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Beads of sweat fell from Pei Wenjing's forehead, but Ling Motang was calm and disdainful, as if it was not a predicament for her at this moment.

Pei Wenjing thought: The boss is the boss.

"What should I do?" Pei Wenjing asked in a low voice.

Ling Motang: "Do you swear?" ”

"Boss, you're still joking at this time."

Ling Motang: "I've heard that swearing can deter evil things. ”

"That's not good, big folks." Pei Wenjing thought about it, although he was usually a bit of a bastard, but he really couldn't do it if he was openly scolding the street, and looked at Ling Motang: "Why don't you come." ”

"I'll go to your uncle." Ling Motang rolled her eyes at Pei Wenjing, and asked her to scold the street as a girl, this Pei Wenjing is enough: "Even your life is almost gone, I don't know what you are being reserved." ”

Pei Wenjing coughed dryly: "Isn't it the same for everyone, boss, you are not a good stubble." ”

Ling Motang: ...... What's the situation, this thing is still tied up with her.

"Boss, is there any other way?" Pei Wenjing just finished scolding Ling Motang and pasted it shamelessly, and asked with a smile: "I guess you must have a way." ”

Ling Motang waved his hand to signal Pei Wenjing to step back, shook the skirt back in a dashing manner, drew a circle on his right leg in place, and then stepped heavily on the center with his left leg: "Broken." "The posture was handsome, but no changes around it happened.

Time seemed to freeze, and Ling Motang's left foot stepped on the ground again: "Break." ”

After "breaking" several times in a row, Pei Wenjing stopped Ling Motang's movements: "Boss, don't 'break', the ground is about to let you step through." ”

Ling Motang stood on tiptoe between his left feet, his face full of innocence: "My legs are numb." ”

The canopy was lower, there was still no wind and no moon, and the sound of the bell suddenly drifted into the ears of Ling Motang and Pei Wenjing, after Ling Motang tried repeatedly to no avail, he also began to panic, although she had encountered this kind of thing before, but she used this method to break the ghost and hit the wall, but why didn't it work today?

"Come on, come on." Someone beckoned to Pei Wenjing and Ling Motang, there was a darkness behind him, and such a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

At the end of the alley was a scrawny old man, his face as black as carbon, his bare body, his limbs were thin, but his belly was bulging like a drum.

I don't know when, the alley began to rise white mist, Pei Wenjing's consciousness became scattered, his body swayed forward, Ling Motang grabbed Pei Yunjing's arm, and slashed at the back of Pei Wenjing's neck with one palm.

"Boss, ...... you" Pei Wenjing turned his head in surprise, stared at Ling Motang with wide eyes and disbelief, and fell directly at Ling Motang's feet before his words fell. Ling Motang took out the golden needle and pierced his index finger, and tapped it on Pei Wenjing's eyebrows to prevent Pei Wenjing from being put on the body by ghosts in a coma, and if he didn't knock Pei Wenjing unconscious at this time, he would be bewitched by ghosts, and it would be even more troublesome to deal with it.

"Come on, come on." The hoarse voice became urgent, as if he was already impatient, Ling Motang took out the paper talisman in his arms and approached the scrawny old man.

The sound of the bell became clearer, as if someone was shaking violently, Ling Motang cautiously approached the old man in the dark, put the paper talisman in his hand against his chest, and in an instant the old man in front of her disappeared, and she could only see a cloud of darkness in front of her.

"Eat." Ling Motang's ears came with a cold breath, she turned her head suddenly, a dark face with only skin and bones left was on her shoulder, Ling Motang gasped, her heart was beating "thump", but the movements in her hand still did not stop, and the paper talisman was impartially attached to the other party's face.

"I'm hungry." The man tore off the paper talisman and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it quickly, and let out a low roar from time to time, approaching Ling Motang again.

Ling Motang was stunned, the paper talisman she drew was so rubbish, this ghost thing actually swallowed the paper talisman alive, it was awesome.

"Moro." There was an ethereal sound from the crisp bell, and Ling Motang secretly screamed in his heart: This is too much, why are there other ghosts here.

"I'm hungry." The old man let out a low roar again, and the words "Moluo Jiaye" suddenly jumped out of Ling Motang's mind, this, this, this, this is a hungry ghost!

Hungry ghosts are also known as Morakaya in the "Jizo Sutra", who created bad karma in the previous life and were greedy, and after death, they were born hungry ghosts, often suffering from hunger and eating blood.

"Holy." Ling Motang let out a bitter sigh, what kind of luck is she, she can meet the hungry ghosts, one of the three major forces among the evil ghosts, here, and she really wants to go to heaven.

How did she think that every time she met Shen Yuan, something terrible would definitely happen?

Stay away from Shen Yuan and cherish life.

Just when Ling Motang was negligent, the hungry ghost suddenly pounced on Ling Motang, and with a "tear" sound, the sleeves of Ling Motang's clothes were torn by the hungry ghost's sharp teeth.

The fast movement of the hungry ghost made Ling Motang frightened, to be honest, Ling Motang was very weak-hearted, like her, a waste wood heavenly master who only had a three-legged cat trick, and she was not an opponent of the hungry ghost after ten years of cultivation, she still had some confidence in her heart with the Po Sa Tower as her support to save her life, but in the west courtyard of the Wang family, Shen Yuan, the bastard, actually took the Ba Sa Tower away.

Now Ling Motang has no life-saving trump cards around him.

"Moro." There was another ethereal sigh, this sound slowed down the speed of the hungry ghost pounced on Ling Motang, Ling Motang slowly retreated, and a few white butterflies flew in the empty alley at some point, the hungry ghost's attention was attracted by the flying butterfly, he quickly grabbed a butterfly and stuffed it into his mouth, making a sound of "food, food".

"Keep moving forward, don't look back." The ethereal voice seemed to be close to Ling Motang's ears.

"Y-Who are you?" Ling Motang looked back, but he didn't see anything, and the hungry ghost was surrounded by a few white butterflies, playing happily.

"We'll see you again." The ethereal sound began to drift away again, and at this time, Ling Motang couldn't take care of it anymore, so he pulled it up, huh? He really couldn't pull Pei Wenjing up, and Ling Motang used his strength to feed again, but he didn't help Pei Wenjing up.

"Pig, you." Ling Motang was so anxious that he was about to jump to his feet, and it was estimated that the heart of the person who rescued him was also broken.

couldn't help Pei Wenjing, Ling Motang could only drag Pei Wenjing's head, grabbed Pei Wenjing's collar, and dragged Pei Wenjing forward, after a while, she finally walked out of the alley, and the light of the dusk outside was still soft, the gold was sprinkled all over the bluestone slabs, the air was so clear, and the shouting of the vendors came into the alley flickeringly, looming.

She felt that she had been stuck in the alley for at least two hours, but after the ghost hit the wall, the sky outside was still as if she had just entered the alley, and the time in the alley just now was stopped.

At this time, the questions in Ling Motang's heart came one after another: the hungry ghost should be trapped in the realm of the Yama King, how could he enter the yang world, what was the ghost thing that saved her, and why couldn't her eyes see?