If the fog barrier cleared, Zhou Xuanqing would be able to see the white bones at the bottom of the cliff.

She stared at the half-transparent, miserable soul and let out a long breath.

"It turned out to be a ghost. "Hell, she's not afraid.

Yan Qingjun's eyes sparkled, pressed his thin lips, and looked at her as if he was smiling.

The female ghost floated in the air, with a half-flattened and bloody head, and a small cluster of faint ghost fire. It seems to be a wild ghost.

After death, the spirit and spirit return to the sky, and the spirit and body return to the earth. As for the lonely ghosts, most of them will become evil ghosts and resentful spirits after a long time in the world.

This female ghost didn't know how she fell to death at the bottom of this cliff, and according to the usual ghost of Yin Si was going to catch the underworld.

Zhou Xuanqing thought about it: Yin Si has to take away so many souls in the Yang World every day, and it is normal to make mistakes and miss one or two in his busyness.

Just as she was about to recite the soul collection spell to give her a ride, the female ghost who was set by the talisman with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes and a blurred face suddenly spoke, and her voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by gravel, "Hungry ......"

After speaking, the female ghost's unusually sharp nails retracted, and even the face that was indescribable gradually became delicate and clean.

Zhou Xuanqing's toothache: ...... It's scary to dare to be scared, it's to forage for food.

"There are no incense candles here, and the ingots are burned for you to eat. ”

The moon hangs in the sky, and the bottom of the cliff is cold.

The female ghost told them little by little what happened in her life.

It turned out that she was a slave maid of a large family before her death, and she secretly had a relationship with her son-in-law, who knew that the sky would not fulfill people's wishes. The son's father and mother set him a high family, and when he saw that he was about to get married, the female ghost found out that she was pregnant, and cried and begged the young master to elope with him. The young master clearly agreed, but on the appointed day, he took her to Luo Ming Mountain and pushed her off the cliff......

"Bastard!" Zhou Xuanqing frowned and scolded angrily when he heard this. The people in this world are all infatuated people, but they can live unintentionally and freely.

Yan Qingjun's expression was indifferent. He is a demon, he is already lonely and cold, and he has lived for another 800 years, I don't know how many times I have heard this kind of thing in the human demon world. Naturally, there is no fluctuating mood like Zhou Xuanqing.

"You have become a ghost who has died unjustly, and when you have a grudge, your soul is trapped at the bottom of the cliff, and you cannot leave. Zhou Xuanqing speculated, eight or nine are not far from ten.

The female ghost covered her face with strands of hair, heartbroken, and when she raised her head, her expression was hideous, with a crazy look: "Take revenge!

Zhou Xuanqing interrupted: "If you kill people in front of this Taoist to take revenge, I'm afraid I won't be able to agree." Let's think of a way to take you away first. ”

After saying that, she bit her lip and began to ponder. Recalling those Taoist spell books that I had read - "There is. ”

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The moon and stars are scarce, and the wind whimpers low at the threshold.

Tang Sanfeng reclined on a jujube-colored Taishi chair, picked up the wine jug on the table and shook it, raised his drunken eyes and looked out of the wide open door.

It was empty, with the occasional fallen leaf swept by the wind.

- Haven't come up yet? I overestimate them.

Tang Sanfeng swallowed a sip of strong wine, and in the deep shadows of the night outside the door, a hidden weapon was poured with wind!

As soon as his eyes lit up, he raised his arm and waved out a folding fan! The folding fan drew an arc in mid-air, and the two collided, and the hidden weapon fell to the ground with a 'click'. Only then did it become clear that there was only a gray dead man's bones on the ground.

Immediately after that, a wisteria whip was quickly thrown over, Tang Sanfeng waved his arm to block, the whip wrapped around his arm, and he tore a sleeve of brocade between breaking free.

The lantern under the eaves was blown more and more by the wind, Zhou Xuanqing held a wisteria whip, and his petite figure finally walked from the dark to the light.

"I've done something bad and have a good time drinking. Zhou Xuanqing approached step by step, his eyes were not good when he spoke, and he was not smiling.

Without waiting for Tang Sanfeng to answer, she spun and kicked at his calf at close range, forcing the peacock spirit to retreat and dodge.

It was only for a moment that Tang Sanfeng was stunned, and Tang Sanfeng quickly came back to his senses. When he saw another kick, he was on guard, he pretended not to notice it, but when Zhou Xuanqing landed hard, he shook his wrong body for a moment, causing the latter's figure to stagger, and he took advantage of the situation to grab his arm-

Zhou Xuan was cold and was pulled into the crook of his arm by Tang Sanfeng. Seeing that the opportunity had been lost, he had no choice but to stop the attack.

However, it's not over yet.

Zhou Xuanqing's wrist was cold, there were two blows of applause in his ears, and his body moved from Tang Sanfeng to be dragged into another arms.

Yan Qingjun stared at Tang Sanfeng with a cold face, but his attention was unconsciously distracted by the person in his arms. The soft feeling was transmitted from his fingertips, and he didn't want to open his palm, and the cool palm completely covered the back of Zhou Xuanqing's hand.

Zhou Xuanqing was stunned at the moment: This and this, want to take advantage?!

Tang Sanfeng half-lowered his eyes, stretched out his fingertips to wipe the wine stains on his lips, and said with half-truths and half-truths on his face: "Miss Zhou's auspicious people have their own natural appearance, and just now Xiao Wang is borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, and he thought that you would die at the bottom of the cliff in your good years." ”

It's like the real thing. Zhou Xuanqing turned his head to look back and sneered silently.

Tang Sanfeng's eyes flickered, and he looked at Yan Qingjun and said, "Xiao Wang forgot, with the demon monarch here, Miss Zhou naturally can't have an accident." The meaning of the words is unclear.

The three parties were silently cold, but they heard a faint voice coming from behind Zhou Xuanqing's waist.

"Hungry ......"

A small section of the phalanges was a little uncomfortable in his arms, Zhou Xuanqing felt it out, spread it in the palm of his hand and shook the phalanges slightly, and then there was a faint glow.

There was a ghost floating in the bones, it was the female ghost at the bottom of the cliff. It turned out that she was cast by Zhou Xuanqing with a spell to hide her soul and send her bones, and the cinnabar ink painting method was printed on a finger bone before her death, and then she recited a spell to attract the soul into it before leaving the bottom of the cliff.

"This is?" Tang Sanfeng looked at Zhou Xuanqing with a little disgust in surprise, "Why did you bring the dirty things here?"

"I forgot to tell you, those white bones at the bottom of the cliff have been burned by the Demon King, and Xiaodao has also recited the death spell. There is only one person whose resentment is too deep and cannot be dispersed, and he is brought up by Xiaodao. ”

At the bottom of the cliff, Zhou Xuanqing spent a lot of effort to find her bones for the female ghost, but Yan Qingjun burned the many white bones at the bottom of the cliff with a fire, and barely left the female ghost's finger bone.

The phalanges in Zhou Xuanqing's palm moved visibly again.

A gloomy grimace approached, and the two eyes that were about to fall off were reflected in Zhou Xuanqing's brown eyes. She sighed lowly, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

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Tang Sanfeng was an extremely self-loving peacock spirit, and he couldn't stand staying in the house with a female ghost, so he simply hid on the roof of the temple with a wine jug.

The moonlight is sultry, and his complexion is even more feminine.

Sensing a slight sound, he said without looking back: "Do you want the Demon Lord to come and taste it, this mortal liquor?"

Yan Qingjun's ink eyes were clear, and he said lightly: "Benjun has always liked to drink sake. Saying this, he hooked his fingers into the air, and the wine jug on Tang Sanfeng's elbow fell into his hand.

He didn't look at Tang Sanfeng's shocked expression, and explained: "I'm in a good mood today, it doesn't hurt to drink it once." ”

Where does this dark face look like he's in a good mood? Tang Sanfeng rubbed his eyes and looked at the other party carefully.

...... After three rounds of drinking, he dried up the peacock essence, but Yan Qingjun became more and more sober the more he drank.