When everyone had left, the fat man and I hurried to prepare while the night was still dark.

The strange things that appear in the coffin can only be said to be petty, and the ghosts in the general inside will not appear in the light during the day, and at night those ghosts who want to get a piece of the pie will haunt in a big way.

I don't know how far that Zhao Gan has done, especially now that he hasn't appeared, I can't help but mutter, what kind of medicine is this guy selling in the gourd.

"Quanzi, can we succeed in doing this?" The fat man kept erecting the paper figures around the grave, connecting the paper figures with red threads, and laying a piece of yellow paper under the feet of each paper figure.

"You also saw it during the day, God doesn't allow this thing to raise your value, and at night the ban will be lifted, and the ghosts from all over the world can haunt unscrupulously to rob the old man's luxury. "I also took out the ink fountain and spread it on the ground, and dripped a drop of my blood at the turning point.

The fat man made a "paper man lock" that can temporarily resist ghosts, and what I did was an "ink line robbery", as long as the ghost is contaminated with the ink line, it will be burned, especially the ink fountain line dripping with yang blood will also increase a lot.

"If you want me to say that we might as well go directly, how can a person like Wang Xiangwen be worthy of our efforts to help him!" The more the fat man spoke, the more angry he became, and he kept complaining.

"Let's do it quickly! Let's do this not for Wang Xiangwen, but for those innocent people, I just thought about it, if we can't resist it, needless to say that those who help will have a catastrophe, after the ban is opened, a hundred ghosts will run rampant, and after devouring the nobility, I am afraid that they will not let go of the people in the surrounding towns and villages. "Although I comforted the fat man, I didn't stop the work on my hands.

Actually, I'm still playing the drums in my heart, if I really fought with ghosts when I faced the faceless female ghost before, I'm afraid this time it's a real fight.

"Fatty, did you take what I told you to take?" I asked the fat man, turning my head.

The fat man smiled and took out a pig-killing knife from behind him: "The pig-killing knife that has been passed down for three generations, it's proper!".

When the horse drove the coffin, I asked the fat man to find this thing, I have twin wooden coffin nails to protect the body, but the fat man is different, he has nothing to protect himself, if he is accidentally possessed, it will be more difficult for me to do it at that time, so let him find something with anger to protect himself.

However, it is very surprising that the fat man's pig-killing knife has been passed down for three generations, and I am afraid that not only the ghosts dare not disturb him, but even the ghosts that are weaker can cause damage.

When we were ready, the fat man and I stood on both sides of the grave, waiting for the things to come.

After waiting for a while, a stone flew from a distance, landed at my feet, rolled and stopped in front of the grave.

"Gold ingots!" The fat man was also startled at first, he was also nervous at this time, but after seeing what was on the ground clearly, both eyes were about to light up.

I stopped the fat man from trying to pick it up, and I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

Where is this gold ingot, this is the money to buy the road!

We all know that ordinary people will burn some before passing through the wilderness, and they also buy road money, wanting to buy those ghosts not to hurt themselves and let them pass safely.

But ghosts also give people money! This time it was to use this gold ingot to give us a benefit, so that we would leave and not disturb them.

But I'm not worried about this ghost's road money, as long as I don't take it, it's fine, but how can it be a gold ingot!

This means that there are big ghosts here!

"Requiem!" I whispered.

The fat man immediately lit the requiem incense on the ground.

A burst of aroma wafted by, and many figures appeared around.

Didn't Zhao Gan clean up the ghosts around him? I secretly said that I wanted something bad.

The ghosts at this time are no less than when we followed Zhao Qian before.

The ghosts wandered around us in a few moments.

I looked at the fat man and immediately jumped into the ink coil.

The ink fountain line is not only good, but it is also extremely easy to use at critical moments.

The ghosts let out a scream as soon as they stepped onto the ink fountain line, and quickly retreated.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

The inkpipe line can burn ghosts, but it can't kill them, so although the cries are miserable, no ghosts leave.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of suona around, and it was "Yin music", that is, the music played when doing white things.

I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but it was all around me.

Yin Lesheng, ghost soldiers appear!

I didn't expect that the ghost who bought us the road money was already a big ghost who could cause the surrounding vision, and I am afraid that he had reached the strength of the Yin Soldier.

Grandpa said that the strength of ghosts can be roughly divided into: ghosts, soldiers, generals, and kings.

The faceless female ghost almost forced me to die before, and I was still in the category of ghosts, but now this ghost has not yet appeared, and it can actually cause yin music to accompany me.

Not only did we hear the sound of Yin Music, but the ghosts around us seemed to be affected, even though they were afraid of the ink lines on the ground, they were still approaching continuously.

The ink lines on the ground suddenly ignited a green ghostly fire, and it seemed that it was about to burn out.

Seeing that things were not good, I quickly nailed the coffin nail to the ink fountain line, and from the position of the coffin nail, the ghost fire suddenly dissipated.

When I saw that it worked, I was relieved.

But a figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

Feet float towards us without touching the ground.

Everywhere he went, the ghosts avoided them in unison.

This ghost is wearing a shroud, although the night is getting darker, but he doesn't seem to want to hide in the dark, but just like this, he appears in your eyes, and he really sees it, especially the tongue that comes out of his mouth droops and shakes at his chin.

Hanged man!

Whether this kind of ghost commits suicide or is hanged by others, the resentment is extremely heavy.

The hanged ghost stood in front of the ink coil and let out a sharp breath: "Ha!"

His voice was indistinct, and he thought it was because the tongue that fell out of his mouth was hindering him, but when the spurts of yin qi from his mouth infected the ink lines on the ground, the entire ink line was like a rubber band that suddenly broke, bounced up from the ground.

The ghosts who had been held back from the outside immediately rushed in.

I used to see Zhao Gan dare to rush up by himself when he faced so many ghosts, but after arriving at me, he actually felt a little scared.

Especially after the ghosts revealed their true faces, the tragic situation on their faces was even more terrifying.

"Fatty, are you afraid!" I asked, plucking up the courage to slam the nail into the face of a ghost, watching the ghost be shaken away by the power of the nail.

"Also... Cheng!" The fat man's voice trembled a little, but he still said stiffly.

There's no way, I'm also afraid, but if I don't make a move, I guess I'll be torn apart by these ghosts, and if the fat man doesn't dare to do anything because I'm afraid, I can't save him.

"Why hasn't that dead face come yet!" came the fat man's trembling voice.

"Leave him alone, the pig-killing knife in your hand is a sharp weapon for killing ghosts, don't be stunned!" I said eagerly.

I'm anxious not because these ghosts want to suppress me with numbers, on the contrary, the twin wooden coffin nails in my hand are very domineering, these ghosts will dissipate almost immediately after being targeted by the coffin nails, but the hanged ghost is standing outside the circle watching this scene, I can't guarantee when he will rush over and hit me by surprise.

After a few rounds of fighting, I found myself getting used to the ghosts, and I wasn't scared anymore.

These ghosts also saw that the coffin nail in my hand was domineering, and gradually gathered around the fat man.

I shot away the last ghost in front of me and was about to save the fat man, and as soon as I turned my face, I saw the face of the hanged man appear in front of me.

A fishy smell rushed to my nose, and my stomach immediately turned over and tried to vomit.

But my hands were not idle, and the coffin nails were hit in front of this ghost in an instant.

In this moment, I actually saw a smile on the face of the hanged man.

But I didn't have time to stop.

I suddenly felt like I was riding a slimy and cold thing on my wrist.

Without thinking about it, I knew it was his tongue.

The nail in my coffin had reached his door at this time, but the hanged ghost swooped back, and the whole tongue was actually pulled out two feet long, and my coffin nail was used as a dagger, because there was only this one, and I did not dare to excite it easily, so that not only did I not hit him, but he also restrained the hand holding the coffin nail.

What's even more terrifying is that his tongue is actually going down my wrist, and after a while, it wraps around my entire arm, and the cold on my arm is terrible at this time.

I couldn't even imagine the way this guy's tongue wrapped around my whole body along my arm, and a feeling of nausea arose.

I jerked my right foot back, my strength from my heel to my wrist, and finally threw the nail out through my wrist.

The nail of the coffin was still there, and it was nailed to the tongue of the hanged ghost, and the peach willow twin wood on it immediately worked, and as soon as the hanged ghost's mouth was closed, the whole tongue fell off.

The tongue on my arm was also weak, and I pulled the long tongue out in nausea.

Although the tongue lost its strength, it still twisted on the ground a few times before turning into black smoke and disappearing, leaving only the coffin nails still on the ground.

Then the hanged man opened his mouth, and another tongue sticked out.

But apparently he sensed that his tongue was useless, and his hands stretched forward into claws.

The nail was still on the ground, and I immediately threw myself at it.

Not to be outdone, the hanged ghost pounced with his claws outstretched.

However, I grabbed the nail of the coffin first, and quickly turned around with all my might, just in time to meet the front of the hanged man.

I pressed my thumb against the bottom of the nail and plunged straight into the hanged man's chest.

The hanged man was about to press on me, but he was stimulated by the coffin nail and jerked himself back, pulling me up with him.

As soon as I let go of my hand, I was thrown out.

And the fat man is like a divine help at this time, chasing those weak ghosts and running around, and the pig-killing knife in his hand is dancing like a tiger, although it seems to have no strength.

"Fat man, beware!" I cried out, for it was the fat man's back where the hanged man had flown over.