Looking at the Chisha who was fighting with Zhou Qin next to him, the violent yin and evil aura, I could feel it from a distance of seven or eight meters, Zhou Qin was holding a peachwood sword and a gossip mirror, these two magic weapons attacked and defended, and they couldn't suppress Chisha. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info Fang Ze asked me to take this Han sword that is less than two feet to deal with Chisha, isn't this looking for death.

I clenched the Han sword tightly, and saw that Fang Ze was tying the red ink bucket line to the small wooden stake, the silk thread crisscrossed and crisscrossed, like a fishing net, I trembled, and my tone was full of cowardice: "I'll go?" Brother Naze, what are you doing here? ”

Fang Ze tied the ink fountain lines end to end, wiped the sweat on his head and blinked his eyes: "I'm here to cover you." "Fang Ze said that the yin and evil qi on Chisha's body is very strong, except for me, even these Taoist priests can't resist it.

"Don't worry, I promise you're fine." Fang Ze didn't wait for me to speak as soon as his words fell, and directly pushed me forward. I didn't even react, I shook my steps and entered the battle group directly, crashing into Zhou Qin's body.

The girl turned her head to see me, and her eyes lit up: "You came just in time!" As he spoke, he stuffed the gossip mirror into my hand, and his light steps swayed slightly, freeing himself from the entanglement of Chisha.

, only women and villains are difficult to raise, the ancients did not deceive me! Before he had time to reprimand Fang Ze and Zhou Qin for their unrighteous actions, Chisha had already rushed in front of him. The surging yin qi blew my clothes and hunted, and I held the gossip mirror in my hand and shook it, and the cold feeling in my body subsided a little.

Fang Ze shouted from behind: "Qin Wei, don't be afraid, you can do it!" This cheerleader-like encouraging words made me feel a sense of courage in my heart, and I raised my head with the Han sword in my hand and looked at the blood-red fierce gaze, and that bit of courage turned into a cold sweat and ran out.

I can't be Fang Ze, and I'm not Fang Ze, I can't be calm and comfortable in the face of this kind of thing. And during the days I spent with them, I deeply realized what it means to have a slippery road in the dark and a complicated society.

Seeing that my eyes were shining, as if he had seen something delicious, the Red Sha waved his long nails and claws at me.

Looking at Chisha's fierce and hideous face, and that big mouth, I turned my head and ran towards Fang Ze with a strange scream, and I had goosebumps all over my body stimulated by the biting cold wind behind me, especially the neck that was exposed, it was even more cold, as if the Chisha was lying on my neck and blowing.

I didn't dare to look back, what I was afraid of was that the red scar that just turned my head would break my neck, and when I ran to the formation laid by Fang Ze, I already felt that the thing had arrived behind me, and subconsciously squatted down, and saw a red shadow flying over my head.

Fang Ze grasped the timing very well, and immediately launched the formation. The Red Demon failed in his attack, turned around and rushed at me again, only to be stopped by the rune array.

The small wooden stake flashed with a bright red light, and even the ink fountain line with the middle hook moved, and the red light staggered and shining, like a large net, binding the red shasers in it.

His hands and feet were bound, and he couldn't move. But the mouth kept shouting, and the terrible and terrible cry echoed in the ears.

Zhou Qin saw that Chisha was bound, and he wanted to insert Chisha twice when he touched the peachwood sword, this girl has never been so embarrassed since her debut, and if she didn't stab this Chisha twice, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in the girl's heart. As soon as she raised her hand, she was grabbed by Fang Ze: "Don't!" Fang Ze said that this formation is very delicate, if an external force intervenes, it will be deflected, and then the red evil may run out.

I said in my heart that with a character like Zhou Qin, I am afraid that marriage will be a problem. Or Li Yan, this girl, saw me fall and immediately helped me up, and asked me gently: "Qin Wei, how are you?" ”

This little voice is crisp to the bones, if it weren't for the current situation, I really want to make fun of it. The most important thing is that I found that Li Yan doesn't like people like Fang Ze very much, so I naturally want to disguise myself as a righteous gentleman. waved his hand and said that there was nothing wrong, and just wanted to ask Li Yan if there was anything wrong, and took the opportunity to express his concern.

Fang Ze pulled me to his side and smiled at me, from this smile, I read something else, touched my nose that was still a little painful, and asked Fang Ze cautiously: "Brother Ze, you, what's the matter with you?" ”

Seeing my defensive appearance, Fang Ze was a little unhappy, and said to reassure me that he wouldn't hit my nose again this time. also explained the behavior just now: "The situation was critical just now, and I didn't have time to use the knife, so I could only take the most direct way." As he spoke, he pointed to the screaming Chisha: "You are vigorous Yang, and the pure Yang Qi contained in your blood is simply the nemesis of these yin things. ”

I wasn't stunned by Fang Ze's ecstasy soup, and said straightforwardly, "What do you want to do?" "The more fanciful Fang Ze said, the more I felt that there was something in it.

"I'd like to borrow some more." Fang Ze smiled harmlessly, but the movements of his hands were not as kind as Fang Ze's appearance, and the sharp Han sword slashed at my arm.

This Han sword is really a good weapon, I felt a cold arm and red blood flowed out of the wound, and it took two or three seconds before I felt the pain that pierced my heart.

After Fang Ze took a small bottle, he handed me the gauze and Yunnan Baiyao, waved my hand and asked me to bandage the wound by myself, watching Fang Ze run in front of Zhou Qin, I wanted to kick Fang Ze's ass.

Li Yan can empathize with this kind of thing, when she saved Hua Chunliu just now, Fang Ze used the same method to deal with her, and when she helped me bandage my wounds, the girl also complained twice.

I was watching Fang Ze's movements, Fang Ze took out his mobile phone from his pocket, used my blood, drew a "swastika" on it, put it on the ground, and scratched the brush on the floor slab. Originally, I thought that Fang Ze was sketching runes, but I didn't expect Fang Ze to sketch a Buddha statue.

Fang Ze's painting skills really have two hands, and with a few strokes, the Buddha statue is outlined very expressively, and Fang Ze's mobile phone is placed on the belly of the Buddha statue. Finally, I used cinnabar to dot a red dot on the center of the Buddha statue's eyebrows, and then I put down the brush, and clicked a few times on the mobile phone, and I heard a burst of Sanskrit sounds.

Fang Ze said that the best way to break the evil qi is to exceed, the Buddhists have clouds, and all the sufferings are overcome, and this kind of thing is really suitable to use their Buddhist scriptures.

As the Sanskrit sound sounded, the bound Chisha also became dishonest, struggling and yelling, and scratching her head with both hands, and I saw a stream of black evil qi evaporating from her body. And her blood-red clothes gradually faded in color as the evil qi dissipated, slowly changing from dark red to light red and pink.

As the color of his eyes faded, the strength of the red struggle slowly decreased, and the hideous face gradually returned to calm and indifferent. Finally, the red clothes turned white, the fierce expression and blood-red eyes returned to normal, and he smiled and nodded at us without resentment.

Slowly, this red white body gradually faded away, just like Zhang Jing at the beginning, and slowly turned into nothingness. All that was left was the small wooden stakes and ink fountain lines, and the Sanskrit sound fluttered around with the wind.

"It's finally over." I exhaled.

The sound of "clang, clang" penetrated into my ears, and I subconsciously turned my head to take a look, and found that the blood coffin in the attic shook violently, and the coffin lid was lifted by more than ten centimeters. By the faint light of the cloth, in the gap between the rise and fall of the coffin board, I saw a pair of miserable white arms moving!

"Is there a corpse?"