When we were talking in the vernacular, Long Batian's side couldn't hold it anymore, he was paralyzed on the ground trembling, and his mouth kept chanting: "Master save me, master save me......"

His housekeeper wasn't much better. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He leaned against the wall to avoid falling, but his body was frozen, and he couldn't get to our side to live or die.

That white shadow is also weird, just circling around Long Batian. We were all in the same room, so to speak, so to speak, close to each other, and I had just shot him, but the White Shadow had no interest in us at all, and had no intention of moving towards us.

"Something seems wrong!"

Tie Lao Dao muttered, he had been holding the portrait of the red-robed ghost in his hand, and he had been vigilant about this white shadow just now, but now he saw that the white shadow had no intention of coming, so he remembered to put the painting scroll up, his movement was a little bigger, and his arm touched the shelf with a "bang" sound.

With this sound, the white shadow was startled, and it suddenly turned to us and took a step, but immediately retreated. Looking at his appearance, I want to come over but it seems to be taboo about something.

"Lao Tie, it's not me who said, can you tap it?" I said behind him that if this dark room hadn't been sealed, with only one door, and no back door and no windows, I would have jumped out of the window and run away.

Tie Lao Dao ignored me, and saw that Bai Ying did not come over hesitantly, Tie Lao Dao seemed to see something about the doorway.

He turned around and picked up the portrait of the red-robed ghost wife that had been placed on the shelf again: "Little San'er, come and help, help me unfold the painting!" ”

"When is it and you're still in the mood?"

The palms of my pistol were already sweating, and I didn't have the heart to help Tie Lao Dao in the past.

"You two haven't seen it yet?"

Tie Lao Dao said, he slowly unfolded the painting scroll, and the whole body portrait of the ghost wife had all appeared. After Bai Ying saw the portrait of the ghost wife, he behaved very unnaturally, he lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at the portrait of the ghost wife.

"You two won't come over to help?"

Tie Lao Dao shouted at me.

Mu Yang and I didn't hesitate, took a few steps over and took the painting scroll in Tie Laodao's hand, and one person held one side and pointed the portrait in the direction of the white shadow. At this time, the white shadow began to get a little agitated, and kept walking around in place.

"In the past!"

Tie Lao Dao said in the back. I glanced back at him: "Lao Tie, it's just a painting, what if I can't suppress this plague god?" ”

"You think he's afraid of this painting?"

Tie Lao Dao snorted, his tone had changed when he spoke, and he became a little reluctant: "The person in the painting he was afraid of, he didn't know that it was painted by the immoral thing, even if the portrait was forgotten, he also painted the spirit and spirit." ”

"Not really, right? That's God! ”

I thought to myself.

No matter how good the ghost wife is, she won't scare a god away just by her portrait, right?

I began to hesitate, Tie Laodao waited for a while, and seeing that we didn't move, he suddenly rushed over from behind, grabbed one in Muyang's hand, and used the portrait of the ghost wife as a shield to slowly walk towards the position of the white shadow.

I passively grabbed the other side of the portrait and walked over with Tie Lao Dao, most of the portrait was in front of Tie Lao Dao, I could only try to get back a little bit, if the wind was not in the right direction, I would immediately retreat.

Seeing that Tie Lao Dao and I were getting closer and closer to the portrait of the ghost wife, Mu Yang reminded me in the back: "San'er, be careful, if you can't do it, come back immediately, Lao Tie can do it for you in front!" ”

In terms of relationship, Mu Yang is still with me Tie, and when he said this, he naturally threw Tie Lao Dao out.

Tie Lao Dao acted as if he hadn't heard it, and was still slowly walking in the direction of the white shadow.

The closer the portrait was to the white shadow, the more panicked the white shadow became, and the lower the air pressure in the dark room, and I even began to feel like I couldn't breathe. In the end, when there were still two or three meters, Bai Ying couldn't stand it at first, even if he threw the portrait of the ghost wife at this distance, Bai Ying couldn't avoid it even if he was afraid.

Just when I thought that Tie Lao Dao was going to buckle the portrait on Bai Ying's body, Bai Ying suddenly let out a sharp cry, and the cry was full of unwilling taste.

With his scream, the white shadow's body became lighter and lighter, and when the cry disappeared, the white shadow disappeared at the same time, and his unique dark and damp aura could no longer be felt in the entire dark room.

"Lao Tie, where is he?" I don't believe it's that easy to drive out the plague god.

Tie Lao Dao coughed first: "He should still be in a corner of this room, probably hiding in one of Boss Long's collections." Hey, this needle in a haystack, no one is looking for it! Saying that, Tie Lao Dao sighed weakly.

Still in this dark room? But why can't I feel the breath of the plague god at all? Looking at Mu Yang with a wicked smile on his face, I reacted: I followed Tie Laodao's words and said: "I said, I just felt that this plague god is still in the dark room, if he hides in these collections, he really can't find it, if he is looking for ghosts, we still have a few ways, now it's to find the plague god, alas, I can't do anything..."

"Masters, three masters, don't even write anything. Take all the pears, and the pears will be regarded as a good system! ”

Seeing the plague god disappear, Long Batian had just eased up a little, and now he heard me and Tie Lao Dao singing and harmonizing, and his heart rose to his throat again.

"Boss Long, what are you kidding, you think I'm coveting these things outside my body?" Tie Lao Dao's face changed at that time, if he didn't know, he thought that this old boy was really a master of the world who regarded money and dung, and did not fight for fame and fortune.

"Master, the pear has misunderstood! Some things have been stained with the bad luck of the plague god, and only by relying on the supreme mana of the master can the bad luck be cleared, besides! Even it's about fate. The fate of some treasures and puppets has ended, rather than falling into the hands of the laity, it is better for the master pear to be their destined person! ”

Long Batian's words were sincere and sincere.

Looking at the posture, if Tie Lao Dao didn't want these treasures, Long Batian would be able to kneel down for Tie Lao Dao at that time.

"Alas......"

Tie Lao Dao sighed: "If Boss Long says so, I will reluctantly accept it, but I don't want it, I will find someone destined for them." ”

He shook his head as he spoke, as if he was extremely reluctant.

Long Batian was grateful for a thousand graces again, and his butler had already picked him up.

Long Batian also had to write a check for three million as a reward, but this time Tie Lao Dao refused to ask for it, saying that he was related to Boss Long, and he couldn't collect money no matter what. Long Batian began to argue for a while, and when he saw that Tie Lao Dao was stunned, he gave up. (To be continued.) )