Late at night, the fog gradually rose by the lake, caressing the ghost's face, the emotion was quite cold, the moonlight led him to a dense bush, just this black shadow should be close here, but at this moment in the dense forest, unless the moonlight rain sprinkled through the leaves is full, the depths are all dark, and there is no longer any scenery.

Ghost Li didn't care much at all, so he walked inward. Walking in the forest, surrounded by darkness, a few owls were heard from time to time. The whole forest was weird, and he didn't know that there were many pairs of eyes staring at the ghost in the dark, but he didn't care at all, just searched everywhere.

This flat forest is not small, he walked for a long time, but he still didn't see any figure, even the black shadow just now was gone, his feet stepped on the leaves, and there was a burst of sounds. I don't know when the wind blew, and the trees around him made a "rustling" sound, and these thousands of trees danced together, like thousands of ghosts dancing with their teeth and claws, and the air around them was terrifying.

He couldn't help but stop, raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and scolded angrily: "It's all my fault, what kind of sleep is good, of course Ling'er was resurrected by the Demon Sect with a horoscope, but it has reached the point of being slaughtered by others, but at this moment, he doesn't know who has fallen into his hands, maybe it is already more than auspicious! The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, squatting on the ground and tearing his own hair.

At this moment, a burst of female rice books sobbed came, crying so sadly, maybe even the people with wooden and stone hearts would be heartbroken when they heard it. But at this moment, when the ghost heard it, it was a joy, and he hurriedly stood up and walked along the source of the sound.

As we walked, a wide gap was already in place, and the cry came from here, and the voice became extremely clear. Ghost Li pushed away the waist-high weeds and looked into the gap, and saw a bright girl in a seedling costume, sitting together on the stone and crying. She held a pale blue handkerchief in her hand, wiped her tears from time to time, and her hair was as black as a waterfall on her shoulders, but her shoulders were constantly shaking. The place where she sat happened to be shrouded in the bright moonlight, and the whole scene was indescribably beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful the scene is, at this moment, it has turned into a vigorous Xinghui in the eyes of the ghost.

"It wasn't Ling'er!" he sighed.

Suddenly, the crying stopped, and the woman who thought it was the woman who heard the ghostly voice had stopped crying, and her delicate face was full of surprise. She asked for help a little and whispered, "Who?"

Of course, Ghost Li will be happy at the moment, but he thinks of breaking away from it, and it is better to ask the current woman, maybe she has seen Ling'er, thinking of this, he stood up sharply and stepped up, the woman looked at his clothes, stunned for a moment, her thin little mouth was half open, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at Ghost Li with curiosity, and she didn't say anything for a while.

Ghost Li couldn't care much at the moment, even the third watch of the deep watch, why she was crying alone here without asking. He just said with a worried face: "I asked the girl if you saw anyone wearing pink Central Plains clothes."

Women?"

The woman's pair of rippling eyes were only staring at the ghost's face, without blinking, and there were crystal tears in her eyes, as if she was pitiful. Then she looked at him for a long time before she said quietly: "You are from Zhongyuan, right? Seeing that you are worried, you must be that the two of you are quarreling!"

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "No, no, girl, you misunderstood, I am here to find the remnants of the moon shadow and heal her soul." It's just that for some reason, Xiao Ke disappeared as soon as she realized it. ”

When the woman heard this, her eyes were full of worry, so she raised her head and looked at the ghost and said, "Do you like her very much?"

The ghost generation didn't know how to answer, and said dumbfoundedly: "Why did the girl suddenly ask such a question?"

The woman slowly lowered her head, her face was full of melancholy, and said to herself: "I really admire you Central Plains women, dare to love and hate, and will not be snatched away like an object."

Ghost Li was confused when he heard it, and he couldn't ask anything, so he had to politely say: "Since the girl hasn't seen it, Xiao Ke can go elsewhere and say goodbye!" After speaking, he turned around and walked away, but a hundred years later, the female voice said: "Brother, go slowly, there are many new demons, and please warn fellow travelers!"

I don't know how long I walked, but the surroundings were more and more overgrown with weeds, and there were more and more towering ancient trees in a few steps, and I must have reached the depths of the woods, which were sparsely populated and eerie. In fact, even Ghost Li didn't know where to go to investigate the wind chime, he just sighed, and the black shadow at the mouth of the woods, because after entering the woods, there was no road, so he was sure that the black figure was still in the woods.

Ghost Li was walking away, and the Kunwu on his waist was secretly glowing with golden light for some reason, as if he felt something from a demonic aura not far away. The greater the spiritual power of the weapon, the stronger its hostile energy to perceive the outside world. Ghost Li was secretly startled, and he couldn't help but ask for help in his heart, and his ears recalled the female voice of Fang Cai: "Brother, go slowly, there are a lot of new demons, and please warn fellow travelers!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slow down his pace, and his right hand gradually held the hilt of the sword, full of vigilance.

Before he had walked a mile, a dirt bag not far away flashed from behind him, and at the same time he heard a burst of voice: "My lord, I saw that my hand was covered with sores that were several times more terrible than my face, and some of them were dripping with dark green poisonous water, and the smell was terrible. It seems that for the Southern Water Moon Clan, cultivating witchcraft is not something unsightly, on the contrary, it will be more welcomed by 120,000 points. Xing Xiangyun in the audience looked at his hand and knew that this person knew the technique of the five poisons, and at the same time, it seemed that the skill was profound, and it must be the flesh and head of the body that were highly poisonous, so he would have this vicious sore.

Of course, Munda was frightened in his heart, but since he had become a fat boy in the past, he had to hold on to it again. At the next time, a pair of thick and powerful arms picked up a big hammer weighing more than 100 catties after a hundred years, and the straight dance "whirring" sounded, and the spirit was amazing, and it smashed towards Tu Qilang's head.

Tu Qilang's body did not move, but the outstretched hand was covered with poisonous snakes that were a few inches long, those poisonous snakes were bright in color, some were red and blue, and at first glance each one was extremely poisonous, once those poisonous snakes were released, they shot out one by one as fast as lightning, and the speed was amazing, so that everyone in the audience did not understand it, and Munda's hammer could no longer move forward a bit, and he held the hammer high as if he had been immobilized as usual, frozen in place like a clay statue.

At this moment, everyone saw that there were no less than dozens of highly poisonous snakes entrenched on Munda's two hands and eyes. The little snakes were so vicious that they opened their mouths to bite, and Munda immediately let out a scream, and the hammer fell heavily to the ground, smashing all the wooden platforms with trembling. After that, his strong figure fell to the ground, and he couldn't stop tearing the little snake in his hand, but there were really too many small snakes, and in a blink of an eye, he drooped and stopped struggling, his face was a miserable green, and black blood flowed out of his mouth.

The stage was surprisingly quiet, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned by the current tragic situation. On the stage, unless Tu Qilang's two long eyes looked around at the audience for a while, and said in a slightly voiceless voice: "It's better for everyone to know a little bit, don't go up and give your life in vain." As he spoke, he turned his two hands behind his back, slowly paced back to the bamboo chair, and sat down leisurely as if nothing had happened.

The old man came back to his senses at this moment, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Who else came to provoke?" Alan stared at Xing Xiangyun with a pair of apricot eyes, pouting and glaring, looking worried.

Everyone in the audience has been silent and quiet, where do you dare to go on stage to provoke, the old man looked around, and the path: "Since no one provokes, then..."