I also saw several people wearing the clothes of the Republic of China, wearing old military uniforms, and even wearing Japanese officer uniforms, all of which were old ghosts who had died for some years.

One by one, they stood expressionlessly at the head of the grave, looking at me and the old man indifferently with a blue and black face.

The village directly called this place an old ghost nest, the ancestral grave and the corpse of the little devil who fought before, I don't know how many there are here, someone has seen it with their own eyes when they walked at night before.

The hazy moonlight above my head, I saw a group of people with missing arms and legs, no heads and no feet in this cemetery, I couldn't hold on, just this kind of powerful old ghost appeared dozens at once, and there were other ordinary ghosts.

Ye Siming came out to stop it before, and it shocked these guys, aren't they even afraid of their souls scattering?

This must have come out to help Wang Qianqian, I felt that the situation was not good, and I wanted to go over and pull the old man, but I didn't get close yet, the old man was aggressive, probably annoyed by those ghosts.

He yelled loudly, "Shut up Lao Tzu!" ”

This is still the timid and scared old man, who actually shouted such a sentence when the hundred ghosts were laughing, but these words shocked the chirping ghosts.

The old man presented the knife with one hand, with a compassionate look, and inserted it into the coffin, so many ghosts who roared at the ancestral tomb with his own strength, and the indomitable momentum of holding on to iron and blood, just like the general who looked at the field.

I looked up at him and imagined the excitement of him lifting his head from the green coffin, but the figure flashed, and the old man flew out of the coffin for several meters like a kite with a broken string.

A dark shadow appeared behind the old man standing just now, like an ever-bright lamp still burning on the coffin.

I called out to the old man anxiously, he was lying on the ground and didn't move, that black shadow didn't look like Wang Qianqian, although I wasn't sure, but I felt like this.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and then coughed violently, but he suddenly laughed, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Good, good!"

The old man lying on the ground said three words intermittently, got up with a little difficulty, made a gesture to wipe his mouth, and scolded: "The old thing who doesn't open her mind, are you sure you want to protect her?" ”

The old man stood up with difficulty, his whole body shook several times, and he almost fell, he took a deep breath, and at this time several old ghosts slowly floated towards the old man.

"The demon king binds his hands, guards my Xuan, the ferocity dissipates, and the Tao lasts forever." The old man's mouth was low, as if he was reciting a mantra, but it was more like he was strengthening his Dao heart.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and at the moment when those old ghosts came, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his mouth shouted, "Thunder Lin!" ”

The moment the words fell, two loud bangs suddenly roared in the sky, and two silver snakes as bright as day fell, crackling and hitting the two ghosts in front of them.

The fire flickered, and the ghost did not scream, but the white smoke dissipated with a sneer.

"My generation is in decline, and I think that the master is still talking and laughing when he led a hundred heavenly thunders, and he turned his hands to destroy the heroic posture of a hundred demons, I am afraid that there will be no successor." The old man murmured, smiling wistfully and bitterly.

"But even so, I'll see if you're a hundred-year-old ghost, or if I'm an old bone who has been boiling for half a hundred years and refuses to return to the earth, you want to protect her, then okay, I'll kill you first, and then, I'm killing her!"

The old man was in a daze, Teng raised his hand, pinched a gesture, the bell shook in bursts, kicked the mahogany cane, and pierced at the other black shadow.

With a click, the peachwood cane broke, and the old man spurted out a mouthful of old blood with a pop.