Song Changqing only felt that the Aunt Wu in his arms was getting colder and colder, and a cold feeling that made people feel palpitations turned from his arms and chest to his whole body.

'Sidso. ’

His ears were keenly catching the subtle movements, as if something was slowly moving between the grass.

At this moment, it was as if a weed had been plucked and clung to the instep of his foot.

The grass seemed to carry the coldness of the night mist, and it touched his ankles, making him shiver with excitement, and suddenly the whole person was a little sober.

As the chief disciple of Song Daochang, he has also seen all kinds of demons and ghosts since he was a child, even if Song Changqing reacted that something was not quite right, he might have fallen into the Tao.

It's a pity that at this time, he hugged 'Aunt Wu', and there was no way to look down to see what was wrong, so he had to lift his legs and stomp his feet.

But before he could lift his feet, the cold touch had turned into a thread of vines, like a slender snake, wrapping around his ankles, and in an instant his feet were wrapped tightly.

As soon as he was entangled, Song Changqing felt a chill penetrate into his body from the soles of his feet, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver, and the arm holding 'Aunt Wu' loosened a little.

I thought that with the power of 'her', she would definitely take the opportunity to escape after this relaxation.

But who knew that the moment Song Changqing's arm was released, 'Aunt Wu' not only did not escape, but seemed to have a pair of cold, cold 'hands' that grabbed his arms.

In an instant, Aunt Wu's hand seemed to turn into a pair of boneless vines, slowly wrapping up along his arms, shrinking very tightly little by little.

This kind of behavior is like a sympathetic gesture of hugging, but the 'Aunt Wu' he is holding in his arms is not some kind of warm fragrant nephrite, but it may be something that kills him!

His legs and hands were tied at the same time, and Song Changqing fell into a place where he was counter-controlled by 'Aunt Wu'.

He moved his shoulders, only to find that the power was restrained.

And with the invasion of this cold and bone-chilling evil qi, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be frozen all at once, and he couldn't use it at all.

As soon as Song Changqing realized this, he was anxious.

At this moment, the back of the head of 'Aunt Wu', who was originally leaning on his arms, lifted slightly, and her hair rubbed against his clothes, making a sound of 'Xi Xi Suo'.

It's a very strange move.

Song Changqing obeyed Song Daochang's orders and locked 'Aunt Wu' from behind, 'Aunt Wu' was originally close to him with her back, and she was also facing Song Daochang.

When 'she' lifts the back of her head at this time, it stands to reason that she should lower her head to cause the back of her head to rise.

But in Song Changqing's opinion, this action gave him the illusion that 'Aunt Wu' raised her head.

The hair that was originally neatly coiled was loosened a little because of the previous action of the two of them, and I saw that between the gaps where the hair was split, the scalp squirmed twice, and it slowly turned into two slits, and a pair of red eyes opened between the wriggling!

At the beginning, Song Changqing thought that he was too nervous and spent his eyes, and he had an illusion.

When he looked closely, he saw a human face growing on the back of Aunt Wu's head, and she grinned at him!

This scene caught Song Changqing off guard, and a large number of goosebumps immediately gushed out from the back of his neck, grabbing his scalp and forcing his hair to stand on end.

'Aunt Wu' was originally backed by him and held hostage by him.

At this time, after the 'face' appeared, it happened to be leaning on Song Changqing's collarbone.

This 'intimate' posture made the bold Song Changqing feel a chill in his heart, and after looking at the gloomy blood-glittering eyes, he couldn't help but gasp.

Where Song Changqing couldn't see, several blood vines jumped up from his feet, 'whooshing' around his legs and arms, making it difficult for him to escape.

The ten sharp blood needles poking out of Aunt Wu's fingertips stretched longer and longer, and as the corners of the face on the back of 'her' head opened more and more, she saw that she was about to stab Song Changqing's body.

He already felt that something was wrong, but it was a pity that he was hugged very tightly by 'Aunt Wu' at this time.

A cold ghost aura has completely surrounded him, the spiritual power in his body has been frozen, and he can't exert half of his strength up and down!

The people and scenery around him seemed to disappear in an instant, and all he could see in front of him was the terrifying face with a ghostly aura, and the face leaning against his neck opened its mouth, poking out a cold and clammy tongue, looking for the main artery along his neck!

He opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue already resting in front of his beating veins.

'Suddenly! Dodo! ’

After being extremely concentrated, Song Changqing heard the sound of his blood pulsing and the 'gurgling' sound of blood flowing.

The tip of the tongue stopped on the throbbing veins, straining slightly—the soft skin was incredibly weak in front of the cold tip of the tongue.

He could even imagine that in the next moment, the tip of the ghost's tongue pierced like a blade, the veins were cut, and a large amount of blood gushed into 'her's mouth.

Song Changqing thought of the three pillars of incense that he had broken in front of his ancestor before he went out.

"This is about to be robbed?"

Perhaps it was a foreshadowing, but he was unusually calm at this time, except for some regrets.

Daoist Song had already noticed something unusual about the big apprentice, and roared angrily.

At the last moment, Song Qingxiao's pupils shrank, and there was a murderous look in his eyes!

A divine consciousness turned into an attack, and quickly went to the residual imprint attached to 'Aunt Wu'.

"Ah......h

The mouth of 'Aunt Wu' and the grimace that had appeared in the back of her head for a long time let out a terrible wail at the same time.

The tip of the tongue that was against Song Changqing's neck moved, and the silver mirror that Song Daochang sacrificed had already appeared in front of 'Aunt Wu'.

"Evil obstacles, dare to harm people! I want to see what you are! It's not going to show up soon! ”

As soon as Song Daochang's words fell, the silver mirror shone brightly.

'Aunt Wu''s screams became more and more terrible, and she shook her head desperately, as if she wanted to close her swollen eyes tightly.

The light in the silver mirror seemed to be dazzling to her, and gradually, a shadow began to appear in the mirror.

Song Daochang stepped forward quickly, originally wanting to see what the hell appeared in the mirror.

But although he was fast, there was one man who was faster than him.

Before he could stand by the mirror, he saw a figure standing on the side of the mirror.

"Qingxiao?"

The old Taoist priest couldn't believe his eyes, his little apprentice, who had shown extremely poor talent since he was a child, and was timid and small, was standing by the mirror at this time, looking at the ghost in the mirror, and looked like he was relishing.

In the distortion of the image in the mirror, a pale and delicate melon seed face flashed by, and then with the wriggling of the image, it transformed into a strange woman's face, facing Song Qingxiao's four eyes.

The woman in the mirror looked to be in her twenties, with a pair of black pupils, and no whites of her eyes could be seen.

Her face was pale, she was wearing a blue and gray shroud, her hair hung down on the sides of her cheeks, and she looked ghostly.

When she met Song Qingxiao's gaze, the female ghost's face showed a hint of cringe, as if she sensed her powerful cultivation.

But after Song Daochang also appeared, the female ghost's face quickly distorted, and there was resentment in her eyes:

"Nosy, don't die well!"

She opened her mouth, a curse-like sound.

'Titicaca! ’

The crowd around the ox cart heard this, and there was a constant sound of teeth clattering.

When Aunt Wu was recruited for the first time, these people were also affected, like a ghost hitting a wall, and they didn't notice anything wrong at all from beginning to end.

It wasn't until later that Daochang Song took action to beat the ghost woman to the point and broke this magnetic field, and although everyone came to their senses and understood what had happened before, they didn't see it with their own eyes, nor did they hear it with their own ears, even if they were afraid, it was just fear.

But this time is different, although everyone didn't see the situation in the mirror, but they saw the strange scene of 'Aunt Wu's eyes red and blood and tears.

I heard the extremely cold female voice in the mirror again, and this kind of stimulation was far more exciting than 'knowing' that there were ghosts.

If it weren't for the weakness of the hands and feet because of too much fear, and the only way to stand firm was to hold on to the ox cart, I am afraid that everyone would have been frightened by this time, and they would have been unable to give birth to four legs and flee far away.

"Evil Barrier!"

Song Daochang was a little surprised to see the little apprentice appear here, and then after hearing the words of the female ghost, the strange feeling in his heart was instantly suppressed by him, he raised his eyebrows, and shouted:

"Dare to be hard-mouthed!"

"Hahaha-"

The woman in the mirror opened her mouth, and there was a burst of crisp and pleasant laughter.

It's just that this voice came from the cold silver mirror, and it was already terrifying for the surrounding villagers, and they only felt that the three souls and seven spirits were going to be frightened out of their bodies.

"You can't escape......"

The female ghost said gloomily: "They will all die in Shen Zhuang, she and ......"

Before she could finish speaking, a look of extreme fear appeared on her face, as if she had 'seen' something that made this murderous ghost extremely terrible.

"No...... I was wrong...... Spare me......" A terrible pleading came out of her mouth, which finally turned into a howl:

"Ah......h

As soon as this scream sounded, I saw her face instantly frozen in the silver mirror.

This process lasted about a second, and then the figure of the female ghost in the silver mirror shattered with a bang.

It burst open like shattered glass, and large strands of blood suddenly poured out from the original silver glittering mirror.

In the sound of a stream gurgling, a puddle of blood gushed out from the front and back of the mirror, and in a moment, the silver mirror was dyed through and turned into an extremely red color!

A sickening smell of rich blood spread out, and the moment the silver mirror was eroded by blood, the silver glow was obscured, and the mirror was like melted chocolate, fused with the blood.

'Whew-'

A gust of wind swept up on the flat ground, scraping the blood light apart, tearing it into a thin veil of crimson mist, swinging for several meters, and finally turning into nothingness and blending into the surrounding mountain mist.

Aunt Wu's head drooped, and the sharp blood needles on her fingers turned into sticky blood, silently elongated and fell into the soil.

The long tongue that was clinging to Song Changqing's neck disappeared, and the strange grimace disappeared.

The blood vine that wrapped around Song Changqing's arms and feet retracted, and the power that suppressed him spread out.

With the death of the ghost, his originally inoperable spiritual power changed course within his veins again, and his power returned.

Song Changqing escaped death.

A wisp of black gas came out from Aunt Wu's feet, like a pitch-black insect, slowly burrowing into the ground and disappearing.

As soon as this black gas came out, Aunt Wu's body slid softly to the ground, and Song Changqing subconsciously grabbed her.

After this grasp, he found that his strength had revived, and the spiritual power that had been suppressed by the bullet ran around him, trying to expel the ghost qi that had previously eroded his body.

"Master, master—"

I don't know if it was because of being invaded by the powerful ghost yin qi, or if he almost died, at this time, Song Changqing had just escaped from the predicament, and he felt that Aunt Wu in his hand was amazingly heavy.

After he woke up, he grabbed Aunt Wu with all his might, and couldn't help but call.

Song Daochang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly came back to his senses and helped him hold Aunt Wu up.

"The Taoist is really a god and a man!"

The voice of the powerful ghost has disappeared, and everyone who witnessed the scene when the silver mirror was burning, they all thought that the ghost was killed by Song Daochang, and they all stepped forward to congratulate Song Daochang in unison.

“……”

The old Taoist priest grabbed the unconscious Aunt Wu, his lips moved, as if he wanted to make a sound, and finally endured it for a long time, but it turned into a long sigh.

He knows his own family.

Before he could make a move, the demon had been destroyed, and at the same time, he had destroyed an excellent treasure for him, which made him feel distressed.

But the question is, who died this ghost?

Is this one who has eliminated a terrible ghost a human or a ghost?

To be able to kill such a murderous resentful soul right under his nose, while leaving no trace, if it's a friend, it's just an opponent-

The old Taoist priest didn't dare to think about what the result of his master and apprentice would be when he encountered such a powerful opponent.

Before leaving, the scene of offering incense to the ancestors came to his mind.

The flattering words of the crowd reached his ears, and he was even more worried.

Shen Zhuangzhi has walked so far, and before he has entered the scope of Shen Zhuang, so many things have happened.

The real big trouble was still to come, but the ghosts that appeared on the road were already making him feel very difficult.

But he didn't dare to say these words, otherwise these ordinary people who regarded him as a god would only cause more panic if they knew that even he felt helpless.

"Aunt Wu was possessed twice, and her body spirit suffered a big loss, so she was helped into the car first."

The old Taoist priest was the oldest, and his prestige was also high at this time, and after he spoke, everyone obeyed his orders.

Aunt Wu herself was obese, and she was unconscious again, and her body was even more sinking.

Everyone was terrified when they saw her being possessed by demons before, and when they saw that her face and hands were still stained with undried blood, so a large group of people had a great time moving her as a woman.

If Song Changqing hadn't taken a hand, I'm afraid she might not have been able to move her to the ox cart.

After everyone got the people into the ox cart, several men leaned on the side of the cart and were tired and panting, and some people suddenly let out a frightened scream as if they had discovered something.

"Ahh