Chapter 677: The Eight-Sided Ghost Cup...
Boom, this really felt like an earthquake, I felt that the mountains in the distance were trembling, and when I looked at it again, a shadow appeared behind the wedding girl, a black shadow four or five meters high.
The old man frowned and stared at the black shadow, and he also knew that something bad was wrong, so he turned around and ran, where is still the figure of the sword.
But for a desperate person like me, it's all right.
I don't know why, the huge ghost shadow stared at me at the first glance after it appeared, probably because of the chanting in my heart, with a huge yin wind.
It was obviously terrifying, but I couldn't hear any sound, and suddenly an arm stretched out in the black air, such a tall body, and the arm stretched out was undoubtedly similar to ordinary people, and the proportions were incongruous and scary.
That arm is coming at me.
But before it came, its attention was attracted by the people on the side, and the navy blue saw that the sword was brought back, and now he held the sword in his hand, staring at it.
This person and two ghosts collided directly together like thunder and fire.
Although the old man had an empty sleeve in his left hand, he stabbed with a sword in his right hand, and handed it out flatly, but the layer of black gas wrapped around the ghost thing was washed away.
This is not a ghost at all, eight faces, sixteen arms, completely eight people entangled at that very strange angle, these eight faces are crying or laughing or angry, as if there are all kinds of flavors in the world.
I didn't look back, even if the sky fell now, it didn't matter to me, but suddenly a majestic wind appeared behind me, overturning me.
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I immediately saw a huge black grimace wrapped in mist coming towards me, and a desperate panic appeared in my eyes.
But I didn't have the strength to stand up.
I could only watch the grimace the size of the millstone magnify, and open my mouth towards me, the mouth was bubbling with orangutan black gas, and I was so desperate that I didn't even have the strength to dodge.
The little thing shrunk into my arms, trembling and afraid to open my eyes.
"It's okay, if you die, you'll be completely liberated." I muttered, and simply closed my eyes.
If I had before, I would have panicked and feared death.
But after experiencing so many things that are more terrible than death, I have long been able to be calm, and even sometimes feel that there is nothing wrong with dying.
If you are reincarnated, you will start over as an ordinary person.
You can't go with the flow if you can't be reincarnated.
As I pondered, a loud bang exploded in front of me, and I was caught off guard when I opened my eyes to see a slender white hand blocking the hideous grimace.
I slowly shrink back.
The slender hand was clear, but when it was retracted, it disappeared, like a hand sticking out of nothingness.
But this hand rippled through my calm heart, and I stood up and looked around, but the deserted place was full of gray mist.
"Ye Siming, I know it's you, you come out." My heart was shaken, but there was chaos in the heavens and the earth, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
"Little girl, Grandpa Nen, I'm back, I know, I finally fucking know" A voice came from far and near, and when she saw the current scene of the cemetery, she screamed, and then ran to me.
It's an old man who fought with Zhong Bai.
The old man staggered and ran over here, chattering, "I went back to ask for a hexagram and found that you did have a relationship with him, but you shouldn't get married today, and your grandmother made a mistake!" ”