On the right is the red wedding procession, the costume pomp is not much different from the funeral procession, that is, the color has been changed to red, and there is already a bride sitting in the red sedan chair, with her hands crossed, her nails are black, and she looks scary. The red hijab swayed, and a pale face was indifferent, and his eyes were closed.

Qing Miao secretly scolded himself for his luck against his grandmother's family, and this point was even smaller than the probability of picking up gold on the road.

But even if you are a ghost, you can encounter these two extreme ghosts at the same time, which can really be described as bad luck in bad luck. These two kinds of ghost yin qi are too heavy, and they are basically powerful, such a large group of them together, it is not easy to deal with.

I closed my eyes and didn't move. Generally speaking, when encountering these two kinds of ghosts, as long as they don't move and don't get in their way, nothing big will happen.

The two teams slowly approached, and the green ribbon circled in a circle, and the white paper money and the red wedding paper were mixed together.

Qing Xuan stood for a while, felt the sound in his ears slowly stop, and thought that it should be over, so he opened his eyes tentatively.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the two teams were just parked on his left and right, and he was caught in the middle.

Suddenly he received a push, and he lay down in the black wooden coffin when the world turned upside down, and at the same time the coffin was inserted under the sedan chair, and the two teams began to merge into one team, turned around in a circle, and began to walk in the same direction.

The ghost who sprinkled white paper and red money in front of him danced more cheerfully, and the already weird smiles on the faces of the paper puppets who were held became more and more cold.

Qing Miao secretly scolded his mother, and in the next moment, a red bead appeared in his hand, and with a slight force in his hand, the red bead suddenly shattered and condensed into a short knife. The bloody red short knife in his hand stabbed hard at the coffin board, the tip of the knife was embedded in the wooden board, and the other hand was attached at the same time, tearing down the coffin board hard.

pulled out the coffin board through a human-shaped opening, and quickly climbed out of it and sat on the sedan chair. The short knife in his hand instantly transformed into a long sword, and the sword body skillfully picked up the top of the sedan chair, breaking a small opening, and the whole body rose into the air and broke out of the top of the sedan chair.

He turned around and landed lightly on the ground. Seeing this, the red-clothed and white-clothed ghosts attacked him violently.

As soon as he grabbed the wrist of the ghost who rushed to the front, he folded it downward, and the bloody sword in his hand quickly pierced into his chest.

Draw the bloody sword, and the ghost who was stabbed will be wiped out in an instant. Without stopping, he swung his sword and quickly cut off the head of the next ghost. Suddenly, a ghost hugged Qing Xuan's hands from behind, and a group of ghosts swarmed up when they saw the opportunity, and their long black nails were all over Qing Xuan's body, and the ghost blood gushed out, making him a little dizzy.

Raise his long legs and sweep the surging ghosts hard, kicking them far away. At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned into a short knife, and he quickly spun in his hand, finding the right time, and stabbed into the ghost behind him.

The ghost behind him was stabbed, and it hurt a little, and the strength of holding the green rope was reduced. Qing Xuan noticed this change, pinched the thumb of the hand holding him with one hand, skillfully broke his hand, and folded it back violently, and the pain from the bone joint made the ghost retreat. The short blade in his hand quickly pierced into the ghost's heart, and the ghost's face slowly dissipated with hideousness.

Turning around, the blood sword in his hand swept towards the white-clothed red-clothed ghost like a chaotic slash. The two ghosts who were sitting on the coffin and sitting in the sedan chair flew over and landed squarely in front of Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan stood still with his sword in his hand, and glanced at them coldly. Two ghosts rushed towards him at the same time, one of them quickly flashed behind him, and the ghost in mourning quickly attacked him.

Turning sideways slightly, to avoid the two ghosts' abdomen and back, the speed of the gratifying ghost is amazingly fast, Qing Xuan just "lost too much blood", his head was a little dizzy, he didn't have time to dodge for a while, and she grabbed a blood hole in his arm.

Seeing this, the ghost in the mourning clothes in the back immediately clasped one of Qing Xuan's hands, and the long black nails sank deep into the flesh. Qing Xuan grabbed its head with one hand, lifted it and kicked it on the waist, and when he was dragging its hair, the ghost body was not kicked away, but half knelt on the ground.

Qing Xuan's hand pulling its hair pressed down, and at the same time, a light twist of his own fell on its back, and with this force, he pressed his head to the ground fiercely, and beat it hard a dozen times.

The ghost reacted, and a strip of red cloth flew out of the big red sleeve and wrapped around Qingxuan's neck. The rope was tightened, the green rope was strangled so that the green tendons burst out, and the whole person was pulled up by brute force.

grabbed the red cloth and quickly spared a few circles in his hand, relieving the discomfort of suffocation. The short blade in his hand cut hard at the red cloth strip, and the red cloth strip was cut off halfway, and Qing Miao retreated dozens of steps with inertia.

After barely standing still, he put away the blood blade in his hand, and the blood blade began to condense into a ball, slowly gathering into a blood-colored bead.

Qing Xuan clasped his hands together and made a strange gesture, and the red beads began to burn slowly, and the scorching temperature could be felt far away.

With his hands spread out, the burning blood-colored beads scattered into dozens of fireballs, and then pushed forward, and the fireballs that were still floating neatly flew out in an instant, all towards the red and white ghosts.

The fire was so fast that dozens of rampant evil cults instantly turned into ashes. When the fire burned out, everything turned silent, and Qing Xuan sat on the ground weakly.

After a while, he secretly stopped the bleeding with his ghostly power, in this case he must not put himself in a strange place where danger lurks, he must get out of here.

Qing Miao got up from the ground with difficulty, stumbling and seeing that he was about to fall, he hurriedly held on to a tree on the side and took a few breaths.

His eyes were a little blurry, the night in front of him was a little blurry, and he looked up at a place, which was the direction of the cabin where he and Ning Ying lived, and said firmly in his heart: I can't fall, my back is not empty, I still have Ah Ying.

Ning Ying was dressed in light blue clothes, and the silver lock on her chest shone in the moonlight, which was very good-looking. Sitting on the wooden steps in front of the wooden house, holding his chin in his hands, he looked at the sky boredly.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound in the forest, Ning Ying stood up vigilantly and walked over slowly.

He took a closer look into the woods, saw nothing, and thought to himself what kind of beast was passing by, so he turned around and prepared to walk back to the cabin.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the next moment a wide body pressed against his back. Ning Ying quickly turned around and held the man's crumbling body.

"Father-in-law," Ning Ying exclaimed.

The two faced each other, and Qing Xuan's whole person leaned on Ning Ying's body as if he had no bones, and his head hung weakly on his shoulder.

Ning Ying was a little panicked, hugged his little father-in-law's waist, changed the angle, put Qing Xuan's hand on his shoulder, and carried the person forward.

"Father-in-law, what's wrong with you......?" Ning Ying's voice trembled a little, and her walking steps were a little unsteady for a while.