Through the flames, Ming Chuan saw Pan Shi at the other end, that guy was also smart, and he found a stone wall to hide. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Ming Chuan looking at him, Pan Shi couldn't help but scold: "Why do you want to blow up Lao Tzu?!"

It seems to have been affected by the explosion just now.

Ming Chuan saw that the other party's scolding voice was full of confidence, and knew that Pan Shi was fine, so he didn't pay attention to him anymore and shifted his attention to the flames in the courtyard.

The bright red flame looked extremely hot, and the red was almost fused with the flame when he stood in it, making it difficult to distinguish, and Gao Shanjing's figure had been completely engulfed in the flames, and Ming Chuan couldn't find that guy after looking at it for a long time.

However, he didn't worry about Gao Shanjing's safety, and as the envoy of the Gao Shan family, Qin Hong would not hurt his master.

I just don't know if that imp was killed.

If it was an ordinary ghost, it would definitely not be able to resist this flame of red. But that little ghost is no ordinary ghost, and he still hasn't fully figured out its true identity.

It's better to have an insurance point.

Ming Chuan said secretly in his heart, holding the net bell tightly in his hand.

The large flower version of the defense talisman he was carrying on his body had been used up, and there was only the last one left in the original version of the Gao Shan family, so he held the last talisman in his hand and was ready to attack at any time.

The breeze blew, the flames hunted, and the air around them became hotter and hotter, making the summer even more intense.

After waiting for a while, Qin Hong still had no intention of stopping, and Ming Chuan frowned slightly.

"What's going on?" Mingchuan asked loudly at Jing Hong.

When Qing Hong heard the voice, she turned her head, her handsome face looked very ethereal and illusory in the sea of fire, and her bright red eyes seemed to be almost integrated with the flames.

"I don't know. Jing Hong's voice was still as intonation as before, but it sounded a little confused at this time.

"What about that thing?" asked Akegawa.

"I don't know. Jing Hong shook her head.

"What?" Ming Chuan's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this, "You won't let it run away again, will you?"

"No, it's still there. Jing Hong tilted his head and moved his gaze to the sea of fire in front of him.

"Still?" Ming Chuan frowned, and said secretly in his heart, what does this guy mean that the little ghost is still in the flames?

After all, Jing Hong is not Ying Lan, although the style of speaking is very similar, but he can't communicate with Ming Chuan's mind, so he can't turn around for a while what Zhen Hong wants to express.

"It's still there. Jing Hong nodded, and continued, "I don't know what has become of me now." ”

"Not dead yet?" asked Mingchuan.

"Well, no. There was a tangled and confused expression on her face, as if she was very puzzled by the current state.

It turns out that "I don't know" means "I don't know why the other party hasn't died".

Ming Chuan scratched his hair and said, "You put away the fire a little, and I'll see what the situation is." ”

When Qin Hong heard this, she looked at Ming Chuan blankly, but she didn't take any action.

"Do as he says. Gao Shanjing walked out of the flames and said with a smile.

Ming Chuan turned his gaze to Gao Shanjing's body, and saw that the other party's body was shrouded in a protective barrier, and he did not receive the slightest damage, and he didn't even have a spark on his body.

Ming Chuan only glanced at it and noticed that the other party's barrier was different from the kind of barrier formed by the defense talisman, like an oversized soap bubble, glowing with a faint colorful streamer, looking extremely dreamy.

Is this also the effect of rune paper, or is it a ritual weapon unique to the Takayama family?

It is probably the latter, just like Gao Shanling's gray robe, Gao Shanjing's body also has similar defensive magic weapons.

Ming Chuan thought as he shifted his gaze back to Jing Hong's body.

Sure enough, hearing Gao Shanjing's command, Qin Hong finally made a move.

It raised its right arm and raised it slightly, and the flames in the courtyard weakened as if they had life, and they closed around the middle, and the flames that had originally enveloped the entire courtyard were soon only left in the center of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan moved closer to the flames, stared at it for a while with half-squinted eyes, and asked a little puzzled, "What about that thing?"

"Inside. Qian Hong pointed to the crackling flames and said.

"Inside?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows and leaned a little closer.

The red flames were constantly flying, beating, changing, emitting scorching energy, causing the surrounding air to rise and float. The flames looked slightly twisted around them.

Ming Chuan didn't see anything that seemed to be a ghost, but a black shadow faintly appeared in the bright red, and if you didn't look closely, I thought it was a projection produced when the flames jumped.

That dark shadow is the "dark cloud" from before?

Before he could think about it, he suddenly felt a cold touch at his ankle, followed by a tug, causing him to stagger under his feet and shake his body, as if something was trying to drag him into the fire.

Ming Chuan looked down and found that a pitch-black arm stretched out from the flames, firmly grasped his ankle, and was dragging it hard.

The strength of the other party was great, and his footsteps were pulled and kept moving towards the flames.

Ming Chuan raised his foot and shook it hard, but he couldn't pull his foot out of the other party's hand.

Looking at the pitch-black child-sized palm, he remembered the marks left on the corpse of Old Man Zhang and the dead woman in the archives.

Sure enough, as he had speculated before, the death of those two people was caused by this little ghost.

Just as he was thinking, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the edge of the bright flame, and the black shadow suddenly looked up, revealing a child's face, and its dark eyes looked even more bewitching against the flames.

Ming Chuan was secretly shocked when he saw that little ghost revert to the form of a child, but then realized that the other party was the last residue of energy left after being blown up by himself and then burned by the red flames.

But even the dregs of energy should not be underestimated. In such cases, this last revolt is often more intense, and can erupt with several times more powerful force than usual.

The little ghost's face was black, and it looked a little erratic in the flames, but the eyes were clearly distinguishable.

At this time, those jet-black eyes were staring at him without blinking, and the empty eyes were imprinted with a beating red light, which looked a little weird.

Ming Chuan looked directly into the other party's eyes, and looked even more strange than usual through the flames, like a hollow that could be sucked into it, bottomless.

He felt that his gaze was glued to the other party's eyes, and he couldn't look away for a while.

Everything around him dimmed, and all that was left of his vision was the dancing flames and the two pitch-black hollows. (To be continued.) )