When the essence and blood of the martial artist are all digested, the target of the ghost thing will be turned into all the ordinary people in Yuqiao Town, don't expect the ghost thing to ignore the slightest blood food.

The rain was majestic, and Zhan Shiman's body was covered by Zhan Yu's pure spiritual power, and it was not corroded.

This pile of flesh and blood seems to have absorbed all the internal warriors, and began to retract into the ground, sending essence blood back to the ghosts, but the flesh and blood are too big, the process is very slow, and if you want to retract all of them underground, it will take at least an hour.

"Your master is dead, come with us. "Time waits for no one, Huo Yifan does not allow ghosts to get these powers, I don't know how many martial arts essence blood there is, if they are absorbed and devoured by ghosts, they will definitely grow to an extremely terrifying level, they are no longer opponents, and the corpse bone forest outside is no longer on the same level as it, and it cannot be trapped!

The ghosts are no longer restrained, and after killing them, they can ravage the world.

"My Master...... He's dead. The young monk was dumbfounded and muttered to himself, although he was prepared in his heart, but when Huo Yifan told the news of his death, he still couldn't accept it.

"Go there, the boy surnamed Shi is waiting for you. At the head of the wall, a crazy man suddenly appeared, it was Liu Changsheng.

"It's you!" Zhan Shiman recognized and exclaimed.

"Come down and speak!" The gray line of spiritual power in Huo Yifan's eyes poked out and wrapped himself in Liu Changsheng, whether it was a person or a ghost, pull it down first.

Liu Changsheng smiled mysteriously, and disappeared out of thin air when Huo Yifan's spiritual power gray thread was wrapped around his body.

The gray line of spiritual power was wrapped in an empty space, Huo Yifan and Zhan Yuchun looked at each other, frowning and puzzled, ghosts are not like them, but they are definitely not people!

This kind of method can't be done by spiritual cultivation, and in the perception, Liu Changsheng's body is empty and has no power.

"Who is he?" Zhan Yuchun looked around, looking for Liu Changsheng's figure.

Zhan Shiman knew that the eldest sister was asking her, and repeated the scene of Liu Changsheng at the door of the inn the day before yesterday, as well as the words, word for word.

"Three, seven, five, nineteen......"

"Little Five, there is a lot of oil underground, and it smells exactly the same as you......"

Huo Yifan pondered for a while, don't worry about the numbers in front for the time being, Xiao Wu should be someone known to the crazy man, and what is the smell of oil in the ground?

Zhan Yuchun's eyes swelled with brilliance, and the oil on the ground was not difficult to understand from the literal meaning, and the taste was ......

"Find Shi Yan first, he must know a lot, he is not in the inn, he should have found the entrance to the underground mine. Time waits for no one, Huo Yifan said as he walked towards the house.

The Cham sisters acted like the wind, and the young monk was left behind.

He restrained his sadness and kept up quickly, the most important thing now is to live, in order to fulfill the master's last wish and revitalize Xihe Temple.

The door of the house collapsed as soon as it was pushed, and it was already old and decaying, but it looked normal on the outside.

The two lanterns at the door were red and seeping people, and Huo Yifan's spiritual power gray line was swept away, exploded into annihilation, and drifted away with the wind.

It's just an illusion caused by the influence of the power of ghosts, it's not really blood red, it's still two white lanterns, and the essence won't change.

Huo Yifan and Zhan Yuchun are spiritual cultivators with excellent eyesight, and at a glance they saw Shi Yan in the middle of the house a hundred meters away from the lawn, squatting by the pond and not knowing what they were doing, the dagger in their palms was stained with blood, and just a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the dagger.

The little girl was waiting on the side, and her body was covered with rich spiritual power to block the rain, a one-star spiritual cultivator?

Several people were secretly frightened, saying that they were sisters, but in fact, everyone knew that it was a sword-holding maid.

Shi Yan actually asked a one-star spiritual cultivator to be his maid?

When the four of them approached, they saw the picture in the pond, Huo Yifan's face was expressionless, and the Zhan sisters frowned to avoid blood.

The young monk also clasped his palms together and closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Lin Haiyun is not dead, but he has more air and less air intake, and the dagger wounds on his body are dense, and there are dozens of bones, and many of them are injured and half recovered by unknown forces, and they are cut again, which shows the weight of the punishment.

"Brother Shi, who are you?" Huo Yifan no longer called him a little brother, he subconsciously called him the same, and Shi Yan's age was completely ignored by him.

Huo Yifan felt a little unbearable in his heart, one day husband and wife, he didn't have real feelings for Lin Haiyun, but he had memories of being dominated by hormones.

"It's nothing, did you see that ghost?" Shi Yan twisted Lin Haiyun's neck with a palm, got up and faced the four of them, Lin Haiyun knew that he had already asked, and there was no need to interrogate again.

The last breath was broken, and Lin Haiyun's body sank into the pond.

Xuan'er watched intently, as if she had learned a lot, and the little excitement on her face was not contrived, but genuinely interested.

Shi Yan also didn't have the guilt of bringing a good girl crookedly.

When interrogating Lin Haiyun, the street was moving, and he knew the flesh and blood walls, but there was no need to care, if Huo Yifan and the others couldn't even deal with these, how could they deal with the ghost thing?

"I haven't seen the ghost thing...... Huo Yifan told everything he knew.

Seeing Shi Yan's gaze sweeping, Zhan Yuchun's eyes were quite calm, Zhan Shiman subconsciously avoided it, not daring to look directly, she was already afraid of Shi Yan, although she didn't want to admit it.

Hearing that the old monk died, Shi Yan was puzzled, although it was only a short contact, but the old monk was not like an unprepared person, and the fullness of Buddha power in his body was very rare, how could he die?

The incident had happened, so Shi Yan didn't ask, maybe it was related to the young monk.

Listening to Huo Yifan's story to the end, Shi Yan asked in surprise, "Have you also seen Liu Changsheng?"

"That crazy man is Liu Changsheng?" Huo Yifan was shocked, Liu Changsheng also became a ghost?

Shi Yan did not hide it, and told everything he knew, and the two parties compared the news, and the situation became clearer and clearer.

"The ghost is not Wen Yuchun, is it the son of Wen Yuchun and Lin Haiyun?" After getting the accurate news from Shi Yan's interrogation, Huo Yifan's spine was cold, what has Lin Haiyun done to hide from Xuan Heaven all these years?

Shi Yan sighed, he was also surprised, this Wen Yuchun was too crazy, he actually made his own flesh and bones into wax figures, and sacrificed them to living people, ten days ago, Wen Yuchun gathered most of the wax masters in Mingliang Mansion, and he was making wax figures of living people.

As for why Wen Yuchun didn't take others, and sacrificed his own flesh and blood, he also got the answer from Lin Haiyun.

Wen Yuchun is a peak martial artist in the Digang Realm, and he has not been able to advance an inch for several years. And in the weird and weird dynasty of demons and chaos, there is no sense of security.

He frantically studied the method of living with the wax figure, wanting to have the power to fight against ghosts, and his own flesh and blood were connected to his blood, imitating the puppet method of a certain vein in the spiritual practice, which was extremely crazy.

But it's not easy to say, the wax figure of a living person was not successful, but the resentment was too great, and the angry people accidentally gave birth to a ghost thing, and it can also be said that the ghost thing is Wen Yuchun, who is half integrated with his son.

Finding a way to confront ghosts didn't succeed, but he became a ghost, which has to be said to be extremely ironic.

When the ghost thing was born, thunder fell from the sky, except for Wen Yuchun, the rest of the wax masters were all implicated in death.