appreciate Alexander, and I lived like a year. When he finally left, my heart became lighter. Fa Cai muttered.

"yes. ”

Thankfully, he was finally gone. ”

"yes. ”

Ying Xiaochuan responded to three in a row, yes.

After a pause, he remembered something: "I have to go back to school too, there are two classes tomorrow morning." ”