Seeing that there was a hard cement road under his feet, the carriage was passing through the ground, and the paper man was also familiar with the road.

The brightness of the street lamp has long since faded, and it is hard to feel that there is darkness in front of you, but how long this darkness lasted is impossible to estimate.

And when the light came into his eyes, Jiang Yao was uncomfortable because of the darkness of the purest breed for a long time.

The sound of horses' hooves was still ringing strangely with the copper bells on the car, and Jiang Yao blinked his eyes for a long time before he tried to adapt to the surrounding environment.

The light came from a cloud of dark blue fireworks above the narrow road on both sides of the carriage, and the things underneath the fireworks were actually the skulls of strange people with fangs and angry eyes.

Jiang Yaozi didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't have the strength to make a sound again, but he was distressed in his heart and fell down for a long time, could it be that this is the entrance to hell? I, Jiang Yao, lost my life in the yang world like this?

The paper man still waved his arms mechanically and drove forward with the reins. The road was already twisting and turning, but it was only allowed for a carriage to pass.

After walking on this tunnel-like road for a long time, Jiang Yao looked at the direction behind him, and the blue flames were already connected into two thick lines of dark blue.

People have a destiny, and the road has always been. I saw the paper man's stiff arm stop, put down the reins in his hand, and the carriage immediately stopped with the sound of ancient hooves.

Jiang Yao tried his best to look into the distance, but saw that the road in front of him had been blocked by a gate. The stone door was huge, and the mottled door was tightly closed, as if it had merged with the hard, solid but unknown material of the ground, and the cracks of the door seemed to grow together.

At this time, the paper figure stopped for a moment, and walked out of the carriage with more mechanical but a little awe, and stood respectfully on the right side of the carriage, waiting for the arrival of the unknown.

Sure enough, under the pious waiting of this paper man, the impassable gate in front of him made a dull sound. Immediately afterwards, the stone door wiped the ground open, and the friction between the stones was extraordinarily heavy.

The stone door was wide open, and two ghosts almost as high as the door appeared out of thin air in front of the two doors - a bull's head and a horse's face.

When the paper man saw the two, he bent down stiffly and greeted him respectfully.

The paper man and the bull head and horse face didn't speak, but when the ghost saw Jiang Yao in the car, he stepped out of his thick thighs and walked towards Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's heart was like ashes, and he decided that he had no chance of survival, and even let the bull head and horse face come forward and escort him to the underworld.

But suddenly, an extremely fast figure fell between the carriage and the ghost, and used extremely strong force to knock the sluggish bull-headed horse back half a step away. The strength is so fast that it is beyond Jiang Yao's naked eye.

When he stopped, Jiang Yao recognized at a glance that it was the long-faced brother in the white coat and black clothes who advised him that night.

The man only stayed for a moment, and then splashed a bowl of slightly darker blood that he had been holding in his hand on the paper cart where Jiang Yao was, and the paper cart suddenly burst into thick smoke, and Jiang Yao gradually recovered his strength.

The man took advantage of the situation and smashed the blood-stained bowl towards the paper man who reacted more slowly, and the bowl buckle was not big on the head of the paper man, and the paper man was pressed down from the head by the man for a while, and it became a waste paper completely.

It turns out that this bowl of black blood is the blood taken from the killing of the Taijing rooster, which is an auspicious thing that chases yin and leads to yang, and has been called "yang essence" since ancient times, and is something that evil ghosts cannot avoid. The rooster is even more unique, and it is the best among the rare chickens.

Looking back, he saw that the paper cart had already lit up with the same blue flames as the top of the road, and Jiang Yao himself walked out of the flames.

"Brother......" Jiang Yao was also pleasantly surprised to find that he was back to the same as before, and opened his mouth to speak.

But in this emergency, it is by no means the time for the two to release their previous suspicions. The previously unsuspecting ghost was hit by this, reacted, and fought at the two of them in annoyance.

"Let's go!" The man shouted at Jiang Yao, and used all his strength to drag Jiang Yao in his hand, and then with a wave of his bloody fingers, the darkness above his head slowly cracked a gap that passed through people.

The long-faced man grabbed Jiang Yao tightly, kicked up on the ground, and hurried towards the gap. The bull head and horse face looked up with a weapon, but he was annoyed.

"With persistence, it's right away." In the thorough darkness, the eldest brother whispered tiredly, but Jiang Yao seemed to see his confident and gentle dimples again......

Time is only one-sided, and it is already difficult to calculate. When it returned to the ground again, it was still floating in the street. And the long-faced eldest brother held on to the telephone pole beside him, covering his chest and panting, his face was pale, even no less than the breathtaking paper man underground.

Jiang Yao saw it in his heart, and he knew that it must have taken a lot of effort to save his life. Jiang Yao stepped forward to help, but his arms went through the man's shoulders.

After a moment, the man stood up with difficulty, chanted the incantation silently, and took out a brocade bag and pointed it at Jiang Yao, who continued to shrink until he was absorbed into the brocade bag.

"Don't be afraid, your soul is out and it's easy to be targeted, put it in the conjuring bag first, wait until you find your body, and then let you out." The man explained wearily.

As he spoke, he walked towards the small inn residence.

It was dawning, and Shan Hang, who had already called the police, heard a knock on the door and hurriedly opened the door.

The man explained the outcome of the matter in a gentle voice, letting Shan Hang distrust him, but he didn't let go until he heard Jiang Yao's reply.

The man stopped being verbose, and asked Shan Hang to put Jiang Yao, who was still lying in front of the window, back on the bed and lie upright. And he recited the incantation again, and shouted softly: "Out! ”

Jiang Yao came out again, from small to big.

The man sat cross-legged on the bed, chanting incantations constantly, nearly half an hour passed, Jiang Yao looked at the man's face even paler, and the beads of sweat fell down.

The man's index finger and middle finger pointed at Jiang Yao's soul: "Get up!" ”

Jiang Yao shrank again, the size of a glass ball.

Then with the man's hand: "Enter!" ”

The glass ball glowed with a little white light and returned to the center of the body's eyebrows lying on the bed.

"He left his soul and his yang energy was damaged, and he waited until dawn to open the curtains and let him bask in the sun for three hours, and then wake up and go back to school. When you go back, remember to hand him over to your dormitory manager, and the dormitory manager will solve other matters. The man was extremely weak, but when he had finished speaking, he opened the door and left.

"You, do you know our dormitory manager?" Shan Hang, who has experienced the whole process of soul rejuvenation, no longer doubts it, but he still doesn't know the details of the man.

"It doesn't matter, little brother, we'll meet later." The man did not stop, and walked out of the hotel after speaking.