The figure of the middle-aged man almost dissipated, his eyes glazed over, his face frightened, and he mechanically repeated the action of sending coal into his mouth.

Beside him, a shadow stood, with blurred features and an evil aura.

With the yin and yang eyes, Lin Qianmo saw that the energy of the middle-aged man's soul was flowing into the shadow bit by bit.

"Slash!"

Old Mr. Yin snorted softly.

With a low chirp, a fiery red vermilion bird appeared behind Mr. Yin, lifelike and majestic.

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, chirped, and opened its mouth to spit out a masculine red fire.

The red fire was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to the place where the shadows stood.

"Smack!"

The shadow turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air the moment the red fire burned.

And the Suzaku behind Mr. Yin also retreated in the moment when the shadow disappeared.

"It shouldn't be!" Lin Qianmo was puzzled in his heart, he could feel the terrifying energy on the fiery red farrow, and the red fire of the most masculine and rigid could definitely be a little faster and wipe out the shadows.

As if knowing his doubts, Old Mr. Yin said softly: "This is just a doppelganger of that ghost, if I use thunder to kill it, startle that ghost, and let him hide, it will be a lot trickier." ”

I see.

Lin Qianmo nodded to understand.

Old Mr. Yin didn't say much, and with a wave of his big hand, the middle-aged man's almost dissipated phantom turned into a point of light and merged into his palm.

"Go, go and free the soul of the next deceased."

The three of them left the area, and the yellow rune paper continued to lead the way.

Half an hour later.

The yellow rune paper stops again.

This time it is the second floor of a private house.

When the door opened, there was no one in the living room.

The yellow rune paper shuttles directly to the door of the bathroom.

Mr. Yin opened the door.

On the toilet, there sat a long-haired woman, her hands tightly choked her neck, her face was bruised, and her tongue was drooping, covering almost her entire chin.

Beside him, there was also a shadow, and this time, the shadow had already turned into green smoke and disappeared before Old Mr. Yin could make a move.

Lin Qianmo actually wanted to ask if the ghost had noticed Mr. Yin's power and fled.

But Mr. Yin and Gu Nianxiao didn't have any signs of explanation, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Similarly, with a wave of his hand, the long-haired woman turned into a point of light and melted into his palm.

Yellow runes continue to lead the way.

The three rushed to the place where the next deceased lived.

The deceased was also in the bathroom.

When the three arrived, only the deceased was included.

The sink was filled with water, and the man in his thirties buried his whole head in it, his limbs trembling and struggling, but his head just couldn't lift up from the sink, as if the water was sticky.

Lin Qianmo's heart was furious, and he clenched his fists.

People can't die more than they nod their heads.

It's just a ghost thing to kill people, but you can strip the soul and repeat this torture over and over again, the method is too bad!

Old Mr. Yin and Gu Nianxiao's expressions were also cold.

Mr. Yin took the point of light that the man's soul turned into into his palm, walked ahead without saying a word, and rushed to the place where the next deceased was killed.

Forty minutes later, the three of them arrived at a small, low-slung rental house.

In the room, a young student in his twenties, 1.87 meters and a recent graduate, hung in the air, and a wire was fixed above the roof, wrapped around his neck.

His posture is very strange, his legs curled up from behind, and his feet are almost next to his waist, and only a woman who practices yoga and dance is very flexible can do such a move!

The moment Mr. Yin unscrewed the door of the rental house, the shadow appeared again, this time, his facial features were vaguely visible, and his aura was cold, and he was half-squatting under the soul of the young student, with a cruel and happy smile on his face.

When the shadow saw the three of them, he waved his hand as if he had seen an acquaintance, and before Mr. Yin could make any moves, he raised his hand to touch the young student's forehead, and it turned into a black smoke and dissipated.

Lin Qianmo, who had yin and yang eyes, saw a trace of green energy flowing into the young student's hand when the shadow raised his hand to touch the young student's forehead.

"What's that?"

Another question shrouded Lin Qianmo's heart.

And the last one who died.

Guided by the yellow rune paper, they came to a neighborhood.

The neighborhood was empty.

A loud "bang" echoed through the community.

But it was the last deceased to fall from the balcony on the eighth floor, blood splattered all over the ground, and his eyes burst, which was miserable.

Next to the body of the deceased, the shadows became clearer.

His facial features are difficult to describe, one will be a man, the other will be a woman.

If you look closely, it is the appearance of the four dead people who appeared on his face alternately!

Mr. Yin raised his hand and took the point of light that the deceased had turned into into into his hand.

The shadow did not stop it, and when the light point flew up, Lin Qianmo saw that the light point overflowed with a trace of green qi and flowed into the shadow body.

After this trace of green qi flowed into the shadow body, his face took on another human face.

The five human faces are constantly changing, the breath on the shadow body is getting colder and colder, the surrounding yin qi is overflowing, and the wind is raging, that is, the energy in the shadow body is increasing rapidly!

"Is it because you have devoured the trace of green energy emitted by the deceased that you have become powerful?"

Lin Qianmo's eyes were solemn and he made a guess.

"Why doesn't Mr. Yin make a move?"

If it weren't for the previous instructions, Lin Qianmo couldn't help but do it.

The energy in the shadow body became more and more terrifying, and when the coercion he escaped was almost comparable to that lifeless hand, the energy in his body finally stopped growing.

At this moment, Mr. Yin made a move!

A red True Qi erupted and turned into a streamer, slashing towards the shadows.

Bang!

Lin Qianmo's pupils shrank: "What a fast speed!" ”

Old Mr. Yin's move was empty, and the shadow flashed to another place, and his yin and yang eyes couldn't catch the traces of his dodge!

Old Mr. Yin raised his hand and struck another blow, the fiery red true qi was as thick as substance, faster and stronger than Fang Cai!

"Boom!"

The deafening sound shook the community, and the shadow actually caught the blow of Mr. Yin!

It's just that he took a few steps backwards before his figure stabilized.

Two tricks to make a judgment!

"Old Mr. Yin is really much stronger than ghosts!"

"Wow!"

A chirp sounded, and a lifelike Suzaku appeared behind Old Mr. Yin again.

The Vermilion Bird roared, giving Lin Qianmo the illusion that the void was shaking.

"Buzz!"

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, and the most masculine and rigid red divine fire erupted from its beak, stretching for tens of meters long, burning towards the shadow.

The shadow seems to be very afraid of the divine fire, and does not dare to touch it at all, dodging left and right, and always retreating.

When he retreated a few hundred meters away, the shadow turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared into the air!

The shadow has escaped?