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Zhu Yifei sensed his intention, stuffed the painting scroll into the fat man's arms, and instructed earnestly, "You quietly approach the back of the male ghost, open the scroll, and aim at him, it's OK, you know?" ”

The fat man finally pulled her stiff and numb hand away and asked, "Oh, what is it?" ”

"It's the meaning of everything, you follow my words, go ahead, don't mess up, or I won't pay attention to you for the rest of my life."

When the fat man in red heard this, he felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, holding the scroll tightly with both hands, and said firmly, "Don't worry, beauty, this king will definitely complete the task." ”

"Well, go ahead." Although Zhu Yifei is a little worried, she is helpless at the moment, so she can only pin her hopes on the fat man.

"Then you kiss the king first." He said suddenly in the dark.

Zhu Yifei was stunned for a moment, and then became angry, she really wanted to slap him with a big mouth, when is this time, and these flowers, I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to do, and there was a clanging sound in the air not far away, and then it was the sound of Ziyang who seemed to be vomiting. She couldn't scruple anymore, if Ziyang had any mistakes, they wouldn't be chopped into minced meat by this ghost, so she was in a hurry and put her fingers in her mouth and got some saliva on the fat man's face.

The fat man Yan Ming felt a cold and moist touch on his cheeks, and his heart was ecstatic, although he couldn't see her flower and moon appearance in the dark, but this did not prevent him from thinking about it.

The fat man took the painting and left, Zhu Yifei moved a few times, reached out and touched a glorious stone wall-like thing and leaned back, to be honest, she is an only child born in the 90s, she has been pampered since she was a child, and even escaped from military training, she is a lazy lord in her bones, and now she is running around and around, covered with bruises, as if she had just participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, she thought that her weak will would be destroyed into several big pits, but she didn't expect to experience all kinds of things personally, and she was able to survive strongly. It seems that the saying that people's potential is unlimited is still worth believing, and you won't know how powerful you really are until you die and hone yourself.

Below the waist is like a mess of soft mud, the blood hole in the chest healed by itself at some point, the hair is covered with chicken blood and dust, plus a messy mass of hair, you can imagine how embarrassed it is, leaning against the cold stone slab behind her back, and then rushing out of the ghostly fantasy world at the last moment Bo Yeping's axe was a dead hand, although she couldn't see her wound, but the hot wound cut down vertically from the neck to the tail, as if two thoracic vertebrae and lumbar vertebrae were cut off, and she leaned on it like a gossamer, Her eyelids began to sink involuntarily again, but the tense nerves seemed to have entered a state of high sensitivity and alertness, and the slightest movement could startle her chest with a throbbing noise.

Finally, a familiar dazzling light suddenly appeared in mid-air, Zhu Yifei looked up, about a meter away from the dead Bodhi tree, the fat man stood on the wall and opened the scroll completely, and the strong light emitted from the Guanyin statue, covering the ghost of Bo Yeping from head to toe, at the same time, Ziyang, who was choked by its neck, his face was blue and covered in blood, and he struggled to raise his hand to untie the soul suppression bell on his waist, closed his eyes and shook a few times in his mouth.

Bo Yeping roared miserably in the white light, his eyebrows and beautiful face gradually appeared blood-red cracks, revealing black flocculent curly black hair from the inside, the gray-white robe on his body instantly turned into flying ashes, and even his body gradually turned into black smoke, and finally only the head full of black hair remained, his appearance has long been different, leopard eyes and concave nose, tiger mouth and wolf teeth, and there is a blood-red horn in the middle of his forehead, this is the true body of the ghost, Zhu Yifei looked straight and staggered, It's really frightening that a good person died and became such an unknown monster because of the resentment in his heart.

Ziyang sat down in front of the statue of Guanyin, the sound of the golden bell in his hand was elegant and pleasant, obviously it was a very monotonous note, but it seemed to attract the Zen sound outside the sky, the fairy was super happy, the black-haired monster head gradually quieted down, and after a while, he actually cried, and said in his mouth, "I have killed countless people in a hundred years, just to escape from this ghost body to break free from imprisonment, and I failed to fulfill my filial piety to my parents when I was born, and I hope that before the soul flies away, I can kowtow a few times and say goodbye." ”

Ziyang sighed, and calmed the golden bell and said, "You can do it." ”

The black head shook and changed, and in the white light, it turned into the appearance of when he was in Bo Mansion when he was alive, kowtowed three times in the direction of the northeast, and then said to Ziyang, "Thank you for the completion of the Dao Chang." With a loud roar, it instantly turned into black gas and was blown away by the night wind.

Just when Zhu Yifei thought that everything was over, a terrible voice suddenly sounded behind her, and before she could react, she felt that her throat was stuck by something sharp, and the ghost sound was illusory, but it was sonorous and real.

"Stinky Taoist, I suffered all kinds of humiliation when I was born, and I should be at ease after death, why should you meddle with things, if you don't **** in front today, I will kill your sweetheart, and let you taste what it is like to break your heart." The female ghost Ping'er not only choked her neck, but also strangled her to death with her long hair like a mummy.

Although Zhu Yifei couldn't speak, the complaint in her heart was still not spared, and she was helpless while rolling her eyes: You want to count on threatening him with me, it's just a dream, besides, is this ghost stupid, where can I see that I am his sweetheart, and you still scream as a Taoist priest, all Taoist priests in your family can like people emotionally? That's the Demon Way.

Sure enough, Zhu Yifei knew Ziyang best, I saw him sitting in that piece of jade, the birds didn't have a bird screen, directly aimed the golden bell at them, and began to shake it, and there were words in his mouth, Ping'er was very taboo about this bell, his body kept shaking, and even his hair was involuntarily tightened a lot, and then Zhu Yifei felt that his bones seemed to be about to be strangled, and he obviously heard the clicking sound of the bones rubbing against each other, and she couldn't even gasp in pain, Ziyang seemed to feel that this was inappropriate, so she stopped ringing the bell, The pale face was expressionless and said, "Let her go quickly, otherwise Hugh blames me for being welcome." ”

"Hahaha, dreaming, unless, you're **** here." The female ghost Ping'er seems to be more ruthless and intelligent than Bo Yeping, at least she knows that she holds hostages, but the conditions of her threat are obviously a bit stupid.

Seeing that Ziyang hadn't moved for a long time, she sneered and said, "Since that's the case, I don't mind having more burials." ”

Saying that, he quickly tightened his long hair regardless of it, Zhu Yifei was already seriously injured, and after several tortures, it is the limit that he can last until now, but now he is wrapped like a zongzi, and he can't go up or down in his chest in one breath.

Consciousness instantly dispersed like a shattered mirror into fragments that could not be healed.

Just when she felt in a trance that she was about to confess like this, they heard each other's female ghost wail, and the hair wrapped around her fell off instantly, and a cold sword was lying between her and Ping'er.

Seeing this change, Ziyang, who was at a loss, instantly shook the soul bell, and the white light of Guanyin's statue, which had been a lot weaker, suddenly became blazing, and the screen was covered by Yuhua, and the body began to crack inch by inch, as if the porcelain figurines could not withstand the heat expansion and contraction.

The screams became more and more terrible, and at this moment, she was unrepentant and stretched out her claws and rushed to Ziyang's face door to grab it, and the soul bell rang in an instant, and she saw that the cracked ghost hand was about to pierce into Ziyang's skull. The portrait of Guanyin suddenly broke free from the fat man's hands and flew up from behind Ziyang, and he burned, and the sky-rushing fire continued to hit the female ghost Ping'er's body like a meteor in the sky, instantly burning her to ashes.

"Stinky Daoist, your calamity is coming, I am waiting for you to come down on the eighteenth layer of hell........" The ghost dissipated, and the painting scroll was destroyed.

Ziyang fell from mid-air under the Bodhi tree, spewing out a large mouthful of blood and sinking into the earth.

The black fog all around has dispersed, the night sky is already full moon slanting westward, the sky is a little white, the small courtyard of the Pingtian Inn is still the same small courtyard, there is no slightest change, not even a drop of water on the ground has been left.

The fat man in red panted and climbed down the wall, although I don't know how he climbed up, but this bravery is still worthy of praise.

The person holding the long sword who saved her at the last moment was Yan Han, and I don't know where he came in, Zhu Yifei gasped and said thank you weakly, and she felt like the world was spinning, and as soon as her brain sank, she lost consciousness.