When the two of them were hiding their own thoughts, the time came to eight o'clock.

Bai Tang casually threw aside the unsightly yellow paper he folded, stretched his waist, and relaxed his muscles, "I'll go back as soon as I go, you can recuperate at home." ”

"Yes, as soon as possible." Jiang Futing advised.

Bai Tang waved his hand, but as soon as he opened the window, a female ghost covered in blood suddenly fell from the window!

She had no hands, she hung upside down on her two broken legs, her long hair hanging down like a mop to the edge of the window, and she stared at them with those eyes that were so soaked that her eyeballs were about to bulge.

Bai Tang climbed up to the window and kicked her down angrily, "It's in the way." ”

He didn't go through the door because he was worried that there would be too many ghosts tonight, and if he didn't pay attention to let them get into the house, Amin and his husband would probably be scared to death.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the window was opened, there was already waiting for them outside.

Jiang Futing saw that he had just finished kicking one, and immediately a male ghost with a hanging tongue and a head crumbling on his neck came from behind.

It's just that the male ghost hasn't even arrived at the window yet, and there are a lot of them coming from all directions, and just driving them away is exhausting.

Jiang Futing clenched his fists, even if he knew Bai Tang's strength, in front of such a huge number of ghosts, he couldn't help but be a little worried, "You act carefully." ”

Bai Tang jumped out of the window, and with a wave of his hand, he drove away the group of demon corpse puppets that were about to hit him.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows casually, "What's wrong with your mother-in-law, you can rest assured at home, they are all ants, and they can't climb on me." ”

Still smiling at the critical moment, Jiang Futing was about to speak, Bai Tang guessed what he was going to say, and immediately closed the window.

Then, through the window, he joked without seriousness: "If you miss me, if you are reluctant, I will listen to it when you come back!" I'm going to save someone! ”

Speaking of the back, the voice became smaller and smaller as he walked away, leaving only a vague and impatient shout, "Come! Let one, let one! Don't get in the way, don't get in my way. ”

His easy-going and casual attitude made a dangerous thing as easy as going out to buy groceries.

For a moment, Jiang Futing even had the illusion that he had returned to Fude Lane, and the early stall was blocking the road to and from the road, which was how Bai Tang shouted at that time.

When the raunchy shouting completely disappeared, Jiang Futing returned to the table, and his eyes suddenly noticed the yellow paper that had been casually discarded by Bai Tang just now.

He picked it up and looked at it.

The yellow paper is strangely folded, hard and thick, and it is no better than crumpled waste paper. Some places have been stacked back and forth many times, and it's a miracle that they haven't rotten.

Under the control of his fingertips, the paper ball rolled back and forth very obediently.

Jiang Futing pondered for a long time, leaning on a small sharp corner protruding from the corner, and then with a flash of inspiration, he carefully looked at the paper ball from beginning to end, and finally guessed that Bai Tang was folding a bird.

Suddenly, I sighed in my heart, this thing is not like a fold, the head is not the head, the tail is not the tail, and there are not even wings, so I can recognize it

Come.

If the sculptor's hand was kissed by God, then Bai Tang's hand is likely to be the hand of God when he was drunk, and his foot was rested as his hand.

It took him nearly ten minutes just to guess what was folded like a riddle.

But Bai Tang spent half an hour stacking a bird out, it was really just stacking and playing, or was it ······ Do you have other intentions?

I rubbed my fingertips twice on the rough yellow paper, and I couldn't figure it out, so I simply kicked it into my pocket first.

He returned to the window, and looked out of the room through a layer of hazy window paper, his back straight like a spear standing in the storm, and his eyebrows and eyes were like long hooks that had gone through the ups and downs without leaving room for it.

The ghost things that were driven away by Bai Tang just now were quiet outside the house for less than a moment, and then began to gather here again.

A black shadow suddenly hung down on the window paper and swayed back and forth like a noodle in front of his eyes, Jiang Futing opened the window slightly, and the waterfall-like black hair hung down again.

The upside-down head swayed from side to side like a pendulum clock, and the blood from the corners of her eyes continued to spill out, falling down the foreheads on both sides of her, seeping into her hair, and then slowly dripping onto the edge of the window, dyeing the window scarlet.

It's a female ghost who has just been kicked by Bai Tang.

Jiang Futing looked at the stained window expressionlessly, and politely reminded: "You are dirty." ”

The swaying female ghost obviously didn't expect his words, and the rhythm of swaying left and right was disrupted.

Then, the bloodstained face suddenly squeezed out a mad smile, and the flesh on the cheeks was soaked for an unknown amount of time, so puffy that it was impossible to even see its original appearance.

Move casually, even the belt meat hangs there, and it looks like it can't fall off.

The blood flowing from his facial features also flowed more rapidly, and after a while, the windowsill was all dyed red.

Jiang Futing's whole mind was on the dirty windowsill blistered with blood, and his voice couldn't help but be a little colder: "I said, you got dirty." ”

The impatience and chill in the voice almost froze the female ghost, and the female ghost's swaying body suddenly stiffened, and the fierce expression on her face instantly lost her momentum, and it looked weird and a little nondescript.

She was scared twice in a row, but the result was not the same as she expected, and she almost suspected that the ghost was born.

But her stunned didn't last long, the reinforcements behind her had already come in, the temperature dropped sharply in the scorching summer night, and the surroundings were full of cold cold.

The female ghost's confidence immediately recovered a lot, and she turned to cry in a low voice as if she was aggrieved.

The cry was like a mourning, low and deep, with an indescribable grievance, long and circumambulating, hooking everyone's fearful emotions.

After a long time, she seemed to have crossed the window for some time, floated behind her, and lay on the edge of Jiang Futing's ear, sobbing constantly.

Jiang Futing made a move, this will naturally not be so easy to be fooled, as soon as he concentrated, his mind turned, and he dispersed this sad and resentful bewitchment.

The ghosts in this mountain forest are indeed different from the ghosts outside, and the ability to attract people's hearts is really good.

The female ghost didn't succeed, and the sad eyes just now suddenly became extremely resentful, and she couldn't wait to rush into the room to give birth

Tear him up.

Jiang Futing relied on her and couldn't get in, so he directly dragged the stool over, deliberately opened the window with malice, and sat at the window while nibbling melon seeds, while admiring the ghosts outside.

Judging from the performance of the female ghost just now, these ghosts are not completely unconscious, they are just controlled by others, but there is still a little concept of autonomy, otherwise they will be like those corpse puppets in Ning Yuan's house, they don't even know what the crisis is, and they will only be like a puppet to be a killing machine.

The ghosts crowded in a bunch outside seemed to be provoked by him, and suddenly became more irritable, scrambling to be the first to rush over all at once, and the ghosts with unknown conditions in the distance thought that there was a breakthrough here, and they also crowded here when they saw this.

There are more and more mighty teams, and this bungalow is directly surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and the water is impassable, and even ghosts can't squeeze in.

Jiang Futing didn't expect that his unintentional move would make such a big move, and Amin who stayed in his room didn't know what was going on.

How did her home suddenly become a fragrant dumpling in the eyes of ghosts, all gathered here, she was so frightened that she could only nest tightly in the quilt and shiver.

The howls outside seemed to be tightly wrapped around her, enveloping her.

Jiang Futing was helpless, so he had no choice but to put down the melon seeds in his hand, looked at the time again, and pinched the approximate time when Bai Tang would come back.

It's been fifteen minutes, and it should be soon.

What's more, the ghosts closest to the window were about to howl for most of the day, and they couldn't turn anyone out of everything they could, and they began to want to find another target.

He clapped his hands, cocked Erlang's legs, and casually glanced at the nearby ghosts with his long narrow eyes.

It seems to be a casual glance, but it seems to be able to freeze them all in an instant.

Turbid gray gas flashed in his dark eyes, filled with the crushing of the aura of the superior.

It's a feeling they've experienced, every long night, on the altar high up above.

But how could this person have such a smell!

Jiang Futing didn't care what these ghosts had in mind, he only tried it a little, and since he saw the fire in the morning, he had always had an inexplicable doubt.

Since he could see something with the help of the fragments in his body, did that mean that the two were really somewhat related?

I didn't expect this to be a mistake and a real name. Whether it's direct or indirect, maybe it really has something to do with artifacts.

He grasped the instinctive jealousy and fear of these ghosts, and asked unhurriedly, "Is the house so scary?" ”

The female ghost who just loved the present, listened to his question and fell from it in fright, and she was already stained with blood, and when she got up again, it was blood and mud, and she was really unkempt and embarrassed.

"Scared like this?" Jiang Futing sighed in an exaggerated tone.

Several ghosts who had been frightened by him looked at each other in fear and fear, and the terrible appearance that was still domineering and about to kill just now didn't seem to be them, which would twist and pinch and pull each other around.

"Good stuff big

Home to share. Jiang Futing said seriously.

The more they are, the more problematic these houses may be.

The houses here are almost exactly the same from house to house, and the shape and direction are good, except for the center point on the village chief's side, and the spacing between the other portals is basically the same.

The more he pressed the question, the more jealous the ghosts became, cowering.

His sharp eyes grabbed the upside-down female ghost who fell to the ground, and the other party's expression was obviously about to speak and stopped, wanting to say but not daring to say it.

Jiang Futing kindly helped them eliminate their troubles, and bluntly named them: "If you want to say it so much, it's you." ”

As he spoke, he loosely raised his fingers, and small gray gas gushed out from his fingertips, like a handful of churning flames floating in front of the female ghost.

The blood on the female ghost's face was almost scared dry by him, and she seemed to be quite afraid of this breath, she wanted to slip away, but the ghost squeezed the ghost, and she couldn't run if she wanted to.

The rabble outside cried wolf excitedly, and they couldn't wait to think of a way to drill into it.

She really didn't have a place to cry.

It is very likely that the female ghost has been refined by the Immortal Sect like Ning Qiuyu, but she is just a failure, and her strength is relatively weak, so she can only be cannon fodder in this mountain forest.

Jiang Futing was not in a hurry for her to reply, and slowly rubbed his chin with his other hand, repeatedly seeking to verify the doubts in his heart.

In this way, most of the ghosts on this mountain are likely to be failures, but what about the corpse golems?

From the beginning of the rampant ghosts to the present, he hasn't seen it, is it because the time hasn't come yet?

(End of chapter)