Frowning slightly, Ming Chuan said, "Maybe I'm wrong." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" he said, turning around.

At the moment when he turned his head, the dark shadow revealed his form again.

Ming Chuan had been paying attention to the scene over there, and at this time he immediately turned around and rushed in the direction of the black shadow with his head down.

His speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the side of the well, and Pan Shi on his side didn't even have time to react, and when he came back to his senses, Ming Chuan had already disappeared in front of him.

When he came to the side of the well, Ming Chuan didn't care about anything else, his right hand was quickly raised, and a piece of rune paper that he had prepared before was thrown towards the persimmon tree.

The soft rune paper looked like a thin sharp blade when it flew rapidly, slicing through the air and flying quickly towards the persimmon tree and the pressure well.

Under the puzzled gaze of Gao Shanjing and Pan Shi, the flying rune paper actually stopped in the empty air.

There was obviously nothing, but the rune paper seemed to hit something and stuck to the air.

Pan Shi thought that he couldn't see it, but he soon discovered that Gao Shanjing's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly also showed the same doubt.

Didn't even this guy see what was there? Pan Shi felt a balance in his heart for a moment.

But then, the look on Gao Shanjing's face turned into surprise, and he stared in the direction of the well.

Pan Shi curiously turned his gaze back.

Originally, he thought that he would not see anything, but he found that behind the well, near the direction of the persimmon tree, there was a cloud of black gas slowly converging. And the rune paper that Ming Chuan threw just now had to be inserted in the middle of the black gas.

"What's that?" Pan Shi's face turned a little pale, and he unconsciously remembered the night before.

"I don't know. Gao Shanjing still stared at his narrow eyes, staring ahead without blinking, and muttered, "To be sure, that isn't an ordinary ghost. ”

"Corpse gas. At some point, Qin Hong revealed her figure, floating on Gao Shanjing's side, and her expressionless face was also staring at the same place.

"Corpse gas?" Gao Shan Jing first expressed his doubts, "Isn't corpse qi only visible on corpses?"

Corpse gas is not ghost gas, it does not have any energy, it is a tangible gas, with a strong foul smell, it is a gas with a very special composition that can only be produced by rotting corpses.

Gao Shanjing didn't smell any corpse stench, but Jing Hong suddenly came out with these two words.

"The feeling of that black gas is like corpse gas. Jing Hong explained simply.

What kind of feeling is that? Although Gao Shanjing was puzzled, he didn't ask. Because he knew that even if he asked, Qin Hong would not give him a satisfactory answer.

Now it is certain that the black qi is not a ghost, and the one who appears there is not a ghost.

When Gao Shanjing and Qin Hong had a simple conversation, the black qi had gradually condensed and formed.

After a while, not to mention Gao Shan Jing and Jing Hong, even Pan Shi could see the shape of the black qi.

It was the outline of a small child, a thin figure composed of extremely thin black gas, and although it looked like a child's body, it lacked the details of the appearance such as facial features and hair.

Ming Chuan stood next to the black qi, and in his eyes, the black qi gradually turned into an entity, and became the appearance of the little ghost he had been looking for.

It has a thin body, dirty skin and hair, and delicate facial features, but the eyes, which are so black that you can't see any whites of the eyes at all, and are also big abnormalities compared to its cheeks.

The little ghost stood under the persimmon tree, staring at him coldly with those strange eyes, without a trace of emotion.

It looks like some kind of reptile.

Ming Chuan couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Finally found you. As he spoke, Ming Chuan took out the talisman paper and the net bell from his pocket, and his hair and eyes turned gray and white.

It's the first time that Gao Shan Jing has seen Mingchuan's appearance change, although he has heard his father Gao Shan Yu mention it before, but the feeling of seeing it with his own eyes is always more impactful than hearing about it. He held the elbow of his right hand with his left hand, and touched his chin with his right hand, looking very interested.

Ming Chuan ignored Gao Shanjing and Pan Shi, took out the enchantment talisman and dripped blood on it, throwing it at the little ghost's side.

The rune paper fell to the ground, enclosing the imp in the middle.

The little ghost lowered his head with some confusion and looked around him, as if he didn't understand what Mingchuan was doing.

Ming Chuan didn't give it time to understand the efficacy of these runes, and directly shook the net bell.

The barrier shimmered with a dark red sheen, and then, a faint reddish transparent barrier rose from the ground, forming a closed semicircle that locked the imp inside.

"That's amazing. Gao Shan Jing praised, "There is neither a mantra nor a seal, so the spell is directly activated, and the effect seems to be better than that of using the spell." ”

Could this guy be using ghost qi to activate the spell? Gao Shan Jing squinted at Ming Chuan's side face, revealing a thoughtful look.

Seeing that he was locked in a dark red transparent barrier, the little ghost looked a little dazed and at a loss, and turned his head to look left and right, as if he didn't know what to do.

Ming Chuan stared at this little ghost and asked coldly, "What are you?" He was more curious about the true identity of this little ghost than anything else.

When he first saw it, he thought that this little ghost was just an ordinary ghost, and he could feel a faint ghost, but there was no malicious intent. Later, after the old man Zhang and the woman in the archive died, he thought that this little ghost was a ghost, but every time he met, he couldn't feel the strong ghost aura on the ghost.

And today, he didn't even feel the slightest hint of ghostly energy. What the hell is going on with this little ghost?

The little ghost heard Mingchuan's question, raised his head, stared at him with those strange eyes, and then stepped forward.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan frowned, holding the net bell in his hand, and remained vigilant.

What does this guy want to do? What special abilities does he have?

Before he could think about it, the imp was already walking forward.

The dark red barrier was not too big, and the edge was only two steps away from the imp, and the imp quickly reached the border, but it did not stop and continued to walk forward.

Then, in front of Ming Chuan, the little ghost walked through the barrier and walked out.

The barrier formed by the barrier has no effect on it. Thinking of this, Ming Chuan couldn't help frowning. (To be continued.) )