readx;? Ghosts, the dead who do not want to enter reincarnation, are drawn in most texts that describe them as the opposite of the living. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Ye, who threw out the blood of Pudu Cihang, originally planned to lure a few little monsters to brush, but as if he had just taken a god's work, the temperature in the cemetery suddenly dropped from above zero to below zero.

This is only possible when a large number of or high-quality ghosts appear.

The latecomer, who had repelled the ragged ghost at the beginning, knelt down respectfully on the edge of the jade bottle, a pattern of behavior that made Mo Ye's eyelids jump.

Having fought with zombies, zombies, and giant corpses, he has always subconsciously regarded these low-level monsters as low-IQ existences, and it is only now that he remembers that the ghosts in the East retain the wisdom and memories of their lives.

If you were a beggar in life, it is estimated that it will not be much better after death.

If he was an emperor during his lifetime, he is estimated to still be able to hug and shout after death.

"Did you pick the wrong place......?"

The deceased buried here are all figures with heads and faces in their lifetime, and if they become ghosts, surely some of the things they cared about in life will still be preserved after they become ghosts, right?

Such as loyal dogs, such as pretentious natural oppression.

Mo Xie fixed his eyes, and he saw a carriage coming from a distance.

There were six horses, each of them strong and powerful, but the blood-red eyes betrayed their identity.

The car is a golden car, and the whole body is gold, which reminds Mo Xie of the golden tent of Pudu Cihang.

The Son of Heaven uses eight horses, and those who dare to use six horses should be princes.

Since he is a prince, he naturally will not only use the pomp of a carriage and horse.

A team of men and horses followed behind the carriage, and the first two horsemen protected the carriage in the middle, wearing armor and holding spears, both men and horses all had blood-red eyes, but they were two-yuan ghost generals.

Seeing this formation, Mo Xie didn't feel anything, he escaped death from Pudu Cihang's men once, and the second time he faced the enemy face to face, where would he be stopped by this little bit of people with such an experience. But the ragged ghost ronin knelt down directly, no, kneeling down was not enough, it grabbed the ground with its head, as if it wanted to press its face into the mud before it was willing.

The carriage drove until it reached the jade bottle before stopping, and the heavy crowd turned into layers of high walls to surround the tomb where the jade bottle was located.

The golden cart fell to the ground, and the weeds beside the grave that had not yet died in the autumn wind fell one after another, and even the pines and cypresses, which were said to be cold and did not change color, also formed a layer of frost.

A figure stepped out of the golden cart, but it was a scribe in a white shirt, both the clothes it was wearing and the expression on its face were harmless to humans and animals, but at the same time as this figure stepped out of the golden cart, all the ghost soldiers and ghost generals in the field hung their heads and knelt down together.

The white-shirted ghost calmly accepted this bow, and it slowly stepped out of the carriage and went straight to the jade bottle.

"Lord!"

The owner of the carriage and the soldiers who surrounded the carriage were quiet from beginning to end, even the horses pulling the carriage and carrying people were also quiet, and there was not even a single snort from beginning to end.

At this moment, it was not the members of this team who were making noise, but the geists who had knelt on the edge of the jade bottle from the beginning.

"Huh?"

The white-clothed scribe did not speak, for an existence of his status was far more than a thousand gold.

"This treasure was discovered by the villain first, and it was specially dedicated to the lord!"

The ghostly way, flattery, flattery, similar words are used in it at this moment, and there is no place to find it at all.

"Hmm. ”

The white-robed scribe didn't say much, but he stopped and waved.

A soldier rose from the ranks, and a helmet was lifted and handed to the ghost.

"Thank you, thank you, my lord, I, Wang Changji, would like to smear my liver and brain for my lord!"

The ghost took the helmet, and the whole ghost kept kowtowing as if it had turned into a piledriver, and it was a ghost, and if it was a person to do such an action, I was afraid that it would already be bleeding.

However, compared to the flattery of this ghost, the other ghost creature kneeling on one side, that is, the ragged ronin, was just kneeling at the moment, and his whole body was trembling.

"Hmph. ”

The white-clothed scribe glanced at the kneeling ronin, and made a sound in his nose, as if he had understood the nasal voice of the white-clothed scribe and held out a certain helmet, and the ghost pawn who had come out of the queue decisively drew a knife from his side and cut off the ronin's head without hesitation.

The ronin didn't even let out a scream before he ended up in a different place.

People can turn into ghosts after death, but what about ghosts after they die?

The ronin's head rolled twice on the ground, not a single drop of blood coming out of his neck.

Its body and head began to smoke and rise, as if it were about to touch the moon in the sky.

But there is no moon tonight.

So it has no place to go.

As a human being, the world is dangerous; to be a ghost, a ghost is a murderer.

Ronin, who can't even put on shoes, can't have a place in that one.

Is it because of poverty?

Or is it because the knees are too soft?

Mo Xie didn't think about these profound questions, after all, when the ronin appeared on this night and this place, it was doomed to be wiped out, and it didn't really matter who was the one who attacked.

The white-clothed scribe picked up the jade bottle, sniffing at the indescribable fragrance that escaped from the bottle, and narrowed its eyes.

Intoxicated, drunk before drinking.

However, it didn't know that the most important thing it had to do at this moment was to drink the contents of the bottle as quickly as possible, otherwise it might never have a chance to know what the blood of the Great Demon tasted like.

"Sa. ”

A wisp of wind suddenly rose, and the ghost soldiers and ghosts that surrounded the wall on top of each other failed to block the wind.

The white scribe's robe swayed as it swerved its back.

It saw a figure appear outside its formation at some point.

Man is a living person, because the heat emanating from the other person's body can be seen from its perspective.

It was so stunned that it didn't even know that the jade bottle in its hand had fallen to the ground.

Its astonishment is not because it has seen a living person, let alone seeing a living person, but it is a common thing to suck the essence of several living people.

It was amazed at the heat emanating from the living person, or rather the contents of the 'thermal' map it had obtained.

Crimson, utter crimson, from head to toe, all red, the other party seemed to be a walking flame.

It had never seen such a living person, and in general, if anyone's thermal image was like this, it was clear that he was not far from the crematorium.

But its astonishment did not stop there, for it soon saw the crimson man pull out a crimson sword, and a flaming aura rose from both the man and the sword at the same time, accompanied by a faint golden light, scorching to the point of blindness, so dazzling that it was impossible to look at directly.

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