The two crooked eyes of the "little girl" looked fixedly at the shadowless, and the blood-red pupils were full of coldness and cruelty.

"The little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears erected, cut the veins and cut the arteries, jumping is so cute......"

The "little girl" began to mutter, and this time, the ghost face and the shadowless were clearly visible, and the little ghost's mouth opened and closed, and it was full of blood-red fangs.

Wuying couldn't help but shudder a few times, this little ghost can be regarded as the best among ghosts in terms of appearance alone, but he doesn't know what his strength is. He turned his head and asked Ghost Face in a low voice: "Ghost Face, is the helper you said this little ghost?"

"Little ghost?" The ghost glanced at Wu Ying with disdain, and said with a sneer: "I am afraid that you are the first one who underestimates the abusing spirits!"

"What? It's a torturer!" Shadowless was so frightened that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Hehe, tonight's good show is really wave after wave! I really didn't expect that person to send such a big coffee as Soul Abuse, don't worry about this little ghost's blood-red fangs, she's just a little bit of gum fire. Haha! Although He Huan is gone, it also makes sense to let the torture spirit try the skills of this old Taoist priest. You and I are going to sit here and watch this wonderful midnight show!" Ghostface laughed maniacally, the blood scar on his face shaking a few times.

There was no shadow and nothing to say, who else was behind the ghost face? He was curious, but he didn't dare to ask.

The little ghost turned around, and did not rush down the mountain to fight with the old Taoist priest, but gradually disappeared.

"Wake up, wake up!"

At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, the Taoist chief was trying all kinds of ways to wake up the fainting little Taoist, but the bear child usually slept like a dead pig, and now he slept deeply and with high quality, and there was already a trace of crystal clear saliva on his fair little face.

"Alas......" The Taoist chief looked at the little Taoist's height of nearly one meter seventy-five, and then looked at his own short figure of one meter six and five, and decisively gave up the idea of leaving behind his back.

Halfway up the mountain, the eerie picture continues.

Behind the rows of white graves, ghosts appeared one by one, like wheat seedlings in the growing season, one here and one after another. Thousands of ghosts of all kinds stood all over the mountainside in just a few minutes.

The Taoist has caught countless ghosts in the past 40 years, but he only fights alone, at most a small group of three or five ghosts, and the scene of thousands of ghosts like this is the first time in his life that he has seen it. He was suddenly glad that the little Taoist priest had fainted, otherwise God knows how long the bear child would scream.

The Taoist looked at it and thought to himself that if this was made into a horror movie, it would definitely be much more expensive than "The Walking Dead", and the extras and makeup special effects would definitely be a huge expense. Just looking at the ghosts, there are really all kinds of shapes.

Tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, big and small, all kinds of types, but each kind of ghost is different. The body of the drowned ghost is swollen and white, the nose and eyes are crowded together, the hair is almost invisible, and the scalp is falling off piece by piece, this kind of ghost is very easy to recognize, and it looks like Michelin's iconic white tire man from a distance, but they are not as simple and cute as the tire man, their body has pus in many places, and some yellow liquid is flowing sparsely. The hanged ghost's tongue stretched out, and he rolled his eyes, and at first glance he was dying of lack of oxygen. The face of the poisoned ghost is the most ugly, there are all kinds of cyan, blue, purple, and generally, they are bleeding from seven holes, and they look miserable. The most beautiful ones who die are old ghosts, most of them die of natural causes, they die peacefully and peacefully, and there is nothing to be afraid of. The most ugly deaths are the ghosts who have been in a car accident or jumped off the building, most of them no longer have a full corpse, even if the limbs are all together, the souls are also fragmented, and they can't be put together, and the Taoist even saw some ghosts holding their own limbs in their hands, which were stumps with nowhere to put them.

We can't be resurrected from death, but we can choose how we die. Some of the ghosts have calm and serene faces, and most of them walk quietly and do not regret it. Some of them are extremely painful, they died in accidents or suicides, and most of these ghosts regret choosing to die, so they are particularly angry and dangerous.

But how many of these ghosts in this army of ghosts have died normally? The Taoist chief has already felt the ghost aura that soars to the sky, and tonight, I am afraid that if he does not pay attention, he and the little Taoist priest will be buried in this Lingshan cemetery. It's okay, sooner or later, you have to die, so you should be familiar with the environment of the yin house in advance.

"Daoist, what's wrong......" The little Taoist priest woke up at this time, wiped the saliva on his face, stretched, and seemed to have forgotten what kind of terrible scene he was facing in front of him.

"Ouch!" the Taoist chief slapped the back of the little Taoist priest's head and shouted, "Why are you still stunned?

The little Taoist priest was woken up by the Taoist chief, and then remembered that this was a life-and-death moment, he let out an "oh", stood up, grabbed the Taoist chief's arm and ran wildly.

"Slow down!" the Dao Chief's voice turned into a gust of wind, blowing away in the afterimage of the two of them.

The mountain of ghosts did not move, but stood dumbfounded behind the tombstones, motionless and silent, like horror dolls displayed in the window one after another.

"Apprentice, help me look around, if there is anything abnormal, call me!" The Taoist chief sat in the driver's seat of He Huan's car, locked the doors and windows, and started the car.

"Oh!" the little priest replied, looking nervously at the windows.

"Damn...... Manual transmission ......" When the chief lowered his head to put up the gear, he saw that the car He Huan left here turned out to be a manual transmission car. The Taoist scolded fiercely, he has not opened the manual transmission for many years, and he has long been accustomed to driving an automatic transmission car, and now this kind of escape time is related to life and death, and the storage of this car really wants his life.

"Dao Chief, what's wrong? Why don't you leave? If you don't leave, they'll chase after you? Are you waiting to die?" The little Taoist priest looked at Dao Chang with humble eyes, and the two clusters of plateau red had expanded a lot because of the tension.

Dao Chang glanced at him and shouted, "TMD! God won't help us!

"Dao Chief, you don't know how to open the manual transmission......" The little Taoist priest's eyes were full of disdain.

"Are you going to drive?" asked the Taoist in disgust.

"Leave it to me!" the little Taoist priest nodded confidently.