Chapter 177: Tsundere's Illness

The illusory ghost body of the white-clothed ghost collapsed on the ground, and said to the night: "You have the ability to break the soul of the slave family!"

Standing next to him in the dark night and looking at the weak ghost body, listening to such words was simply sneering, Monroe, Ling De is not powerful? That old beggar shattered your main soul, you can escape with your life, what is the use of him breaking your soul in the night.

Squatting on the ground in the dark night, he patted the beautiful face of this powerful ghost and said, "What nonsense, daughter-in-law! How can your little Langjun treat you like this, isn't it?"

"You're going to let go of the slaves?"

The white-clothed ghost was a little surprised, this junior called Dark Night in front of him was a necromancer!

As soon as she fell into the hands of this kind of person, how could she be let go so easily, the fierce ghost stared at the night in front of her.

"Yo! Husband and wife are just quarreling and fighting, and they are not serious, so how to talk about whether to let go or not. ”

At this time in the dark night, I was in the mood to appreciate this beautiful female ghost, it was indeed a beautiful and incomprehensible thing, I was shocked by this ghost just now, I couldn't recognize her strength at all, I knew that she was so weak, and I used to pretend to be the third grandson for so long a day, and I smoked her with a black cloth, so that she knew that it was not easy to get along with an undead apprentice.

"What do you want?"

"Hehe, look at this thing, this is your new home, go home with your man, and your little Langjun will raise you in the future!"

After finishing the night, he patted his oil-paper umbrella, this is the perfect main soul!

He can't buy the main soul, when he was sleepy, this ghost jumped out by himself, God gave it, he didn't ask for it, he was sorry for him, with this ghost for thousands of years, commanding a 3,000 soul, it was as simple as a "one", how is it also the strength of the near saint, it is estimated that tens of thousands are not a thing!

"Junior, you want the slave family to live as your horcrux, don't think about it!"

The white-clothed ghost was trampled by the soul of the Holy Spirit, and he was about to bite towards the night with his bloody mouth open, and the night looked at the sharp teeth that were close to his face, and he sneered softly and didn't hide.

"Hiss~~"

The soul of the Holy Spirit directly scattered countless golden rays of light, and suddenly the white-clothed ghost had a somewhat dim soul body, countless soul fragments were scattered, and the whole ghost body was illusory again, and the white-clothed ghost's face was full of pain.

Smelling the fresh smell of soul fragments in the dark night, he patted his cold face and said: "Grandpa's main soul is also something you swallow casually? It doesn't matter if you swallow it, you still want to be a slave for you if you are not greedy, you can do it, even a powerful ghost who can't release an illusory ghost domain is also pretending to be half of the garlic here, it's really looking for your own death!"

The white-clothed ghost looked at the night with a look of resentment on his face, and giggled: "Okay! Junior, you actually dare to use the slave family to be your Horcrux master soul, you are also a bold person, you are not afraid that those more than 2,000 souls will also enter my belly, come here!"

After the white-clothed ghost finished his angry voice, he straightened his bare chest directly towards the night, and a fearless momentum rose, and his apricot eyes were full of banter.

The night shook, this powerful ghost is really fearless, the Horcrux shot by the intermediate alchemist, if there is no such precaution, the 1.5 million gold coins can be pasted on his face, and Aneminster does not have to mix in the sewers.

"I just like your hearty character, let's say, daughter-in-law, do you enter by yourself, or will I stuff you in?"

After the night smiled at the white-clothed ghost, he directly opened the oil-paper umbrella of the surging souls, pointed to the main soul position above, and said to her.

"Giggle~~ You still really dare, since you are so bold, don't bother Xiao Langjun, the slave family will come by themselves!"

After laughing, the graceful body of the white-clothed ghost turned directly into a ghostly light and drilled towards the main soul position of the oil-paper umbrella, and the dim main soul position was shining for a while, and the silver light of the three hundred magic arrays on the oil-paper umbrella flickered, and the fierce blood of the Dao Demon Beast was tossed and outlined, and it merged into a demonic text, which was directly printed on the forehead of the white-clothed ghost.

This demonic text translated into Western French means shock, oppression, and sealing!

All the primary talismans in the Night's Rune Paper Shop have this demonic text on them.

The white-clothed ghost didn't struggle, just quietly watched the word printed on his forehead, and the whole ghost body instantly turned into a wandering white soul body when the demon text was printed on the soul sea, and a beautiful grimace was reflected on the main soul seat of the oil-paper umbrella, and this grimace looked at the night full of mockery.

Seeing the ghost like this in the dark night, he didn't believe that a weak ghost could turn over the oil paper umbrella in the sky, held his oil paper umbrella, and said to the white-clothed ghost: "Daughter-in-law! How about this new home? Is it better than your previous broken nest? There are 2,000 souls here at your disposal!"

"Hiss~~"

The white-clothed ghost let out a ghost scream in the oil-paper umbrella, and in an instant, more than 2,000 revenants were directly irritable, all of them were carrying out crazy ghost screams and roars, and the oil-paper umbrella suddenly burst into a gust of wind, and the dead air was permeated, and the dark red artwork turned into a murderous abyss monster in the blink of an eye.

Evil, dark, and demonic, endless negative emotions fill the entire clean courtyard, and the quiet snow on the ground is scattered to the sky, and the sky is full of snowflakes flying in the sky, and the figure holding an oil-paper umbrella in the dark night is like a demon!

"Hiss~~"

The white-clothed ghost screamed again in the oil-paper umbrella, and the more than 2,000 undead souls who were still irritable just now instantly surrendered to the skirt of this "queen" and swirled towards this white ghost.

"Giggle~~ It's less! It's okay to come with tens of thousands of ghost servants. ”

After the hissing was over, the white-clothed ghost who ruled over more than 2,000 dead souls in an instant stared at the night with silky eyes, and said a word to him suspiciously.

After reading it in the dark night, it is also amazing, worthy of the powerful ghost who has been cultivated for more than a thousand years, and the method of ruling two thousand dead souls in such an instant is not something that ordinary garbage master souls can do, it seems that it is really rare, and it is estimated that the ghosts that are made up of 10,000 may not be a matter for this white-clothed ghost.

The night stared at this new main soul full of pity, and said to her: "It's amazing my wife!

The white-clothed ghost stared at the night playfully, and his nose sucked directly at these souls that revolved around her, and in an instant, five or six soul shadows entered her stomach, and the white-clothed ghost in the main soul position said to the proud night with a satisfied look.

"Yo! The slave family listened to my little Langjun say this, but I couldn't wait for it, you see that these more than 2,000 souls are not enough for the slave family to eat, I really look forward to the big house that can hold the souls of ten thousand beings!

The night was still proud for a while just now, and he was complacent about catching such a thousand-year-old ghost who could command all souls, who knew that after seeing what the white-clothed ghost in the main soul position did, he was directly dumbfounded!

"Grass, old witch, how did you do that?"

Looking at this terrible ghost in the blink of an eye, five or six revenants entered the stomach, staring at the blood-red eyes, and roared at her.

"The slave of the slave family, of course, is the concubine who is in charge of herself! How can Xiao Langjun, isn't it just the soul servant who swallowed you? Such a small mind, be careful that your wife does not follow!" The white-clothed ghost winked at the night and said, after speaking, five or six revenant souls entered the stomach.

"Grass Nima! Fuck your uncle's little wife!"

The white-clothed ghost who devoured the soul in the oil-paper umbrella in the dark night was directly invective, and then closed the oil-paper umbrella, picked up the night cloth belt in the snow, and directly tied the oil-paper umbrella tightly, out of sight and out of mind.

He could think of the result of the more than 2,000 dead souls, and within two or three days, it was estimated that there would be no one left, and the whole would enter the stomach of this powerful ghost as a tonic to restore her strength, and he had no idea that sending this white-clothed ghost to an oil-paper umbrella would be such a consequence.

"Your second uncle's Anne Minster! Don't you even want to open a shop in the sewers, you dare to trick my master for 1.5 million gold coins!"

The night scolded at Anneminster for a while, this is an exclusive Horcrux? Let a thousand-year-old ghost who has broken the Tao play transparently, and fart baby!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he had to smash the old man's signboard in Anneminster today, and if he couldn't do it, he would lead Blackbeard to go, and his second uncle was definitely very willing to participate in this kind of excitement.

"Xiao Langjun, if you have the ability, you will tie the broken prayer flag to the broken umbrella forever, as long as the day the slave family comes out, it will be when you are made into a soul corpse!"

"Dare to threaten me!

Listening to the words of the white-clothed ghost in the dark night, he scolded the oil-paper umbrella directly, and then untied the black cloth belt and opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the ghost of the white ghost instantly soared on the umbrella surface of the oil-paper umbrella.

"Well, this is good! It's still the slave family's Xiao Langjun who knows that it hurts. ”

The night smiled at the white soul shadow that popped out, and said behind him: "Daughter-in-law, teach this stinky woman a lesson!"

As soon as the words of the night fell, a glorious holy blade directly rushed out behind him, slashing towards the white-clothed ghost, and in an instant, five or six more glorious holy blades followed, and a large area of brilliant silver soul fragments was split, and bursts of ghostly screams came directly from the oil-paper umbrella.

"Hiss~~~"

"Old witch, let you eat as much as you want, and I will spit out as much as I want. ”

Looking at the dying white ghost in the dark night, staring at him with resentful eyes, he didn't care with a cold smile, and directly closed the oil-paper umbrella, and in an instant the white-clothed ghost was taken back by the oil-paper umbrella.

"It doesn't seem that it's not sealed, but the effect is a little weak!" "The dark night looked at the white-clothed ghost who was pulled back by the oil-paper umbrella again, and muttered to himself.

If there is no way but to take such a palliative approach, it seems that he has to smash the signboard of the old man of Anneminster, it is estimated that he can solve this kind of thing, and the white-clothed ghost can't solve it, he can't sleep day and night, and the healthy ghost is not ordinarily fierce, that is the existence of the opponent of the great grandmaster!

"Little petite wife, waiting for you Lang Jun to find you a master to cure your arrogant disease!"

After the night was finished, there was no echo in the oil-paper umbrella, probably because he had been pumped by the soul of the Holy Spirit and had not yet recovered his strength.

Pack up the oil-paper umbrella, tie it with a black cloth belt, put it on your back, and go out at night towards the sewer.