Xuan'er was originally curious, thinking that catching ghosts was fun, but she didn't know what kind of danger there was inside, she only felt that Yang Xianmao had even come over with thousands of troops and horses of the Liao army, how could she be afraid of a ghost? That's why he insisted on letting Yang Xianmao catch the ghost, and when he heard the two Qing soldiers on the road say that the ghost was powerful, he began to retreat, and now, the huge yamen is empty, only the two of them are left, the sun has sunk to the side of the mountain, and the afterglow is also fading in the sky, and the sky is gradually darkening, and I always feel that the cold wind blowing from the back of the spine, I can't help but shiver, and I picked up Yang Xianmao's arm and said: "Big brother, we, where are we hiding? Hurry up and hide, what should we do if the ghost is coming out?"

Yang Xianmao saw that the sky was not completely dark, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, after it gets completely dark for a while, after I use the magic weapon to make two phantom dummies to replace the two of us, we will go under the offering table and hide there, even if the ghost comes, he will not know that we are below." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xuan'er nodded tremblingly and said, "What if that ghost is going to get under the table?"

Yang Xianmao was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Then we have to fight with it." Don't worry, I still have a lot of magic weapons in my pocket, and I still have Yin and Yang True Fire, and that thing can even burn stones, and I don't believe that I can't burn any ghosts. If he dares to provoke me, I will burn his soul with the true fire of yin and yang!"

For the power of Yang Xianmao's Yin and Yang True Fire, Xuan'er had witnessed it with her own eyes, and nodded like a chicken pecking at the moment, and said: "Yes, yes, just use this to deal with it, it's best that he doesn't come to provoke us, and both sides are safe." He said this in a loud voice, as if he wanted to make a deal with a ghost from somewhere.

After a while, it was completely dark, and God seemed to be helping them, there was no moon in the sky, and there were no stars, it should be a cloudy day, so it was pitch black all around, although it did not reach the level of reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, and it could be hazy to see a rough idea if it was close, but it was impossible to see clearly when it was far away, which was just right for them to hide.

So Yang Xianmao whispered to Xuan'er: "Quickly get under the offering table, you go first, and I will come later." ”

Xuan'er agreed, looked around, and then rolled backwards and rolled directly under the offering table. Yang Xianmao immediately played out the magic weapon and summoned a Taoist in a Taoist robe to sit cross-legged on Xuan'er's futon. Then he himself rolled backwards into the offering table, and the moment he entered the offering table, he played another magic weapon and summoned a Taoist who was also wearing a Taoist robe to sit cross-legged on his futon.

This offering table is covered with a thick cloth up to the legs and feet, so hiding underneath is a good place to hide.

When he got into his work, he looked out from under the tent and saw two phantom dummies in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the offering table, as if they had settled down, waiting to catch ghosts. Under the cover of darkness, he could only look at the outline, and his body size was about the same as that of himself and Xuan'er, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Yang Xianmao rolled under the Dharma platform, Xuan'er hugged him tightly, and buried her head involuntarily in his arms. She has become accustomed to this action, as if it is natural that Yang Xianmao is a harbor for her to shelter from the wind and rain.

Yang Xianmao could feel that she was really scared from her trembling body, so he gently patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, telling her not to worry, everything would pass, and the monsters would not find them.

But as soon as he said this, his mouth was covered by Xuan'er's cold soft wattle. She said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't speak, the ghost doesn't know when it will come." ”

So neither of them spoke. Time passed little by little, until midnight, and they thought that the time when the ghost was most likely to appear, but the ghost did not appear.

The spirit was highly tense, and the tense heart lasted until the second half of the night, and gradually Xuan'er relaxed her mood. Maybe they shouldn't worry too much at all, because the ghost might not show up that night.

At this time, Xuan'er's heart was put down, she was originally hugging Yang Xianmao tightly and burying her head in his arms, but now, she was just leaning on Yang Xianmao, and her expression was not very nervous, because she was already feeling sleepy, and her eyelids began to fight. But she tried her best to remind herself not to sleep, otherwise the ghost came, and she took such a big risk and didn't see it, wouldn't it be a pity?

So she beat her spirit and waited silently, and when it was time for the fourth watch, the rooster crowed all over the place.

Yang Xianmao became nervous, because he had heard of the saying that ghosts were most likely to appear when the rooster crowed. Because the period before dawn is the time when people are most easily paralyzed, and it is also the time when people's defense power is the lowest, ghosts can often take advantage of such opportunities to invade people's bodies, seize people's souls to possess them, and control their bodies.

So when he heard the rooster crow, Yang Xianmao was excited. Then, he found that Xuan'er in his arms was already dazed and almost asleep.

Xuan'er is still young and needs to meet the needs of more sleep, and after her spirit relaxes, she soon falls asleep, Yang Xianmao can't bear to disturb her, so she puts her down and lies on the ground.

Yang Xianmao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit up straight, when suddenly, there was a rude laughter outside, which sounded so infiltrating, as if a knife was scraping bones.

Yang Xianmao couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and subconsciously knew that it must be a ghost.

He was very scared, in fact, he didn't want to see what the ghost looked like, but, somehow, the ghost made a god gently lift the corner of the tent, and looked out through the crack in the tent, wanting to see what the ghost looked like.

At this glance, he couldn't help but gasp, but the ghost that appeared turned out to be combed with two braids, long all the way to his waist, and when he turned his face sideways, under the hazy moonlight, what could be seen was his pale face and face without any facial features.

No matter how ugly and terrible a person's facial features are, they are no more frightening than not having them, and now Yang Xianmao really knows this

He almost screamed, but as soon as he thought about it, he immediately shut it in his throat. He could only lie half-lying, holding Xuan'er in his arms with his hands, waiting for the rooster to crow three times before dawn, and then the ghost left, and then he could leave.

But now, the ghost didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and it was probing the two Taoists on the futon.

Yang Xianmao didn't feel the monster outside leaving, so he couldn't help but let go of Xuan'er, gently lifted the corner of the curtain with his hand, and observed carefully. At this glance, his heart could not help but be lifted suddenly, and he saw that the ghost, with its pigtails and no face, was actually behind the dummy on the futon on which he had been sitting, and had been probing to know what was so strange about this thing, that he did not even know it.

The ghost with the pair of pigtails came to the two phantom dummy chiefs lightly, lowered their heads, stared at them with expressionless faces, and then slowly raised their hands, and a dark black aura actually appeared in the palms of their hands, and then exhaled, choking the phantom dummies' necks.

At this moment, the phantom dummy chief shattered into countless pieces with a bang, and the image disappeared.

The ghost seemed to be startled, and immediately floated backwards, floating in the air, back and forth, and then, suddenly, with a rapid speed, slashed at the other phantom dummy, and the illusion shattered into countless with a bang.

After the two phantom dummies were shattered, the ghost floated in the air and froze.

After a while, a diminutive old man walked out of the dark corner of the room, and he walked to the altar suspiciously, and looked around, as if looking for the corpses of the two Taoists who had been killed by the ghosts. But there was nothing on the ground, and he muttered, "Strange, why is there no one?"

At that moment, a hand silently reached out from under the curtain of the offering table, and firmly grasped his ankle. At the same time, a cold air like hell quickly hit his whole body from under his feet, freezing his body firmly and unable to move at all.

This short old man didn't expect that there were still people under the altar table, because he had been paying attention before, and he only saw those two Taoists sitting on the futon, and there was no one else.

And before that, he also secretly observed the arrangement of the altar, and saw with his own eyes that the offering table was empty, there was no one, and under the altar was a solid blue brick floor, and there could be no secret passage, so he couldn't imagine that Yang Xianmao and they would actually put two illusions on the futon, but he was hiding under the offering table.

Because Yang Xianmao was relatively far away when they hid after dark, they could only see faint figures, but they couldn't see specific movements, so Yang Xianmao played two phantom dummies on the futon, but they hid on the offering table, but the little old man didn't find it.

Therefore, when he approached the offering table to search for the corpse on the ground, he carelessly stretched out Yang Xianmao's hand from under the table, grabbed his ankle, and quickly injected the incomparably powerful Xuanyin True Fire into his body, freezing his whole body.

This trick Yang Xianmao had used to restrain the enemy before, it was very convenient, it could freeze people instantly, but it kept his body, heart and brain from freezing, so that people would not die, but their bodies could not move.

Since his mouth and throat were frozen, the old man could not call for help, but just stood stupidly, like a statue.

The hand holding his foot slowly retracted, before, Yang Xianmao had been looking through the gap, and found that this person actually came up to look for the corpses of himself and Xuan'er, indicating that the strong master who was floating in the air and killed the phantom dummy as soon as he came up may have been instructed by him. Since the other party was ruthless, of course Yang Xianmao would not be polite, so when he was close to the offering table, he immediately restrained him.

He can only win by this sneak attack. After he saw in the gap before, the so-called ghost that shot at their phantom could actually float out of the palm of his hand, a dark black aura that only an eighth-level powerhouse had, Yang Xianmao concluded that it was a living powerhouse, not a ghost, because it was impossible for a ghost to have a breath of various colors that only a strong person could have, representing the high and low levels of cultivation.