These words gave the two women a problem, and in Ling Xiao's forced gaze, Xiao Min was the first to make a choice and walked to Li Laohan's side.

"Brother Ling, I wouldn't be alive without Master Li's rescue, I'm sorry!"

Wu Ying glanced at Shang Biao, who was watching the joke on the side, and stood beside Ling Xiao.

Although Ling Xiao's mouth stinks, her hatred for Shang Biao is deeper in comparison.

"Now that old way doesn't seem to be with you, are you sure that he will handle the yin marriage? I think it's best to go to the Yin Yang Inn and get the conditions for returning before attacking him. ”

Wu Ying whispered, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have restrained herself and hadn't done it yet.

"I'm afraid you don't have this chance, and now you want to stop, have you asked me?"

The black zombie and the ghost boy were summoned by Shang Biao, one left and one right by their side.

Two local chickens and dogs, as long as the old man who smoked dry tobacco didn't do it, he was not afraid of these people combined.

"The demon is refined, and the demon is outside!"

The sloppy old man looked at the ghost beside Shang Biao and stiffened, and his face changed greatly.

"This old way is handed over to you, and the premise of cooperation is that you have to show your own value!"

Shang Biao's speech had already commanded the black zombie to rush towards Ling Xiao, leaving only the ghost boy holding the Soul Suppression Bell to guard him.

A palm-sized scarecrow with several long strands of hair wrapped around it was held in his hand, and her name was written on the scarecrow's chest in a bloody piece of pajama cloth.

Since Shang Biao dared to help Wu Ying clean her up, from the moment she stepped into her private theater, life and death were no longer up to her.

"The seven souls are destroyed, the three spirits are separated from the body, the souls are scattered, take a shot!"

The corners of Shang Biao's mouth were raised, and after reciting the incantation, the evil yin soldier pointed at the straw man, and the next moment a scream came out in his ears.

When Wu Ying saw Shang Biao take out the straw man and chant the spell, the alarm bell in her heart had already sounded. At the critical juncture, he directly used his hole cards and appeared in Shang Biao's shadow.

As soon as the short sword in his hand poked out and poked at Shang Biao's neck, he felt as if his brain had been smashed, and he involuntarily let out a miserable scream, and the strength of his whole body was withdrawn and he fell to the ground softly.

If it weren't for the amulet on her chest that pulled her three souls back into her body, she would be a dead person by now.

"Ho, Duobao seems to have prepared a lot of treasures for you."

Shang Biao pinched the straw man's neck hard, and Wu Ying's body immediately reacted, her face turned red, and she struggled weakly holding her neck.

"Spare ~ life!"

"Humph!"

Shang Biao grabbed Wu Ying and threw her towards Ling Xiao, who was rushing quickly.

Ling Xiao didn't have Wu Ying's instantaneous approach, and was blocked by the black zombie, and only got rid of the black zombie after Shang Biao had already taken Wu Ying.

Seeing Wu Ying who smashed into him, he subconsciously leaned over and swept past the other party.

Wu Ying, who was in mid-air, suddenly stretched out his hand to his neck, and before Ling Xiao could react, a short sword had already been inserted into his heart.

With a successful blow, Wu Ying immediately let go of Ling Xiao and flew back, Ling Xiao's jet-black dagger seemed to lock on her, and the piercing sound of breaking the air ended on her shoulder.

"You... This... Slut! ”

Ling Xiao looked at Wu Ying with resentment, his face was already dark, and the short sword was coated with deadly poison. As soon as the life-saving props were taken out, Ling Xiao died of anger.

Wu Ying's appearance is not much better than him, and poisoning weapons is a common method of melee actors.

Ling Xiao's dagger was not poisonous, but it was cursed, so Wu Ying was more uncomfortable than death now.

A pretty face with heavy makeup is more terrifying than the evil ghost from hell, wrinkled into a ball under the effect of the curse, and the facial features cannot be distinguished.

"Help... Save me! ”

Shang Biao's military boots appeared next to Wu Ying, who was curled into a ball, and she also understood Shang Biao's hint and wanted to atone for Ling Xiao's life, but she didn't expect to put herself in again.

"Hehe, I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it. Now beg for mercy, it's too late! ”

The scarecrow head in Shang Biao's hand flipped over, and Wu Ying's head also turned to the back.

Thanks to her unlucky luck, she actually dropped the treasure chest.

Pulling out Ling Xiao's dagger, the clever ghost boy also took Wu Ying's short sword, as well as Ling Xiao's elixir that he didn't have time to use.

When an actor dies, the equipment they wear is recycled by the theater, and only loose weapons or props that have fallen on the ground are left behind.

If you meet a ruthless actor who holds his weapon before he dies, he can only consider himself unlucky and did it in vain.

Shang Biao's side ended the battle with lightning and flint, and the fight between Li Laohan and the sloppy old man had just begun. The attention of several people before was on Shang Biao's side, and seeing Wu Ying and Ling Xiao's clean defeat, the three of them became serious.

The sloppy old man also has some ability, and as soon as Shang Biao's attention turned, he saw a divine power descending from the sky, and the majestic god manifested the phantom on him.

But the sloppy old Taoist god will invite out the god Shang Biao is actually very unfamiliar, not at all the orthodox Liuding Liujia, the fourth value of Gongcao, and the twelve marshals.

Could it be the Lushan faction? Shang Biao looked at the black turban on the old man's head, and thought of the black-headed mage of the Lushan faction that the old man had mentioned.

The Taoist priests of the Lushan sect are divided into two major groups, red-headed mages and black-headed mages, distinguished by the turbans wrapped around their heads.

The red-headed mage worships the three goddesses of the Lushan faction as the ancestors, with the red turban as the mark, called the 'Three Milk Sect' and also known as the 'red-headed mage'.

The black-headed mage is mainly dedicated to the Dharma Lord 'Lushan Jiulang', with the black turban as the symbol of the faction, and is known for funeral rituals and transcendence to exorcise evil spirits, and is known as the 'Dharma Lord Gong faction'.

This old man looked unsightly, but he didn't expect it to be a hard stubble of the Lushan faction!

As a strange thing in the Taoist industry, the Taoist people of Lushan Sect performed in some important festival etiquette by going up the knife mountain, going down to the sea of fire, climbing the ladder, and fishing for copper coins in the oil pot.

So Shang Biao was particularly impressed after the old man spoke once.

In this world, there is actually a Taoist inheritance of the Lushan faction, and Shang Biao became interested. I made up my mind that I wanted to stay for a few days after the film ended.

Shang Biao stood aside, holding his arms and looking at the methods of the two against the enemy.

The freckled girl held a few silver needles for acupuncture in her hands, and looked helplessly at the sloppy old man who protected her body.

The soft silver needle couldn't break through the protection of the divine power at all, but she was still not idle, and the silver needle in her hand kept casting on Li Laohan at the right time.

With each stitch, Li Laohan's momentum increases, and it is the first time Shang Biao has seen this rare auxiliary type of actor.

And Li Laohan made Shang Biao a little eye-opener, this old man who loves to smoke dry cigarettes is actually a demon career template, as for the specific race, looking at the appearance of the ape that is also a close relative of humans.

As a monster, he was born a weak Taoist, and thanks to Li Laohan's deep accumulation, a tiger and tiger who danced with an iron rod with eyebrows, this can not fall behind with the assistance of that actress.

If you want to win, as long as you carry the old way of asking God, he is a lamb to the slaughter.

However, this is not easy, with the blessing of divine power, the strange weapon in Lao Dao's hand has become more difficult to deal with.