After the people left, the boy in Tsing Yi on the side asked: "Dare to ask the child, what is this ghost baby?" ”

Ling Che looked at him and asked, "I don't know if the son is ......?"

The young man in Tsing Yi arched his hand: "In Xia Ji Mingli, he is a distant cousin of Master Bai." ”

Only then did Ling Che return the salute: "It turned out to be Gongzi Ji, under Ling Che, he is a famous Jianghu cultivator, and this is Shen Qingmian, the eldest son of the Shen family." ”

Ji Mingli waved his fan and bowed his head slightly: "Shen Gongzi's name has been heard of a long time ago, but I just heard what Ling Gongzi said, this ghost baby... What is it? ”

Ling Che paused, pursed his lips and said, "The unborn baby was invaded by evil things in the mother's body and seized the soul body, this is a ghost baby. ”

Ji Mingli's face changed slightly, and he pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "Original... I swas. ”

Looking at his expression, Ling Che narrowed his eyes, raised his eyes to look at Ji Mingli, and asked tentatively: "Haven't you set up any enchantments to ward off evil spirits or something like that in your huge White Mansion?" ”

Ji Mingli said: "There are enchantments and rune seals, there has always been an enchantment in the house before, but a month ago, for some reason, this enchantment was suddenly destroyed, that is, on that day, my cousin was seriously injured by a man in black, as for the rune seal, half a month ago, I gave my cousin two calming rune seals, what do you do with these asked?" ”

"Bang dang!"

While a few people were talking, there was another noise in the room

Ling Che hurriedly handed the child to Ji Mingli, and said with a gaze: "It's nothing, just ask, you take this child away first, find a place to bury it, and go back to rest after arranging, the evil spirit may still be in the room and hasn't left, Shen Qingmian and I will go in and take a look." ”

Then the two entered the room together.

The room is covered with cyan veils, the furniture is made of rosewood, the rosewood has a faint fragrance, more dignified, but not strong, has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep, but at this time, the room is filled with a heavy bloody smell mixed with the smell of rosewood, which inevitably makes people a little dizzy and a little nauseated.

Ling Che tore off a piece of fabric and covered his mouth and nose to feel better, and Shen Qingmian behind him frowned, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

The two lit the candles and cautiously walked to the bed.

The man on the bed was already out of breath, and his body was covered with a blue quilt, which was stained with blood.

"Bang dang!"

The window behind him suddenly opened, knocking over the vase on the table by the window, shattering to the ground.

The two of them hurriedly paused, turned around and approached the window.

Ling Che frowned, pulled out his sword and said, "Be careful! The yin qi here is extremely heavy, and there must be a lot of evil spirits. ”

Shen Qingmian nodded, holding his sword and looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly, there was a faint whimpering sound behind him, far and near, big and small, sometimes sad and sometimes wailing, very terrible.

Before they could react, a sharp yin wind came straight towards the backs of the two of them, Ling Che was the first to react, quickly turned around and split the black qi with a sword, looked at the bed full of cyan veils vigilantly, and said with a slight sideways gaze: "It's behind the veil, let's find a way to trap it first." ”

Shen Qingmian nodded, raised his sword in front of him, pursed his lips, and looked at the veil that danced in the wind like a demon's hand with his eyelashes.

"Woo~Woo~~"

A woman dressed in white and covered with blood rushed over with her hair scattered, her long nails grabbing straight at them.

Ling Che hurriedly swung his sword to block her, but after looking carefully, he was taken aback, and almost didn't hold the sword steady.

The man could vaguely be seen to be a woman, her eyes were bleeding, and her appearance was extremely hideous.

Looking at the long nails that were close at hand, Ling Che held the sword hard, it was very hard, and he didn't forget to complain in his mouth: "Why doesn't this monster cut his nails, hmm... The strength is still so great, Shen Qingmian! Don't just watch, come and help, I'm quick... I can't hold it anymore! ”

"Bang!"