At 4 o'clock in the morning, it was still dark in Linjiang City.

As soon as the time passed, the ghosts who dared to stay in the yang world would be suppressed by the yang energy, and Xijueluo and the guards returned to school.

Behind him, a confused ghost was escorted by guards and staggered behind.

"Jue Luoye, there is a manor in front, why don't you go in?"

Directly ahead, there was a bamboo garden, where their nest was, standing on the side of the basketball court a hundred meters outside the bamboo garden, Xijueluo stopped.

"Wait, there's weirdness."

For some reason, Xijue Luo felt that Zhuyuan was different from the past today, and some indescribable discomfort filled his mind.

"Weird?"

The guard was stunned, he didn't see anything strange.

Although Xijueluo looks young, he is cautious, and Zhang Yiming, the new subordinate who was recruited last time, couldn't bear the loneliness, and went out at night to absorb people's yang energy, which directly attracted the attention of yang people.

Xijueluo was even more careful at that time, this manor would be exposed at any time, so he had to cheer up.

"Zhang Tong, you go and call those two guys out."

Xi Jueluo was naturally referring to Guo Xiaoya and Zhang Yiming, who were taking care of the bamboo garden.

Zhang Tong walked into the bamboo forest and came to Guo Xiaoya's cave, but found no one.

He sniffed, there were Yang people staying here?!

"Damn, are they jealous again?"

If the bamboo mud ghost hadn't saved Jue Luoye's life at that time and healed his injuries, Jue Luo Ye would not have indulged her again and again.

She brought that idiot, who had been causing trouble, and now she had taken the Yang people in captive again?

Zhang Tong quickly walked out of the cave and wanted to report this matter to Jue Luo Ye.

However, on the stone at the entrance of the cave, suddenly two people were sitting.

A greasy-haired mustache and wears a floral shirt.

A robe and horse face, with an arrogant and unkind demeanor.

Zhang Tong looked at the other party, and the other party was also looking at himself.

"What do you see, does grandpa have flowers on his face?"

Li Chong lit a cigarette, and there was a female ghost with a dead ghost curse lying on her body, the female ghost was lying on Li Chong's back, like an unkempt witch, but her facial features were very exquisite. She brushed her fingers through the messy hair on her forehead, and said with a smile: "Master, he is a ghost general, and he has a strong ghost spirit." ”

On the other side, behind the horse-faced Taoist priest, a black silk ghost appeared, covering his face with a black cloth, his eyes were cold, and an embroidered spring knife was pulled out and held on his back.

"Zhao Feng, is this guy?"

The horse-faced Taoist priest had an arrogant expression, and was about to give the order to take down the other party, when he suddenly heard the ghost call his name, and said in a low voice: "Black silk, the poor Dao raised you as a ghost, you need to give the poor Dao some thin noodles." ”

The black silk ghost dragged the black cloth covering his face: "Thin noodles? I used to be a thousand households in the Jinyi Guard's army, you are just the lowest level of cavalry, if it weren't for my gratitude and retribution, you think I would obey you? ”

Zhao Feng was about to explode, this black silk ghost was very arrogant, so arrogant that he didn't want to treat him, and he was a serious classist.

I'm Tiqi? That's all humble self-professe! It also belongs to the black words of the rivers and lakes, not the official position in your mouth before!

This guy actually underestimated himself?

The black silk ghost feels that the master's strength is average, although the ability to escape is superb, but when he fights head-on, he can't stop who loses and who wins, if it weren't for the fence, this kind of Jianghu Taoist priest didn't even want to pay attention to his personality before his death.

Li Chong spoke: "Don't talk nonsense, Qin Kun and the fat man are going to catch the one outside, if we don't get this one quickly, we will be ridiculed." Do it! ”

Zhao Feng was not light, but he didn't bother with the issue of salutation, and the black silk ghost said: "I'll take the lead first!" ”

Guard Zhang Tong, the level of a ghost general.

Now, he had confirmed that Jue Luoye's premonition just now was right. I don't know the depth of the strength of the two yang people in front of me, but the difference between the two ghosts is very clear.

The ghost general's spiritual power fluctuates! And it's two!

It seems that one of them is a shrine maiden and the other is a samurai.

"The battlefield is boundless and white, and the wind scorches the grave!"

Zhang Tong's expression was solemn, and he suddenly drank like thunder: "Beat the drum of slaughtering the city!" ”

The bamboo forest disappeared and became a battlefield of scorched earth and smoke, with graves all over the place, and the white bone soldiers crawled out of the graves, and after beating the drum three ways, this time, a group of flag men and white bone soldiers appeared, galloping on horseback.

Mirage: Location!

The black silk ghost who rushed out was stunned for a moment, and said secretly: I was ...... This guy is not a general, but a commander?!

The guy who seems to be tall and big, but in fact his mental power is extremely high, and the entire battlefield is his mirage, this is not a hand-to-hand combat type of fierce ghost, that is to say, it is his spiritual power that is fighting with him.

The white bone soldiers were very weak, and the banner man white bone soldiers were a little stronger, but they were also killed by the black silk ghost in an instant.

But...... In front of him, there are so many white bone soldiers, but he can't kill them alone! In this mirage, either the opponent's spiritual power can't support it, or the opponent is severely injured, in addition, it is not realistic to slaughter all the white bone soldiers.

is also a ghost general, the ghost spirit of the black silk ghost is all in his own killing skills, a stick of incense time, like mowing grass, there are still white bone soldiers pouring out of the opponent's battle array.

The black silk ghost wanted to bully him, but he was wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside, and fell into a bitter battle with the wheels.

Zhao Feng was also pulled into the mirage, and when he saw the somewhat embarrassed black silk ghost, he pouted and said, "What can I do if I don't have the ability!" Li Chong, the rhythm and momentum of the drumming over there have not changed at all, I am afraid that he is still full of mental power, and he has to fight quickly. ”

Li Chong nodded, this mirage, unless the other party lets a few of them leave, or there is a way to break it, other than that, the only way to get out is to die all of them, or the other party to die.

"Curse karma, sweep the array."

"Good master."

The curse ghost climbed down from Li Chong and clapped his hands: "Beat the drum?" Me too! ”

In the mirage, an altar appeared, and a group of people like witches were dancing with strange screams, and next to them, the small arms of the curse ghosts picked up two huge beast bone drumsticks and beat the big drums.

The black silk ghost who was fighting fiercely suddenly heard a burst of excited drums, and when he looked back, on a altar, the curse ghost was beating the drum, and as soon as the drum sounded, it affected the drum sound on the opposite side, causing the opponent's troop speed to decrease significantly!

The spirit of the black silk ghost is shocked!

I was also excited by the fact that Master Li and his own master came to support.

"Nine changes of the fish and dragon - the flying knife changes!"

"Kuihu Dao Technique - Dou Jiuyin!"

The white bone soldiers on the inner and outer three layers were torn apart by Li Chong and Zhao Feng and broke into the encirclement.

The other party, Zhang Tong, the ghost general of the Chinese army, flashed a trace of panic on his face.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, he understands what this sentence means, this group of yang people...... Is it a ghost hunter?!

……

The bamboo garden is next to the sports building, and the basketball court is not far away.

Xijueluo saw that Zhang Tong had not returned for a long time, and a trace of misfortune flashed.

Suddenly, a basketball sound was heard.

On the dark day, there was no light, on the basketball court, a young man was shooting at random, Xi Jueluo was stunned, and he actually neglected when the other party arrived at the basketball court? There's no reason for that.

After a while, a fat man also came over, took off his down jacket, tied his head with a ball, and was fighting with the young man.

"Damn, fatty, your ball skills are a bit hanging?"

Qin Kun's passion for basketball comes from Sakuragi Hanamichi, and his strong point is rebounding and slam dunk. When he was in middle school, Qin Kun's bounce power was already 1 meter, coupled with strong physical confrontation, he was an ordinary center forward. At that time, when I was in junior high school, I beat the high school team very casually. Now with the improvement of the level of the system's quantification, it seems that the physique is also improving, and it stands to reason that it is not a problem to beat Wang Qian, who knows this guy...... me!

Qin Kun's sharp eyes found that the floating feather talisman that this guy had attached to himself dribbled like lightning, and he could even slam a dunk!

Wang Qian held the ball with both hands and flew away, his movements were very non-standard, but his momentum was mighty, taking advantage of Qin Kun's unpreparedness, he screamed strangely and put his hands into the bottle!

The basketball bounced on the ground, and Qin Kun's deflated expression made Wang Qian smile very happily: "Those wild courts in Southeast Asia all know the nickname of the fat man's 'killer king', Qin Kun, fighting bulls with the fat man, you are still too tender." ”

Qin ...... Qin Kun?

Xijue Luo stood on the side of the court, staring at Qin Kun's back.

This person, he is in the Linjiang City Funeral Home...... I've seen it.

In the dark, Qin Kun ignored Wang Gan's blowing, turned his head, and shouted towards a place with a black light: "Xijueluo, come over and have fun?" ”