A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and a layer of moonlight covers the earth through the mist.

Chen Xue stood outside, the moonlight shining, at a loss.

Nothing happened, but she still didn't dare move.

Standing up and hallucinating left and right, overwhelmed.

Chen Xue and Lin Chen are people of two worlds. An ordinary man intervenes in the struggle of the mysterious world. She can only passively accept her fate.

......

In the remote countryside, small villages.

The undeveloped area outside the village is densely forested, rustling, and hiding too many creatures.

In the dense forest, a man stood in place, picked up a bone whistle, a cool tone, a strange tune, a hazy air.

Many insects, spiders, centipedes... Densely packed, they continued to crawl into a two-eared ghost pot poured on the ground.

Ghost jars are like delicacies. They all want it.

But an inch away is a world. They simply can't get close to each other. They walked around in place.

More and more, five poisons, all kinds of poisons, more and more.

The tune changed, and with a wisp of desolate sound, affecting many poisons, they fought.

Refining poisons.

This is the way to make poisons, just to keep the strongest poisons.

"Who dares to extract substances from Lao Tzu's territory to extract poison and find death?" Drink from afar, hoarse, murderous orders.

The man lifted his usual face and snorted coldly. The sound condensed into a real sound wave and flew away.

"Lin Shiyin? Send a magic gem to save you from the sin of rudeness. ”

This person's face is a bit like Lin Chen, with the same big nose, double eyelids, white T-shirt, shorts, and slippers, which should be the image of the game to be normal.

His soul trembled in vain.

Well? What the hell is going on. What's wrong? Lin Chen, Lin Chen's father was a little hesitant.

He didn't hate Lin Chen for using his poison. He only feared for safety and needed to use his God to help him. This meant that Lin Chen's own strength was not enough to deal with the enemy.

There is a certain danger, he is not around, there are accidents, and sometimes he can't save Lin Chen.

He also accidentally paid attention to the poison under his feet, his hands were knotted, his mouth was reading, and his eyes were bright.

......

11:48:50 a.m.

In the basement, Lin Shiyin's statue was very bright, as if he was alive, looking at Lin Chen, but there was no movement.

Lin Chen drank a cold drink and clapped his hands. It's like a dusk bell. It was destined to be a matter of life and death. Blood from the copper basin shot into his head, and the ghost landed. They flew away.

The head is flying down, likes to suck blood, and the head is harder than steel, making it difficult to inflict a little damage unless the strength reaches a reduced level of mental ability.

With this method, Lin Chen's body was already exhausted, even if it was applied with ointment, it doubled the power of qi reduction, and with the help of the gods, it was still the case.

The consumption of the spirit is enormous.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to resist these two Feng Shui techniques.

Without the support of these auxiliaries and the basement battlefield, he could not resist the landing of the Ghost. He could only rely on the ghost's forced landing to passively fight back.

He pulled out a bottle of green solution and swallowed it. There was still a stream of green liquid in the corner of his mouth. His mouth was moving.

It smells terrible. It smells good. It's also nauseous to eat.

The drum sound, the drum music is very mysterious.

Flying through the air, the head and the ghost land into two streamers and fly into the distance.

They follow cause and effect, constantly approaching the old man's position.

"Hurry up, hurry up...... Lin Chen thought to himself. Soon, they came to a villa outside, where the flying head landed on a tree, and the little ghost landed at the door.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the yin is at its deepest.

The forces of evil are even more terrifying. This is the most special time of the day.

Come on, kid. All right. Automatic door-to-door delivery. "It's rude." The old man pretended to be kind-hearted and said.

The door opened without a sound, and a decomposing corpse stepped out of it.

It lunged at the ghost, clutching at its sharp black claws. It wants to kill ghosts. It's so fast that the average person can't react at all.

At the same time, the ghost's cry, a high-pitched, invisible sound wave, slowed down the decomposing corpse, not as fast as before.

It rushed over, grabbed a small hand, and broke the skin of the rotting corpse.

Unfortunately, the body was a corpse. It is painless. It only acts according to the will of a true person in Feng Shui. It is haunted by little ghosts.

A window was silently open.

Drops of blood flew out of it and headed in the direction of the ghost's descent down the mountain.

This is where I come.; Lin Chen saw blood droplets flying out of the flying head, and he knew.

Catch the thief first, catch the king first.

The old man planned to kill the Feng Shui Immortal Lin Chen so that he could easily surrender to the ghosts.

Lin Chen's applause came from a faster sound, hiding in the tree, head down, flying in from the tree and through the window.

Everything is done with care.

The little ghosts are still wrestling with the rotting corpses, but the little ghosts can fly into the sky, and their power is greater than that of the rotting corpses, so they have a tendency to shatter.

Seeing the little ghost landing and flying over, the corpse must have landed on the ground must be a piece of meat.

The devil is going to fight, the corpse is going to suffer, these two evil things are entangled.

This is also helpless, although the power of the demon king is very strong, but Lin Chen can't exert all his strength, he can only pretend to be entangled.

He also has a back hand.

Such a ferocious demon descended to earth and could not exert his power, too violent to martyr the kingdom of heaven. The old man lifted his feet and stepped into the shade, spurting out a small amount of blood. The blood turned into a red light and flew into the decomposing corpses. Soon, it returned to its original shape.

As a Feng Shui Immortal Adeptist, he could easily tell the lineage of a ghost from the bloodline of a ghost, which was not something he could handle. Fortunately, the other side can't do it all.

He also considered whether the other party would have a background, but when he thought of the demon's power, it was not a big deal to hide abroad after the incident, and then come back after the power rose.

Looking forward and backward, that's not the style of a real Feng Shui person.

Head down, follow the traces of yin, fly to the stairs in the basement, open your mouth, spit out yin, and smash open the stone door.

The gravel door fell down the stairs.

It's the sound of rocks crashing.

It's impossible. Does he still have a head? When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't dare to relax. Slowly, the drums grew louder.

Three corpses jumped up to him, protecting him.

These three corpses are just ordinary corpses on the ground, and their strength is not comparable to the outside of the decomposing corpses on the ground.

The flying head appeared down the stairs.

How could it be that he also had a flying head that would prevent the child from landing? Who the hell is he? The old man was shocked. He misjudged the other party.

He wanted to ask how he could save himself when his life was lost and his body was entangled.

He was in a hurry.

There are many feng shui techniques in the basement, but many of them are of little use to it.

The flying head landed and swooped forward.

"Get me away," the old man snorted coldly, and his heart was in a hurry, and he couldn't help shouting.

The three corpses lunged at each other, grabbed the flying head, and landed, trying to control it and stop it from moving.

The rotting corpse outside was clutched tightly by the ghost, the head was broken, and the disgusting liquid flowed out.

The corpse was hit again.

No, the corpse cannot move freely, only the ghost can be dragged down. The old man thought, he tried, and found that time was not kind to him.

Fei's head bowed, ripped off the corpse's arm, and went straight to the old man.

The old man took the drum, rolled up on the spot, avoided the blow of the flying head, struck the drum surface, made a sound like a bell, and broke ten bottles of glass.

Spiders, vipers, clams, insects... Jump out, climb out, and with God's help, rush to the head of the flight.

The flying head got tangled during landing.

The old man ran out of the basement with a drum.

Golden opportunity.

Lin Chen saw the image of blood, clapped his hands and sprinkled blood on it. His mouth moved faster, and his body immediately lost weight.

On the other side, Monty stands outside, looking up at the sky, trying to see the scene in the basement.

She felt like a fool standing outside.

Suddenly, her body became hot and hot, hotter and hotter It was his voice. Chen Xue was shocked and heard a low, cursed voice in her ears.

Familiar, too familiar.

It was hot, painful, and soon to die. She felt like she was on a stove, her body melting.

That was her last thought. She passed out on the ground, radiant and radiant. Where she fell, the moonlight seemed to shine brightly.

One by one, the black nematodes crawled out of her body.

This means that the other side has surrendered.

At the same time, the old man, who had just walked out of the basement, suddenly felt a burst of pain, like a knife cut, and hit the ground with a drum.

It's about freeing me, how is it possible, fighting me, freeing me in a matter of seconds? The Brahmin's vision was blurred.

Feng Shui regurgitation, if it is normal, he is not afraid, the pain has passed, and it will heal soon.

But now, he is fighting, and when he stops fighting, Feng Shui gets out of control.

In the basement, the head of the flight rushed out at the time of landing, flew to the neck of the old man, and bit and sucked blood.

The eyes of the head are horribly red.

This is also the death of the old man.

Solving feng shui problems in a short period of time is not something that an ordinary feng shui aderator can do, at least he can.

He didn't know that Lin Chen had so many treasures and could solve feng shui problems in a short period of time with the help of various powerful treasures.

He just wants to solve the other party wholeheartedly, then deal with Feng Shui, and then run away.

He had already planned everything.

If he had known that this would happen, he would not have had the idea of robbing the treasure.

The old man regretted that he should have killed her as soon as he found signs of fate.

He wanted to take medicine.

He's dead, but he's still alive. His fate came to Lin Chen's house, and he was at the door.

The eyes of the blood droplets took on a red color, and the body and mind could not suppress the evil nature of Feng Shui, which infected the old man's attention.

Thrilling roar.

Luckily, it's a rich residential area, where each villa is far apart, and the sound spreads and it's been quiet all the time.

The soundproofing of the villa was also good.

It is a strange cry, occasionally heard as an illusion.

A house

"Wife, listen, what a strange cry." The man asked.

"No, it's a hallucination."

They continued to sleep.

Drops of blood fell from the wooden door and entered the room, flying everywhere. The evil nature and the distraction of the old man are fighting to control the fate that befalls them.

Basement.

Lin Chen heard the gentle sound of breaking the door, jumped twice, came to a wooden frame, took out two needles and threads, and stabbed one into his wrist.

He pushed open the sarcophagus on the wall, and another needle pierced the bloody corpse inside the sarcophagus, and the flesh was blurred.

The blood clotted into a line, connecting the two in series.

The bloody corpse was under his control and quickly left the basement.

The room is a mess, the sofa is upside down, the table is broken...

As soon as the bloody corpse appeared in the hall, it jumped into the air and grabbed Lingwu, who was still fighting for control.

"I'm dead, you can't think about it." When he saw the bloody corpse on his face, he was desperate and enthusiastic.

Tired of winning.

When both body and spirit were extinguished, he recited the incantation, and the ruddy poison immediately withered, squeezed out three drops of blood, outlined the incantation runes, turned into a streamer, and flew away.

It's very fast.

According to the causality of the cursed object, Lin Chen was caught off guard and imprinted blood on his eyebrows.

His body withered in an instant.

Will you die, before sailing calmly, let me look down on Feng Shui powerhouses, thinking that they can fight alone...;. ______

Lin Chen's eyes were blurred.

The magic of the essence of blood, when it crossed the river and fell into the sea of souls, was initially due to the inability to control the huge soul power, leading to the so-called sleeping sickness.

As long as the evil spell is increased, Lin Chen has no resistance.

He's sinking.

The people had three fires, and the fires were extinguished.

People are dying.

His vision blurred, and he saw a bright light.

Light, light, light...

There is no more light.