Zhang Bao'er's heart moved, so she and Gu Yuntian followed the sound, bypassed a corner corridor, and entered a side room, and the sudden sound of running water should have come from this room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the faint light, Zhang Baoer glanced around, only to see that the room was full of blood-red tablets, and a row of wooden carved statues in front of him were hidden in the curtain of the shrines, and the pedestal of the shrine was quite high, half a person high.

Zhang Bao'er and Gu Yuntian didn't dare to be careless, one step at a time, adjusted their internal breath, walked slowly along the shrine, in an ancestral hall except for the sound of the cold wind and rain and the sound of the rain dripping, only the sound of their heartbeat was the clearest.

When they passed by the rows of shrines and statues, the sound of the rain dripping suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Bao'er couldn't help but feel nervous. Suddenly, his eyes glanced to the side, and he saw some clues. It turned out that the corners of the sitting statue in the shrine on her side were different from the others, and Zhang Baoer clearly remembered that the rest of the sitting statues were naturally lowered with their hands, placed on their knees, and the hem of their clothes hung down naturally. And the seated statue on the side of the body now, although the hands are on the knees, but firmly grasp the hem of the clothes, through the glimmer of the fire, you can vaguely see that the corners of the clothes of this sitting statue are wet.

Zhang Baoer suddenly understood that only people who came in from outside would be drenched in the heavy rain, and the sound of the rain ticking should be this person pretending to be a sitting statue and sitting in the shrine, but unexpectedly, his body was wet with rain, and the rain dripped down the corners of his clothes, attracting Zhang Baoer here. The man saw that the hiding was exposed, and he didn't dare to make a rash move, so in a hurry, he held the corner of his clothes in his hand, although he stopped the ticking sound, but Zhang Baoer saw the clues.

Thinking of this, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Zhang Baoer's mouth, and she only pretended not to know, slapped the blade of the steel knife in her hand on her hand, and let out a "Bang!" Syllable! He continued to walk forward, taking three or four steps. Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, and the steel knife in his hand came out of his hand, straight to the chest of the sitting statue.

Seeing this, Gu Yuntian knew that something was wrong, holding the fire fold, and also attacked the sitting statue.

The sitting statue is dressed in costumes and the surrounding Buddhist shrines are general, under the reflection of the firelight, half of the cat's face is illuminated, a white hair moves in the wind, there are no eyes in a pair of purple pupils, the left half of the face, the hair is knotted, under the beard, there is a faint purple seal rune flashing, coiled over the head and neck, all over the body, with a big mouth, full of fangs, is staring at Zhang Bao'er and laughing strangely, like a nightingale crying blood, very sad.

The monster was extremely fierce, and when he saw Zhang Bao'er's knife coming, he waved his left arm and blocked it in front of his throat.

Zhang Baoer's throw was carried with the strength of the body, only to hear the sound of "Du", the knife penetrated the monster's left arm, castrated unabated, pulled the monster's body, and nailed it to the wall of the ancestral hall.

The monster was in pain, screaming non-stop, using both hands and feet, holding the steel knife and pulling it out, pulling out the knife and throwing it on the ground, and at the same time moving, like a gecko crawler, climbing along the wall, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Baoer was taken aback, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the steel knife, held it in his hand, and secretly cursed in his heart that the years were unfavorable.

Gu Yuntian's face was heavy, as if he was thinking about something.

"Big Brother Gu, do you know what this monster is about?" Zhang Baoer asked.

Gu Yuntian said: "I don't know very well, I once heard the master say that this is probably the barbarian ancient art, although it is not the right way, but it is strange. Among them, there is a technique of raising corpses, when practiced to the extreme, it can make the yin corpse for its own use, forcibly close its mind with the art of witchcraft, and boil the skin and refine the body with witchcraft worm Gu, and the corpse that is formed does not avoid water and fire, is not afraid of swords, is not afraid of life and death, and is called the day of the 'Linglu'. ”

"Spirits?"

Zhang Bao'er suddenly remembered the previous trip to Shuzhou, he had seen Nanban's corpse chasing technique with his own eyes, and this corpse raising technique should be similar to the corpse chasing technique.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bao'er already had a plan in her heart, and said to Gu Yuntian: "In my opinion, in order to break this spirit, one needs to find out where the corpse controller is hiding, and the other is to find out how the corpse controller manipulates the yin corpse, and then find its principle and break it according to law." ”

Gu Yuntian nodded: "It should be like this!" ”

Zhang Bao'er pondered for a moment, and whispered to Gu Yuntian: "Brother Gu, wait for you to deal with that monster, and I will try to find the person who controls the corpse on the side!" ”

"I see!" Gu Yuntian nodded.

The two of them carried out of the palace, raised their eyes to see, at the northeast corner of the eaves, the monster was using both hands and feet, climbing up, the action was fast, not losing to the ape, still better than the master of light skills. In a breath, the monster had already opened its arms and pounced on the two of them, a pair of sharp claws covered with white hair.

Gu Yuntian did not hesitate to meet him, fighting with the monster and buying time for Zhang Bao'er.

At this time, the spirit spirit used both hands and feet, and when he came up, he put it on Gu Yuntian's shoulder, bared his mouth full of fangs, and bit it when he opened his mouth.

Gu Yuntian was horrified, raised his palm, and slashed directly at the door of the spirit face.

Unexpectedly, Linglu didn't dodge or dodge, and was slashed by Gu Yuntian on the front door with a palm, and it was only a slight pause, but the momentum was unabated, and he still opened his mouth to bite.

Thanks to Gu Yuntian's quick eyes, the iron chain in his hand shook, like a dragon going out to sea, it went around his shoulder, shot into the mouth of the spirit lu, and was bitten by the spirit lure. Gu Yuntian took the opportunity to volley into the air, kicked on the chest of the spirit lun, and raised it with his backhand, the other end of the iron chain was still bitten in the mouth by the spirit lun, and was pulled by Gu Yuntian's force, only to hear a piercing sound of gold and iron rubbing.

Looking at the spirit again, the fangs and chains in the mouth grind each other, and there have been sparks bursting out, faintly revealing a scorching breath of skin and flesh, which was smelled by the spirit spirit, but it stimulated the ferocious aura even more, and the purple pupils skyrocketed, and they were about to pounce again.

Gu Yuntian was in mid-air at this time, and without waiting for the old moves, the iron chain shook, and it was already wrapped around the neck of the spirit spirit, falling in the air, and stepping on the top of the spirit spirit's head. The spirit was in pain, and raised its hand to grab it with a claw, and grabbed it at the top of its head. At this time, Gu Yuntian had already taken advantage of the power of this step, turned over and landed, and the spirit claw did not hurt Gu Yuntian, but grabbed a piece of skin and flesh on the top of his head, and screamed in pain.

Gu Yuntian saw that the spirit was fierce, turned around and ran away, pulling an iron cable in his hand, and the iron cable was wrapped around the neck of the spirit spirit.

Gu Yuntian let go of his body and exerted it with all his might, only to see a figure like light smoke, running up and down around the ancestral hall, as if relying on the void to resist the wind, meteors and lightning. Where can the spirit be able to catch up with such speed, dragged around by the neck of the iron chain, or rockery, lake stones, or the corner of the temple, or the window lattice door, all of which were smashed by the head and face of the spirit lung, and debris flew sideways. The spirit was dragged by this chaos, and his face was already blurred with flesh and blood, only the purple seal rune on his body became brighter and brighter, and his ferocity continued unabated.