"What is this thing that hurts me to death, little Taoist, you can show me quickly, something is growing in my chest" The storyteller was very frightened, and dragged the little Taoist priest to show himself his chest.

The little Taoist priest said, "You wait first, and I will take a closer look at what is in your chest." As he spoke, he bit his fingertips and wiped them on his eyebrows to open the eyes of the sky, only to see a black egg-sized cocoon in the storyteller's chest beating weakly, like a small heart, and the black thing was a huge condensed power, but in that power was a powerful ghost.

A word suddenly flashed in the little Taoist's head, and he blurted out in shock: "Ghost Cocoon"

The storyteller was stunned, he had told a lifetime of stories, all of which were nonsense, and the cocoon was like the nonsense in his story, but now, the nonsense was growing alive in his chest.

"What the hell is going on," the storyteller asked dreamily, looking confused.

The little Taoist priest was stunned, he didn't know why he blurted out the word "came up with it", but he hadn't even heard of such a thing as a ghost cocoon, and he didn't know what it was, but it didn't look like a good thing.

The little Taoist priest said: "I don't know what it is, but it doesn't seem to be a good thing, if you find my master, he may be able to help you." ”

The storyteller hurriedly got up and grabbed the little Taoist priest, and said anxiously: "Then let's go to your master, what is your master's name in which Taoist temple?"

The little Taoist priest said: "My master is a real person with a clear view of the void, called Fenghuo. ”

The storyteller suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest, something was approaching this side, and as the other party approached, the pain in his chest became more and more severe, he covered his chest in pain and fell to the ground, his face became pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, and he looked up at the woman who walked in the alley in pain.

Su Gu walked in in black, and glanced at the two in the alley, it was the little Taoist priest and the storyteller she met on the street that day, her eyes fell on the storyteller, but she saw that he was a circle of black ghostly energy, lingering, others couldn't see the ghost, but she could see it clearly.

He has something in him.

She stepped forward, trying to get closer and see clearly.

But as she got closer, the storyteller screamed in pain, and rolled on the ground with his chest in pain, and the little Taoist priest was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly went to help the storyteller, asking, "What's wrong with you, why do you suddenly hurt so much?"

The storyteller looked at Su Gu who was leaning closer in pain, and opened his mouth to stop her, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak at all, the pain was not a pain in the flesh and skin, but a sharp pain that spread from the depths of his heart.

Don't come any closer

The storyteller's tears fell, like a stranded fish, looking painfully at Su Gu who was approaching, watching her crouch down and come to him, her cold eyes staring down at what was in his chest, stretching out her hand, her palm was a condensed darkness.

The dark power swept into his body, trying to take out the cocoon on his chest, but her strength only touched the cocoon, and a fierce qi rolled out, whistling out, she didn't have time to dodge, she was hit by the domineering qi and rolled over, and a wound was cut on her white cheek.

Her face changed suddenly, and she raised her hand to cover her injured cheek, and the darkness of her palm covered it, and the wound on her face disappeared.

(Markor Literature-)