Xian Luo had just walked to the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly his arm tightened, and he was pulled back a few steps, and his back hit a wall of flesh, this person was Fu Jialan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where are you going?" Fu Jialan's voice was a little cold.

"Didn't you hear the song?" said Slim tilted his head, the beautiful song still echoing in the mountains.

"Nope. ”

"Strange, you can't hear it, I hear it!" was a little stunned.

"We can't see what you can see. ”

Fu Jialan's singing voice that they couldn't hear, that is to say, the one who sang was not a person!

As he spoke, he grabbed Fu Jialan's arm and hurriedly ran into the mountain, leaving Zhang Yuan and the others who were chasing him behind.

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The beautiful and moving song echoed in the silent snowy night, and a man walked towards the song with bare feet. The man's eyes were dull and his expression was stiff, like a puppet pulling strings, at the mercy of the song.

After a long trek, the man's feet were already red and blackened from the cold, but he didn't feel anything, just approached the girl in red sitting across the tree.

The girl was wearing a red skirt, only five or six years old, her face was very white and her lips were very red and red, as if she had wiped blood. The white skin and bright lips are placed on the same face, which makes this childish face look strange and gloomy, coupled with the black hair that reaches to the heels, this girl is like a puppet in a ghost show, delicate but stiff and terrifying.

She was still singing, and the man was getting closer and closer to her, and finally stopped at her feet, and stood quietly in the snow waiting for the girl's 'command'.

The girl was very satisfied with the man's 'obedience', and her small body slipped like paper, floating down from the towering tree, floating around the man, and finally hovering in front of the man, carefully studying the man in front of her.

The man is about thirty years old, ordinary in appearance, less than 165 in height, and tends to be a thin and small man, with dark blue eyes and a sallow face that is overindulgent. Such a man seemed to dislike the girl very much, his deep eyes flashed a cold light, raised his little hand and used his sharp nails to cut a few bloody cuts on the man's neck, and then let the blood roll out, staining the man's thin clothes.

Although it was controlled by the girl, the man's mind was still clear, and he felt the blood constantly flowing from his body, the man's originally dull eyes were dyed with horror, and the muscles on his face trembled and trembled because of the struggle.

The girl took the man's panicked and helpless eyes into her eyes, her dark eyes glowed scarlet, and she was happy to see the man's desperate eyes.

Appreciating the ugliness of the man's struggle, the girl opened her blood-red mouth, revealing the long fangs in her mouth, and bitten down on the arteries in the man's neck. Sharp teeth punctured the veins, and blood splattered and dripped on the white snow. The man's flesh flowed into the girl's mouth at a visible speed, and was gobbled up by the girl and sent into the stomach. The man's eyes turned white, his body stiffened and tensed due to rapid blood loss, and his already thin body gradually became thinner.

Xian Luo pulled Fu Jialan to run wildly in the direction of the sound, falling and falling all the way, and finally she arrived at the scene and saw this bloody scene.

Fu Jialan only glanced at it, then determined the girl's identity, pulled Xianluo behind her, and advised: "This is a ghost baby, flexible and fierce, you be careful." ”

"What are you going to do?" Xian Luo hurriedly grabbed Fu Jialan, "Let's wait for Uncle and them to come over before we act!"

"It's too late, I'll hold her back, you save people. After saying that, Fu Jialan broke away from Xianluo's hand, pulled out the silver sword from his coat, and quickly rushed towards the ghost baby who was forgetful.

Fu Jialan's movements are very fast, and her swordsmanship is also very accurate, and when she comes up to aim at the head of the ghost baby, she will cut it down with a sword, fast and ruthless. In the end, the ghost baby was profound, and he discovered it as early as when Fu Jialan swung his sword, and with the same flexible body, he flipped backwards in the air to narrowly avoid Fu Jialan's blow.

A sword missed, Fu Jialan's momentum did not decrease by half a point, and continued his offensive, forcing the ghost baby to retreat. And this angered the ghost baby, and after screaming strangely, he got into a fight with Fu Jialan.

Xianluo took advantage of Fu Jialan's still upper hand, so she quickly slipped over to check the man's situation, but unexpectedly, as soon as she touched the man's body, the man fell headlong into the snow and lost his breath.

Xian Luo's heart was not good, so he quickly pulled the man out of the snow, and at this time, the man had no pulse, and the flesh and blood on his body were sucked to pieces, leaving only a crumpled layer of skin to cover the bones, his eyes were round and open, and he was not blind.

Sera sighed lightly, feeling pity for him in his heart, but when he thought of the evil deeds of the villagers, that pity disappeared immediately. The reincarnation of heaven and the injustice of many deeds have their own retribution. There is no one who is the most pitiful, and no one is the most hateful.

Fu Jialan's battle continued, the two sides that were originally equal in strength and drums quickly separated from each other, no matter how powerful Fu Jialan was, he was only a human being after all, how could he defeat the ghost baby born of shocking anger and resentment by relying on swordsmanship alone? After eating so many people, this ghost baby's Taoism is not a joke.

Seeing that Fu Jialan was gradually showing signs of being unable to resist, Xian Luo was so anxious, she was in a hurry to go out just now, and she didn't bring anything except this spiritual power. Without tools, many spells that work against ghost babies can't be cast at all. Now that time is pressing, and it is too late to set up a formation, she can only try to attack with her soul, if she can shake the spirit of the ghost baby, it will be great. But it's extremely dangerous, but Hiro can't care about that much.

Concentrating on his strength, Xianluo made a handprint, and was about to urge the spiritual power to unlock the seal on his body, Fu Jialan, who was still in the battle situation, immediately sensed Xianluo's intentions, and his phoenix eyes were instantly cold as ice, and he took advantage of the gap between dodging an attack and angrily scolded at Xianluo: "Long Xianluo, is your IQ negative?"

Xian Luo was yelled at by him, his hand shook, and the aura gathered immediately dissipated, and Fu Jialan was also distracted by the battle situation, and was scratched on the arm by the sharp nails of the ghost baby, penetrating the thick clothes and scratching a few bloody cuts on his hand.

Fu Jialan was injured unexpectedly, Xian Luo screamed in fright, she didn't dare to act rashly, and thought in her mind about the formation that could effectively control the ghost baby, but after thinking about it for a long time, she realized that her formation and spells were really powerful, and the strength was even beyond Fu Jialan's reach, but her formations and spells took time, there was not enough time, she met a powerful character alone, and she might not even have the ability to protect herself.

This time, she saw her own incompetence and inadequacy.

Still in a hurry, a fiery dragon burst through the sky, circled the sky several times, and swooped down on the ghost baby with a roar that swept through thousands of armies.

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Rabbit will post some of the classic comments of book friends in the future, so that everyone can enjoy and discuss. In addition, some comment rabbits who ask questions will also pop up if they don't answer directly, trying to let other book friends answer.

Today, what I want to po is the comment of the classmate of 'You are my right world' to Li Xingui: I have never denied the theory of ghosts and gods, and this kind of identity is not in feudalism, not in faith, but in people's sins. In the face of their sins, some choose to repent, some choose to let go, some choose to make amends, and some choose to forget. However, everything is in order, and everything has a cause and an effect. In the world of the Archives of the Removal of Spirits, a mistake is a mistake, and no one can escape punishment, which is the power of ghosts and gods.

(Thank you for the coffee bitterness, the recommendation ticket of Mo Dye Fenghua.) ）