"Quack~" The crow's cry sounded again, this time, the female ghost Bao'er and the ghost driver, without exception, all succumbed to the ground and remained motionless.

In an instant, Ling'er had already burrowed into the small coffin.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the front, and for a while the gongs and drums were noisy, and the highway was foggy, and a team of people and horses came out of the fog. There are two large sedan chairs among the first nine, the last nine, and the eighteen, which are one black and one white.

Soon, the group stopped. The man with the gong and drum at the beginning opened his mouth and shouted; "Yin soldiers borrow the way - Yang people avoid."

Then, the group of men came towards me.

The cold wind in the air changed as everyone approached, and I came back to my senses in a bit of a daze, but I felt that the aura that disappeared in my body was all restored in this instant.

The strong man at the beginning saw that I was blocking their way, and the movement of the drum in his hand also stopped, and he said with some dissatisfaction; "Little doll, dare to stand in the way of the seventh and eighth masters, is it because they don't die fast enough?"

The drum stick in the strong man's hand was about to hit my heavenly spirit cover, and a strong breath of death hit, I thought I was going to die, but I never thought that in the white sedan chair, there was a sentence; "Xiao Ningzi, as the underworld, don't hurt others."

The strong man named Xiao Ningzi glared at me, and the drum stick in his hand was quickly withdrawn, and he said with some anger; "You little doll, still don't retreat?"

I was a little distracted, and in a panic, I even crawled and rolled aside. Looking at the backs of everyone disappearing, I looked very carefully, but when I looked at it, it surprised me.

It's just because their heels are upside down.

Combined with the previous reasons, fear arose in my heart. If I'm not mistaken, what I just encountered must have been the legendary black and white impermanence.

The group of them had indeed disappeared, but the middle-aged woman, the female ghost Bao'er, and the ghost driver were all staring at me with a playful face at the moment.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged woman didn't make any movements, and at this moment she actually woke up, why, I always feel that she is not the woman?

I was a little confused, and before I could speak, the middle-aged woman stood up and approached Bao'er and the ghost driver. "Boy, it's three dozen and one now."

Her voice was strange, not as delicate as a woman, but not as masculine as a man, but so bad that it gave me a kind of yin and yang.

Could it be—it's a ghost!

It was an instantaneous result, but it shattered my only hope. I've had a hard time dealing with the female ghost Bao'er, and now I have two more.

The ghost driver's ability is stronger than that of the female ghost Bao'er, and the one who possessed the middle-aged woman, I don't know for the time being, but my intuition tells me that the one in the middle-aged woman is stronger than the one in the middle-aged woman and the ghost driver.

The small coffin was not far from me, about a meter away. But at this time, it is far away.

The nerves were uncontrollably tense, and I subconsciously wanted to run, but I knew that if I ran away, Ling'er would end up like grandma.

"Mo Fan, are you afraid of death?"

At the critical moment, the small coffin flew in front of me, Ling'er got out of it, and she appeared in front of me with an adult body, but I was dumbfounded.

Not because it's too ugly, it's just because it's too beautiful.

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I nodded and responded to Ling'er's question, "I'm not afraid!" ”

When Ling'er saw me nodding, she seemed to have let go of something. Eye to eye, we just looked into each other's eyes.

After a long time, I saw a bloody light flying out of Ling'er's pupils, and casually, her ethereal voice sounded in my ears, she said; "Mo Fan, this will consume your twenty years of yang life, and after this consumption, I will completely become a new death. It is equivalent to losing all abilities. Would you like to? ”

I nodded, and there was only no god in my eyes.

A moment after I nodded, there was a thunderclap in the sky. A cloud of red light came out of my Heavenly Spirit Cover and buried it in Ling'er's body.

The moment Ling'er swallowed the red light, I saw her body suddenly grow, but for a while, she was like a giant.

With a wave of her huge hand, she grabbed the three people below her. Pinched the three of them with one hand, and Ling'er put it in her mouth without the slightest hesitation.

"Click, click." The sound of bones being chewed sounded, and the ghost bodies of the three people, without any ability to resist, were swallowed by them in this way, becoming the aura between heaven and earth.

Twenty years of longevity disappeared, a little wrinkle appeared on my forehead, a strong feeling of dizziness hit my mind, and I didn't hold back and fell to the ground.

Ling'er's body shrank into a baby in an instant, and she turned into a faint white light and burrowed into the small coffin.

The night was still so dark, the wind was still so cold, and the cold wind blew through the leaves and made a rustling sound. The quiet highway is full of drums and drums. The small coffin was suspended above Xiao Mofan. A layer of white light lit up.

The earth-shattering sound of gongs and drums came to an abrupt end. A team of people appeared in an instant, the fog surrounded them, and the black and white sedan chair curtain opened in an instant.

A black and white figure flew out of it. The two of them, both of them were holding mourning sticks in their hands.

Hei Wuchang stared at the position of Ling'er before, he scratched his head in confusion, puzzled; "Lao Xie, have you felt anything?"

Bai Wuchang threw the mourning stick in his hand forward, and happened to hit the layer of white light, but unexpectedly, the white light screen not only did not break, but instead seized a lot of black gas on the mourning stick.

The mourning stick returned to Bai Wuchang's hand, Bai Wuchang seemed to feel that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked down at the moment, but saw that his mourning stick instantly ignited a raging fire, which frightened him and hurriedly threw it out.

The mourning stick fell to the ground, and from it came countless wails and screams. Bai Wuchang looked at the mourning stick thrown on the ground without blinking, and he wanted to cry a little. [The magic weapon that has followed him for thousands of years is gone. 】

Hei Wuchang pulled the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand with some embarrassment, and patted Bai Wuchang's left shoulder, "Looking for Uncle Yama, I'm asking for one." ”

Everyone left, and before Bai Wuchang left, he didn't forget to squint at the burning mourning stick. To be honest, this baby, he is really reluctant.

The sound of gongs and drums is gone, the fog has receded, and everything is at peace again. The mourning stick on the ground has a miraculous scene.

It was not that the fire of the mourning stick was extinguished, but that the mourning stick turned into a red light and buried it in the small coffin. On the lid of the small coffin, a small mourning stick mark appeared.

No one knows why, maybe it's fate, maybe it's an inescapable catastrophe. In the dark, it has its own arrangement.