On the left and right sides are two teams of eighteen Arhat paper figures.

Old Zhou was speechless.

What's the role of your formation?!

The stairs up the stairs are obviously diagonally opposite!

You can't move, can't I just walk around you?

You're really out of your mind?!

Lao Zhou directly gave up the idea of fighting hard with the strong man paper people, and from what the leader of the strong man paper man said, it can be analyzed that I have indeed jumped out of the window and escaped, so now Xiao Yizi is definitely not here, so where will he go?

Since Xiao Yizi successfully escaped, why didn't he contact himself?

This was the most puzzling to Lao Zhou, who guessed that I should be in other danger or trapped somewhere and couldn't get out.

Moreover, from the perspective of the feng shui pattern of the entire villa area, the word "gathering and feeding" must be that someone gathers yin qi, ghost energy and ghost desires, and then feeds it to things that need this power to make food after being preserved by superb means.

So is Xiao Yizi hiding in the center of the formation to try to destroy this formation and achieve the result he wants?!

Maybe the so-called other side flower is planted in the center of the formation.

The flowers on the other side belong to the plants of the underworld, and the sudden appearance in the yang world must carry some unpredictable conspiracy.

This operation is also in line with Xiao Yizi's current identity.

Then smash the paper man Arhat array in front of you, and then find the person or ghost who runs this villa area behind the scenes, so as to find the location of Xiao Yizi.

Lao Zhou thought about the cause and effect in a short period of time, he had just returned from the field and did not know much about this matter, and there was no better way for a while.

So there is only one way to go.

Lao Zhou scratched his stubble of his hair, pasted the remaining rune paper in his trouser pocket on the floor of the villa, and then bit his middle finger, and a blood line was drawn from the end of the rune paper to the end of the rune paper.

After finishing the work, Lao Zhou habitually squinted his eyes and tied the red rope of the handle of the knife to his little finger to ensure that the knife would not be thrown away because of too much strength.

"Pro!"

The ghost in Lao Zhou's shoulder showed his head.

His daughter-in-law gently leaned her head sideways against Lao Zhou's temple, and the yin qi belonging to the ghost continued to pour into Lao Zhou's body.

The two souls are one.

Lao Zhou once again fell into a crazy thinking corner, gritting his teeth and wanting to cut off all the good things in the world and destroy all the misfortunes in the world.

The artistic conception of no sorrow and no joy occupies Lao Zhou's heart.

Echoing Lao Zhou Yao is the worries and old grudges all over the world.

The three eastern provinces outside the Guan.

Guannai River B, River N, Mountain X, Inner Mongolia G.

Even the more distant New J, the West Z and the extreme gentleness of the wind and moon south of the Huai River in the Qinling Mountains and the expectation and care from the seaside.

There was a mixture of emotions in the air.

In the depths of Lao Zhou, in the middle of the whirlpool, there was a light red shimmer attached to it.

With a glimmer of light, Lao Zhou finally straightened his rickety waist and steadied his slanted shoulders, no longer feeling weak and needing to linger.

But the burden is getting heavier and heavier.

Lao Zhou's eyes were red, struggling and panting, his mouth was flowing non-stop, and his appearance was really not elegant.

The blood stains on the blade of the short knife are not dry.

Lao Monday's feet shattered the floor and suddenly burst out, and there was no extra shelf when he came up with a knife, let alone chanting mantras and spells and pinching into magic seals.

It's just a simple knife.

This knife contains Lao Zhou's rules of survival.

This knife carries Lao Zhou's concern for family affection.

This knife was enough to kill all the lonely ghosts present.

In front of the blade, the strong man no longer pretended, no longer fiddled with martial arts moves, and no longer pretended to be a big hand and wanted to kill Lao Zhou.

Those fools who were idle until the opening of the market scattered and fled in a hurry, for fear that Lao Zhoudao would accidentally cut them to the ground.

The knife is close at hand.

The paper man Arhat shook in horror.

"Help!"

Finally, the paper man couldn't stand the pressure of the blade and jumped to the ground from the top of the formation, looking for a way to escape.

It's a pity that it's late.

The blade slashed at the paper figure closest to him in front of Lao Zhou.

The ghost of the paper man has no ability to resist, and the soul of the paper man who is cut off with a knife is scattered, and the body of the paper man becomes confetti and scatters.

Killing a paper man, Lao Zhou would never waste so much effort.

The knife didn't move, but the light flickered.

For a moment, he kept slashing and shredding the bodies of the remaining paper figures.

Thirty-six paper figures disappeared in an instant.

Not even the formation that would restore their bodies worked.

Lao Zhou raised his hand and waved the red rope to let the short knife turn around in his hand, and glanced back to catch a glimpse of the locked door of the villa on the first floor.

"The hell is rampant right now!"

Lao Zhou walked to the door and sniffed his nose: "It stands to reason that I shouldn't care about this kind of thing, but now it's about my godson." How can I let you waste in your hands if my godson is dead or alive!? ”

"Huh?"

"Are you worthy?!"

"Bang!"

Lao Zhou's mouth was foaming at the mouth, he took a few steps back, gathered enough strength to rush forward and put his knees against the gate, directly dry the gate shaft, and fly the door up.

The room inside the door.

Bright dark red light.

Under the light mapping, it is enough to see dozens of spiritual tablets and at least thirty urns of various varieties standing on the shelves of the room.

The black-and-white photographs of the urn are all of young women.

And the birthday hours written by dozens of spiritual positions are all born in the child.

"Help Me ......"

"Please save me......"

"We didn't do it voluntarily! We really didn't do it voluntarily! ”

"That thing forced us to do it!"

"Let me go...... I miss my mother. ”

……

The moment Lao Zhou walked into the room, more than thirty young female ghosts of about the same age floated out of the urn.

They either desperately begged Lao Zhou to let them go.

They may be numb and muttering about their miserable lives.

They may be relatives who were forced by life to sell their ashes.

They are the female ghosts who run the leather and meat business on the second floor.

"Alas! This is also a human suffering!"

Lao Zhou shook his head and sighed slightly, looking at the female ghost who was kneeling on the ground and begging him for help: "You all get up...... You don't have to kneel to me, and I can't protect myself. You stay here first, and when I find my godson, I will ask my godson to send you to the underworld to be reincarnated...... Is...... Alas! ”

Outside the room, there were only two living people left in the hall on the first floor at this time, Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi, Fang Fatzi didn't see the situation in the room, but he noticed that a breath far stronger than that of a powerful ghost spread from the second floor to the first floor, so he immediately called Lao Zhou: "Uncle Zhou!" Uncle Zhou! This second floor seems to be weird! ”

"Don't move blindly, my soul is scattered, I'm not responsible."

Lao Zhou naturally knew about the changes on the second floor, and he retreated to the hall on the first floor after instructing the female ghosts in the room. His perception is almost not inferior to me, and I am forcibly opened by my systematic mother, which makes him feel an unusual taste.

And there is a different kind of brilliant light in the taste.

This light is full of evil thoughts that deceive the hearts and minds of the world.

As a result, Lao Zhou was disgusted and shouted: "Roll down from the stairs by yourself!" What kind of god is pretended? What the hell? Do you really think that you are a true Buddha hanging in the west of the sky? ”

"This benefactor is too persistent in his heart, this fate can't be too exhausted, and if the fate is too exhausted, everything will end early. The benefactor should let go of the attachment and the seven emotions and six desires in his heart, kneel before my Buddha, wash away his karma, and ascend to the Pure Land of Bliss in the West as soon as possible. ”

A man walked down from the second floor.

If Miss Anan was present, she would definitely recognize him as Luo Daxian.

It's just that at this time, Luo Daxian had a scar on his bald head, was wearing a bright red robe, his hands were coiled with a string of Buddhist beads, and his neck hung on his hips with a pair of dark blue spikes. It is even more outrageous with the ghostly aura and golden light of the Buddha that shines in people's eyes, and it is like a Western innocent Buddha descending into the world, granting the supreme Buddha who can liberate ordinary people from ignorant suffering.

How can there be the appearance of fleeing back to Jiangbei with his life before.

Lao Zhou looked at his dignified appearance, so he was angry, pointed at his nose, and scolded: "Which robe do you wear?" Which door is scarred? Aren't you really afraid that Li Kui will bump into Ghost Li and suffer from God's curse?! ”

"Oh my God?"

Luo Daxian stood indifferently with his palms clasped together in front of his chest, and said the most coercive words in the most ordinary tone, as if God was no longer in his eyes.

"How can you pretend to be so forced?!"

Old Zhou's teeth itched: "Where is my godson?!"

"Your godson has been overtaken by me."

Luo Daxian knew that the godson that Lao Zhou said was the yin cha who was driven away, and he also knew that the yin cha was deliberately attracted to that place by the boss above.

I thought in my heart: When the above boss is successfully resurrected with the help of this yin body, he will definitely be like a fish in water in the yang world in the future, and he will no longer have to forcibly volatilize the Buddha's light like now, and then when the time is ripe, he must fan a few mouths back to Zhang Guanyu's face in person, so as to avenge his life.

Right now, these two living people.

Just kill it, no one can stop the boss from resurrecting!