"I ......"

The old man wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he slowly lowered his head, and I felt that something was wrong, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you." ”

Then he shook his head, trying to see what was in front of him.

The mouthful of blood on the tip of my tongue almost killed me, and when it became clear to me, I gasped and screamed no!

A bloody wound appeared on the old man's neck, and a small claw stretched out from behind.

I feel sorry for Xiaoyou, but the old man is my elder, and now he is my master.

With a plop, the old man inhaled and knelt on the ground, looking at me with complicated eyes, a little helpless, but also a little distressed, I knew what he meant, he couldn't bear to let me see this little ghost really become like this.

"Xiao Yu! Little Quiet! I craned my neck and shouted, in exchange for a triumphant laugh from the little hysteria.

Ghosts, after all, are ghosts! At its root, it's evil!

Xiao You stretched out her hand back, she sucked her nose and licked the blood on her hand, where is there still a little bit of a well-behaved girl, it is clearly a demon.

Xiao Yu slowly crawled on the ground, hanging out her scarlet tongue, licking the blood from her mouth, I could only watch her reach the old man's back, baring her fangs and biting the old man's neck.

My eyes were wet, and I wanted to use the gossip mirror to hit Xiaoyou, but now that I can be conscious, it's good, the gossip mirror is pressed on my hand like Mount Tai, and I can't urge it at all.

"That's it, the cause and effect of the year, it's over."

When Xiao You was about to bite the old man to death, the latter whispered such a sentence.

I didn't even see it clearly, so I watched Xiao You fly out on his back, and the old man stood up from the ground tremblingly, and his rickety body slowly stood upright, like a bow, like a mountain.

"Ghosts, even poor ghosts, should be punished."

"Li Bai, the unfilial son of Maoshan, please come up to the ancestor and punish the ghost who will be killed!"

The old man's voice was loud, and these three sentences seemed to come from the Nine Clouds and the Nine Hidden Heavens, like immortals, like demons.

In fact, people in ancient times knew better than us how to use this treasure on people, including qigong, and even the kind of martial arts in post-modern times.

The witch culture was divided, and only then did there be a future Tao.

Ghosts, witches, Gu culture, and the ancestor of Maoshan is Zhang Daoling, although it is a branch, although it has been circulated for nearly three thousand years, some of the essence may be gone, but after all, it has been precipitated for so long, if the old man really magnifies the move.

Not to mention Xiaoyou, even if it is a fierce ghost, I guess there is no way to live.

After the old man shouted this, the room where he could still see the light was suddenly like falling into the ink tank, and he couldn't see his fingers, and it was absolutely dark.

It was as if I had fallen into the void, and if I hadn't heard my bellows gasp, I would have thought I was dead.

The light, I can't tell what kind of light it was, slowly lit up from afar, glowing green, just like the ghost fire.

I saw a face, half crying, half smiling, half crying and compassionate.

Like the Buddha and Bodhisattva, the smiling face is peerless, like a beauty, and the sharp contradictions are so harmoniously combined, giving people not only a visual impact, but also the coercion from the soul.