As soon as the white tiger swallowed the evil ghost that was fixed by the immobilization charm into his mouth, he heard Zhou Xiaoliu say about the skill, it quickly chewed it twice casually and swallowed the evil ghost, licked its teeth again, and made sure that there was no taste in its mouth, before turning his head and asking: "What skill?

Zhou Xiaoliu stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a needle!"

The white tiger shook his head and said, "How could I have that kind of thing? By the way, didn't you learn to embroider purses before? ”

Zhou Xiaoliu looked into the storage ring, and sure enough, he found a few embroidery needles left over in a pile of flower bandages.

She looked at the tangled threads on the flower bandage again, and was seriously suspicious of the information that appeared in her head.

With such a technique, can you really sew up a broken soul?

Skipping over the stumps and severed arms and the torn ghosts that could still wail, Zhou Xiaoliu stopped in front of the little gray clothes.

The little gray clothes were torn in two by the waist, and the body that was broken into two has begun to blur, and the three souls and seven spirits have a tendency to be separated.

No matter what, try it, it's a dead horse anyway, what if it's cured?

Zhou Xiaoliu squatted up, stretched his hands to his chest, palms facing each other, and after posing, he recited a strange mantra according to the information in his head: "Winding around, winding the thread, circle after circle, winding out the thread to gather the soul......"

Seeing that her posture was inexplicably familiar, Baihu thought about it, and then remembered that Zhou Xiaoliu used to help her third sister Zhou Xiaoxian wrap yarn This is the action.

Is this addictive? Or do you think Zhou Xiaoxian knitted less sweaters and pants for her?

It was just about to open its mouth to complain, but saw that circles of gray silk threads really appeared on Zhou Xiaoliu's originally empty hands, and under the action of her left hand and right hand, the silk threads automatically became a ball, and changed from gray to inky black.

The white tiger took a closer look, and after this look, it realized that these gray silk threads were the ghost qi that Zhou Xiaoliu extracted from the sea of knowledge. These ghostly qi were processed by her movements and spells before they turned into black threads.

Zhou Xiaoliu finished pumping the ghost qi in the sea of knowledge, and took out the ten thousand ghost flags that he "borrowed" from Yang Zhu, and continued to extract the ghost qi from the ten thousand ghost flags.

When it was time to finish the work, Zhou Xiaoliu couldn't help but stumble, and the white tiger wanted to step forward to help her, she shook her hand and said, "No, it'll be fine after a while!

White tiger:...... I thought you had lost too much ghost energy to be like this, but it turned out that you were just squatting?

As soon as Zhou Xiaoliu stretched out her hand, the black thread hanging in front of her automatically flew into her hand, she walked to the upper half of the body of the little gray cloth, and said to the white tiger: "Drag him the lower half over!" As she spoke, she took out an embroidery needle, threaded the end of the black thread ball into the needle hole of the embroidery needle, and stabbed it at the fracture of the upper half of the body of the little gray cloth.

The originally scattered three souls and seven spirits gathered in an instant, and the little gray clothes who had long been out of breath suddenly opened their mouths and screamed: "Whew! It hurts!"

"You give me back my little gray coat!"

"You pay me back...... Little gray?"

The City God, who was still beating the last evil ghost, heard the voice of the little gray cloth, stopped his hand with an incredulous look, and looked in the direction of the upper half of the body of the little gray cloth.

The white tiger dragged the lower half of the little gray clothes, and Zhou Xiaoliu stabbed it again after taking the target, and the little gray clothes screamed again.

Zhou Xiaoliu pricked one needle after another, the little gray clothes screamed one after another, and the people who lived not far from Miaoqian Street all lit up their lights, and they were uneasy.

This...... Turn on the lights, don't you dare to pee/sleep if you don't turn on the lights!

Master Cheng Huang clasped the hand of the little gray cloth and asked, "Venerable Master, why don't you take a numbing medicine?"

Zhou Xiaoliu glanced at him distractedly, and said, "Can you stop arguing all the time, ...... was already crooked, and no matter how noisy she was, she didn't know how to get a needle."

She took the needle and compared it to the left, and then to the right, and stabbed it, uh... It's crooked again!

Alas, the handicapped party can't afford to be hurt!

Lord Chenghuang had no choice but to comfort the little gray clothes and said, "I have thought of a way to relieve the pain! Come, do this with me, inhale...... Exhale...... Hard!"

Little Gray inhales and exhales with tears, but what the hell is this exertion? What does he think he is doing? Give birth to a child? Exert yourself a ghost...... Whew! It hurts even more!

……

Zhou Xiaoliu finished the last stitch, tied the thread, then cut the thread, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "It's finally good!"

After chewing the third evil ghost, the white tiger, who had been rubbing his belly with his paws, turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the little gray clothes had been sewn on Zhou Xiaoliu's body with a circle of tangled threads.

As soon as it wanted to open its mouth, it was ugly, and the ugly line suddenly began to merge into the body of the little gray clothes, and slowly, there was only a shallow black mark on the wound of the little gray clothes.

Well, the great god Nuwa is mighty, and refining a defective stone can actually automatically realize this kind of soul-gathering skill.

Lord Chenghuang couldn't help but touch the wound of the little gray clothes, and said, "There is not even a scar, only this black mark!"

It's so amazing, Lord Chenghuang couldn't help but touch it again and again.

Xiao Gray Yi grabbed his hand, with a cold expression on his face, and said, "Master, I'm not in the mood to ...... today."

"If it's all right, I'll go and catch those ghosts who robbed the incense and candle shop now. The little gray cloth arched his hand towards Zhou Xiaoliu and the white tiger, and after Zhou Xiaoliu nodded, he picked up the soul rope and flew away.

"Grey ......"

Lord Chenghuang withdrew his hand and smiled awkwardly.

Little Gray was angry, blaming him for saying the wrong thing before, in fact, in his heart, Little Gray was not only his only soldier, but also his only partner and friend.

Next time, he'll be sure to get it all said.

Next time? hmm...... There's no next time, so explain it now!

"Gray Yi, you wait a minute!" Chenghuang hurriedly chased after Zhou Xiaoliu and Baihu.

Zhou Xiaoliu touched his nose and said, "Is there something wrong with my sense of smell?" ”

White Tiger: The Basics...... Forgive me for not being a rotten tiger!

A few wailing ghosts crawled towards Zhou Xiaoliu, staring at the black threads condensed by the ghost qi in her hands.

Zhou Xiaoliu: "It hurts!"

Ghosts: "Daxian, we are not afraid!"

Zhou Xiaoliu: "It's ugly!"

Ghosts: "Ugly is used to ugliness, we don't want to be gone!"

"Okay! Idle is idle anyway. Hand over your severed limbs and line up!" Zhou Xiaoliu took out the embroidery needle and threaded the needle.

The ghost in the first place broke his right arm, and Zhou Xiaoliu stabbed it down, and the one-armed ghost let out a terrible cry as expected.

The other one-armed ghost in the back was very sympathetic and comforted it: "It's over with patience, ah, it's good to finish sewing, come on!"

Zhou Xiaoliu picked up an arm and stabbed it with a needle.

"Woohoo woo woo ......"

Zhou Xiaoliu looked at the one-armed ghost lying on the ground with a stunned face, turned his head and said to the one-armed ghost in line: "People don't scream anymore, why are you howling?"

The one-armed ghost in line stretched out his right hand and pointed to the arm in her hand and said, "My ...... Mine!"

"Isn't your right hand there?"

"Daxian, you are holding a left arm in your hand!"

Zhou Xiaoliu looked at the severed limb in his hand: "Really! I said that it always feels misaligned, it turns out that it was taken by mistake!"

Zhou Xiaoliu pinched off the thread, pulled out the broken thread, and said, "This needle is invalid!"

The First One-Armed Ghost: ......