The blood flew towards the grave and slowly spread.

Lin Chen came to the tomb and sang in Zen Buddhism without any additional movements.

Blood is spreading, the battlefield is mysterious and complex, and the trend is changeable. The blood flickered, the bright red was strange, and there were different aesthetic feelings.

The puppet stood still, a little far away, very cautious.

It is necessary to guard against others.

It and Lin Chen were not familiar with each other's hearts.

Skills have expertise.

It also didn't understand Lin Chen's skills, especially when it came to weird means, people were far more than this weirdness, just in case, it was wise to stay away.

Stop it.

Lin Chen closed his mouth, didn't beat the drum, and put it away.

Turn around, take the engineer's shovel, pose, dig.

At this time, he incarnated as a mechanic and was quite professional in digging.

Soon, I saw bamboo. Lin Chen pulled out the evil bamboo and threw it into the bonfire with a smile.

The work continued, and the campfire crackled on one side.

Just as Lin Chen moved away from the grave, the European master in the distance opened his eyes and was furious.

Recently, everything has gone wrong. The tomb has been destroyed before and can lead to evil spirits and evil things. The graves that had been buried were now broken again.

He didn't believe they would have killed him if no outsiders had intervened.

"Someone is against me, who is it, a former child, or someone else?" He guessed right.

There are many coincidences in the world, but not so many coincidences.

The only explanation is that there are people who oppose him.

Your master took the food and walked to the door of the room without knocking. He kicked straight and barged in.

The loud noise caused the people in the room to panic and wake up one by one.

"Santo, Don, don't get up early. Someone smashed the grave where you were going to be buried. ”

Hearing the sound of the broken grave, Santo swallowed his insults as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What's wrong? It's too noisy. ”

There was a naked beauty next to her, rubbing her sleepy eyes and talking.

Santo, oblivious to the beauty around him, walked out of the room in his pants and gathered a large army.

After a hurry, three cars set off.

......

On the other side, in the woods.

Lin Chen dug two pits, took out the suppressed things, jumped to the ground, made a few marks with his hands, and the blood coagulated into a falling posture.

The moment it entered the corpse, the corpse howled.

They opened their gray eyes, grumbled, jumped up, whined around their fingers, and slammed into the thunder of the forest.

Due to his early preparation, he was not in a hurry. He clapped his hands, his body covered in blood-colored spells.

They stopped.

The dead branches and leaves are yellow, standing on the ground, making a moisturizing sound of corrosion and melting.

Immediately, there was an unpleasant smell nearby.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to get revenge." Faces appeared on the corpses, and their mouths were threatened.

"Don't make any noise. You want revenge. You will have a chance later. "Now, let me be quiet." Lin Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said impatiently.

He clapped his hands again, and the drums beat again.

A wail came out of the corpse's face, looking at Lin Chen with resentment, and then retracting back onto the corpse.

Lin Chen and the doll looked at each other, hiding in the woods in the dark night, with only two corpses left by the campfire.

The corpses bound by the campfire looked longingly at the two corpses on the ground.

Here they go.

Time passed, and the sky shone with moonlight, shining on the corpses, and resentment was surging as if refracted, and the corpses were covered with ghosts, teeth, and claws.

There was a slight noise in the distance.

Someone came, quite a few people.

"Master, you said that the body is still nearby, and when we go back to stay at home, will it escape?" Santo said.

He wouldn't want to come here if he could. Who knows, there will be ghosts here.

Hum.

Your master snorted coldly.

"Safety is for sure, I suppressed the two corpses, now I have just been born, the strength is not strong, don't settle down sooner, you still want to wait for their strength to be stronger before taking revenge, don't forget, there may be ghosts and colleagues hiding in the dark, time is not good for us."

Master Ou's thoughts were not wrong, but he never thought that Lin Chen would help him solve the ghost.

Santo didn't read much, but he also knew that some people hid in the dark and released cold arrows, which was very dangerous for him standing in the light.

He waved his hand to his younger brother behind him to hurry up.

"There may be people hiding nearby. When you see someone, don't mention it. Hit him in the face and beat him into a honeycomb. ”

He told his story to the two hearts around him, which were also armed with guns.

"Boss, rest assured that we can complete our mission." The two men around them trembled, showing loyalty.

Gradually, he slowed down a little, picked up a pistol, and looked at the pistol, and he felt a little more comfortable.

Look closely.

A group of people came to the campfire.

"In front, don't go."

Ghoul;

As soon as your master sees the corpse, he discovers the ghost hidden in the body and judges what it is.

The ghost raised his head and stared at Master Ou and Santo, this was his insistence.

The younger brothers, who followed behind, looked at the ghost in horror. They witnessed the death of the corpse with their own eyes. How could they not be afraid?

Walk in front of two people, put down the hands of the two cauldrons, then run to the back, pull out the watermelon knife hanging from behind the buttocks, and pluck up courage next to it.

The drums beat in vain.

The magic of a Feng Shui practitioner lies in you and the boy.

Master Ou tasted the familiar taste from the drum, the familiar mana fluctuations, and his heart burned with anger.

A miniature version of the battle appeared on the ghost's forehead, like bright fireworks, which disappeared in an instant.

The initially suppressed resentment is like adding a furnace, the bigger, the more powerful, the more terrifying, the thicker the essence, even ordinary people can vaguely see it.

Their black nails are long, and the black glow is moving, sharp, and incomparable.

Let the eyes see worse than before.

Meantime.

"Put things down." Your master drank cold.

Others put their stuff together.

Immediately, a simple altar of law appeared, a small wooden table with a sign hanging on either side, and a small incense burner lit two.

The ghost rushed towards Master Ou.

A punch two feet away, Black Nails wanted to kill him.

"Find the Feng Shui Immortal Cultivator and kill him." Master Ou said.

Fingers dancing on the skull. The mana is collected into a spell and imprinted on the skull.

Two red canopies shot out of the hollow track of the skull like cymbals, hitting the body of the fallen ghost.

The ghost flew back, pulled out two trails, and kicked up a puff of sand and rocks, and dust rolled up.

On the other hand, the two younger brothers of the saint, armed with guns and soldiers, shook their heads in three steps to find out if anyone was hiding nearby, bypassing the campfire and looking for the hidden forest sounds.

They didn't want to look for it, but before they came, Santo offered a big price. Whoever kills that person in the dark, he will be the second in the club and the prize money will reach 10 million.

Facing the opportunity for the saints to be alone and above others.

They are all heartbeats.

These hooligans came out to get silver tickets and so-called prominence.

They know the danger and never lack the urge to lick blood with a knife.

Wealth and wealth are at stake.

They are promising, and maybe by fighting, the bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle.

In the woods, there is a pair of eyes that look at everything.

Gun？ It's cruel. Want to use this garbage to give the gunman a chance to kill me?;

Lin Chen stared at the two people with guns, the bodies of these two people threatened him to a certain extent, and his body couldn't ignore the injuries caused by the guns.

"Puppet, please go and help me carry the two people with guns, and the others give it to me." He preached in secret.

"No problem." The puppet responded.

Firearms may pose a threat to Lin Chen, but for alien puppets, firearms are like broken copper and iron, and they are of little use.

It's also a drop in everything.

"Come out, come out, my brother will give you a good knife, a deadly knife, no pain, 10 million is mine." One of them grunted.

Lin Chen ignored the approaching gangster brother, linked his fingerprints, and the child landed.

"What a terrible momentum, what feng shui, how fierce." Master Ou was secretly shocked.

Ask yourself, no magic can be so powerful, but he doesn't want to run away, and in this case, reconciliation and escape are impossible.

Although the power of Feng Shui exceeded his expectations, it is unclear who died.

A life-and-death duel is never a mana to decide, there are too many factors.

The ghosts rushed up again, a little faster than before, and grabbed them fiercely, like a real grievance condensed into ten streamers, and flew straight towards the master of Europe.

； If you want to solve the ghosts in front of you, you can't wait for Feng Shui Narcissus to solve them. If you work hand in hand, you're going to be in trouble.;

He jumped forward and stepped over the altar of the law, and his head flew up, following him and protecting him.

Master Ou didn't have much hope that the bastard would kill Feng Shuixian.

They were the outcasts he used to drag the daffodils.

After the Feng Shui Immortal Cultivator was killed, he was happy, but he was not surprised if he failed.

Master Ou's hand was knotted with several fingerprints, and his hands and fingers crossed each other, slowly separated, and placed in front of the Dharma pot altar, trembling.

Next interest.

The mouth of the bottle was sealed with yellow paper, and when it rushed into the cap, two pieces of jade and white bones jumped up, and they were immediately entangled by ghosts.

"Made, these mysterious and mysterious figures, it is really a variety of weird techniques, even white bones can be, it is hard not to say that this is the essence of white bones."

Santo walked over to the altar of the law and hid himself to look at it.

Master Ou strode forward, and the footprints that fell to the ground had a vague rhyme. He hit a seal with his hand. The symbol hanging on the altar of the law fell and flew in front of him.

The charm hung from the yellow awning, wrapping around the skull floating in front of him.

"No, brother, help me."

In the light of the campfire, a mournful cry was heard in the dark woods.

Bang.

The gun went off.

As long as it sounds, it will never be heard again.