"I seem to be poisoned, what should I do!"

The fat man sat up with his body propped up, his face was about to cry, he finally lived again, he didn't want to die so early.

Huang Mao snorted, cleared his throat, and said like his boss:

"Don't be afraid, let's go to the town where the plot takes place first to find the location of Yizhuang. The movie ticket said that Ma Daochang would drive the corpse there to rest tonight, and we waited there in advance, waiting for Ma Daochang to appear and beg him to treat you and ensure that you could live. ”

Huang Mao praised his wit, he felt that if he kept this level and then mixed in the club after he went back, he would definitely be appreciated by the boss, promoted to the leader, killed his brother, occupied the horse he had been in love with for a long time, and embarked on the bright road of winning in life.

The fat man and the student girl couldn't think of any good ideas, so they agreed to Huang Mao's proposal, woke up the young woman in pajamas, and helped each other out of the woods.

Huang Mao helped the fat man and muttered, without the slightest shame of running away just now, the girl in pajamas and the student sister held hands to comfort each other, it seems that they have formed a pair of surface brothers, plastic sisters.

After walking dozens of steps, Shang Biao looked around and found that there was nothing unusual.

Hiding behind a large tree, he pulled out an egg-sized rune-covered skull from his trouser pocket. This is the medium used to summon the ghost child, biting his finger and smearing blood through the crevices in the runes.

He didn't doubt the existence of the theater, with the massive amount of blood he lost when refining the ghost boy, and now he can still be alive and kicking a little bit without anything, which proves the magic of the theater.

"Flesh and blood merge, yin and yang are reversed, and the ghost child of Xuanyin appears quickly."

Shang Biao placed the bright red skull between his hands, sat cross-legged, and instilled the mana in his body into the skull.

With Shang Biao's pardon, the skull of the originally dead thing became vivid, and the two small black eye sockets flashed with red light, and the mouths opened and closed silently.

Wisps of blood-red smoke spilled out of the skull, and after a while, a child's ghost was formed on Liu Qian's face.

"Hungry, hungry,"

The immature child's voice came out of the blood mist, which made Shang Biao's heart ecstatic.

"Sure enough, it worked, but how is this ghost boy different from the record left by Yuanyin's predecessors?"

Shang Biao looked at the mist suspiciously, he thought about it and summoned the movie ticket to read it silently. The ghost child's message was immediately revealed.

Xuanyin Ghost Child (defective)

Quality: None

Maker: Created by actor Shang Biao's mutated initial skill

Skill:???

Evaluation: The ghost boy cultivated through inferior materials is not as good as the air, and it is not recommended for newcomers to raise it.

Shang Biao was a little dumbfounded, he was fortunate to have accumulated materials for several years to refine the Xuanyin Ghost Boy, and the theater evaluation was so low?

Inferior materials! Sure enough, this is the reason, the Xuanyin ghost boy in the Yuanyin record is made from ninety-nine full moon baby boys, although the quantity of himself far exceeds his record, but the quality is not half a star.

Because of his oath, he could not kill people. They can only stay in front of the hospital incinerator and steal the abortions of those months old to serve as the main material.

Although the abortion was brutally tortured and killed before he was born, he was angry. But it is congenitally insufficient, and there is confusion between men and women, no wonder the ghost boy has become like this.

"Photograph"

Shang Biao's disappointed expression only existed on his face for a moment, and after putting away the Xuanyin Ghost Child, he immediately cheered up.

Make up for the congenital deficiencies, and everything is possible in this magical theater.

Cleaning up his mood, Shang Biao also walked out of the woods, at this time the sun had disappeared above the horizon, while there was still a faint light in the sky, Shang Biao rushed to the town not far away.

According to Shang Biao's guess, the rest of the people should have taken the fat man to find Ma Daochang for help first.

Now there are still four or five hours before Ma Daochang appears, and according to the hints of non-mainstream girls, following the main line will be at most a mix of food and clothing, Shang Biao's ambition is more than that.

Meditation and induction, using the method of finding dragon points to identify the heaviest place of yin qi in the town, Shang Biao spent more than half an hour walking to the largest cemetery in the town.

The people buried here are all poor people, and the rich people will choose a feng shui treasure for themselves in order to protect their descendants after death.

So it is not unreasonable to say that the poor are getting poorer and the rich are getting richer. Even if the descendants have a rich and noble life, they will help their ancestors move their graves and twilight in order to seek peace of mind.

Approaching the small earthen bags that didn't even have tombstones, a few wild dogs hiding in the cemetery were alarmed by Shang Biao's footsteps. Thinking that there was delicious food delivered to the door, he wandered around him and refused to leave.

"Where? After Ami was killed by a gambler's neighbor on the ticket, the body should have been carried to the cemetery and disguised as hanged.

By the way, the tree, because it was already dark, Shang Biao almost ignored a big tree in front of him, and remembered the prompt of the movie ticket, and immediately walked forward.

Shang Biao walked under the tree, and sure enough, he saw a corpse hanging on a thick locust branch, climbed up the tree several times, untied the thick hemp rope, and the corpse immediately fell to the ground.

The two wild dogs that had been surrounding them ran forward a few steps, and when they saw Shang Biao jumping from the tree, they were a little frightened, and they let out a threatening sound together.

It was useless for these beasts who grew up eating carrion to drive away normally, Shang Biao summoned the Xuanyin Ghost Boy, and the meager Yin Qi in the original cemetery converged towards him, and the two sensitive wild dogs escaped with their tails between their legs.

Shang Biao guided the Xuanyin Ghost Child to float on Ami's corpse, and the nature of the Yin Soul allowed it to instinctively occupy the corpse.

After being born, a normal Xuanyin ghost child should have the intelligence of a three- or four-year-old child, be able to understand human speech, master the basic abilities of the Yin ghost and ghost creatures, and act according to the orders of the master.

But the mutilated product refined by Shang Biao, after being possessed under his guidance, barely got up and moved, and then fell to the ground and moved his hands and feet.

Sure enough, it still didn't work, Shang Biao said secretly, stepped forward to pick up Ami's body, and ran towards the town.

The remaining yang energy during the day is almost exhausted, and there are some things in this graveyard that can't hold back and want to come out.

met a small town resident at the entrance of the town, and Shang Biao knew that it would be useless for him to ask for directions normally. So I didn't ask, and I was bored.

He put down the corpse and hid the fruit knife in his trouser pocket in his hand, and when the two approached, he put the knife directly on the villager's neck.

"A good man spares his life, I'm just a farmer with no money!"

Feeling the cold touch on his neck and the pain after the blade broke through the skin, the man knew that Shang Biao was not finished laughing, and immediately pleaded with a crying voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, see Ami on my back, take me to her house and let you leave, otherwise don't blame the master for being ruthless this dark and windy day."

Shang Biao put away the fruit knife around his neck, pointed to the corpse of Ami who shook his lower arm from time to time on his back, and said his purpose.