Mao Zheng thought like this, and saw that all the little ghosts had been collected by the dementor charm, leaving only the red-clothed little ghost standing alone in that room, looking at Mao Zheng's direction with dead eyes.

He didn't dare to move, he knew that the outside was the net, although now the entire house price was full of cinnabar, but it was just a little uncomfortable for him, but he would be caught when he went out, and now he was waiting, waiting for Mao Zheng to come out.

Mao Zheng, the red-clothed imp, was not moved at all, he simply took out the feather fan, showed his body behind his back, looked at the red-clothed imp with a smile, and walked over slowly.

The red-clothed ghost took a fancy to Mao Zheng with crimson eyes, only to see him show his fangs, and his nails were growing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the little ghost in red was about to be angry, Mao Zheng laughed even more. The little ghost was even more annoyed and angry, and regarded Mao Zheng as an ordinary charlatan, but he was wrong.

Just when the little ghost was launched, Mao Zheng fanned it over, and the little ghost flew up directly and installed it on the wall, which was even more ironclad.

As soon as he made a move, the little ghost suffered a big loss, and the resentment in his heart was even stronger, and he turned over and immediately pounced on Mao Zheng, Mao Zheng thought that he still used the demon mirror, but when the little ghost pounced, Mao Zheng flashed and the little ghost directly tore a piece of Mao Zheng's clothes, Mao Zheng felt that this little ghost was still very powerful, and he was able to pounce on him, almost thinking of himself, it seems that he is already very powerful.

Am I still too kind? Mao Zheng thought so. The fan in his hand was fanned out again, only to see that the little ghost was like a cannonball, directly hitting the wall, and Mao Zheng fanned it again, and the little ghost had no chance to turn over, only stuck to the wall.

At this time, Mao Zheng had already taken out the demon mirror from the treasure bag, and the demon mirror, when Mao Zheng was cultivating recently, he was always practicing and blessing, and the aura was a little thicker.

It was the demon mirror in his hand, exuding a faint bronze light, and the aura was still circulating, like a twinkling starlight.

And the emerald on it exudes a turquoise color, Mao Zheng knows that this bronze mirror has made a slight improvement compared to before, and if it is taken out, it should be more powerful than before.

But how much bigger, he didn't know.

At this time, the little ghost turned over again, and when he saw Mao Zheng looking at him with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but be afraid and resentful. It was a complicated look, but there was always a point that I couldn't wait to eat Mao Zheng.

"Little doll, have you been wronged? No. There's no one like you, you're just a psychopath. Oh! No, you are resentful and cruel to living beings, and even if I find out that day, your team should grow again, and you want to be the boss, right? But you're not the red boy in Journey to the West, so you don't have that kind of ability. Hahaha! Mao Zheng crossed his waist and provoked the little ghost.

The most taboo thing for the dead is that his relatives give him red clothes, and this little doll was accidentally worn by his mother in a red dress, so he became a powerful ghost and had a demonic heart.

In the middle of the seventh month, no one worships the deceased relatives in the family, and where is there anyone who makes clothes out of that red paper?

The words are far away, just saying that this little ghost heard Mao Zheng teasing himself like this, he couldn't help but be even more angry, only to hear a sharp roar from his mouth, and then pounced on Mao Zheng again. Zero Long Literature Network

This time Mao Zheng didn't dodge, he stood there and let the little ghost pounce like that, just when the little ghost thought he was going to succeed, he saw that Mao Zheng had an extra mirror in his hand, and the spiritual power on it surprised the little ghost, and he felt that something was wrong, but at this time, where did he stop the momentum of the pounce.

Mao Zheng raised the bronze mirror and slapped it on the head of the little ghost as a weapon, bell! The imp's head was like an impregnable wall, and the bronze mirror that slapped his head made a metallic sound.

However, when it was slapped on the head of the little ghost, the bronze mirror emitted a dazzling light, and suddenly enveloped the little ghost from head to toe, only to see that the little ghost's soul was fading in the light of the bronze mirror, and the soul was fading at a speed that was within the reach of the naked eye.

Mao Zheng looked at it, not good! If this continues, the soul of this little ghost will definitely be scattered, and then he will really hurt Tianhe.

Thinking of this, Mao Zheng hurriedly withdrew his hand, and hurriedly took out the bottle with his other hand, and covered it on the head of the little ghost. I saw that the little ghost seemed to be pulled by a lot of suction, and quickly turned into a ball of black gas and put it into the bottle.

The cork was closed, and Mao was imprinting the lid with the five thunder seals, and this suppression was to prevent the little ghost from escaping.

Mao Zheng accepted this little ghost, and then he felt that his mana had been used up for more than half, and he subconsciously pinched a cold sweat, fortunately, he didn't have much fun, if he fanned a few more fans, his mana must have been exhausted, and he who didn't have mana was the same as that ordinary person.

Mao is putting away the camera charms in the camera array scattered outside, and these are all containing the souls of one or several children, and after putting them away, Mao is looking at the dried corpses of children everywhere here.

After thinking for a while, he found some dry weeds and some wood outside, and set them up in an open place, and put the dried corpses of those children on them, and lit a raging fire, and in a short time all the dried corpses were burned and turned to ashes.

Mao Zheng thought as he walked, even if the red-clothed imp was raising the imp, then who was the first to hang the body of the red-clothed imp here?

But no matter how you think about it, someone did it on purpose, but who is this person? There is no way to find out, because if he is here, the people behind it must know about it, and he will not show up in the future. So Mao Zheng had no choice but to walk towards the City God Temple, and the person who was caught behind him could only be taught by chance.

When the rooster crowed, Mao Zheng came to the City God Temple, only to see that the temple is not big, no one presides over the management, but the incense here is never broken, Mao is standing in the temple smelling the aroma of sandalwood, opening the eye of heaven to look at which temple.

I saw that there was a long table in the temple at this time, and the long table was full of fruits from all seasons.

That Bai Wuchang turned around at this time and saw Mao Zhengle and said, "Hahaha! How do I say it? It's still pretty fast, this chicken just called you to get it. Come on, Brother Mao, let me introduce you to you, this is the city god of this side. ”

Mao Zheng stepped forward and bowed to the city god, and the city god smiled and invited Mao Zheng to sit down.

Where did Mao Zheng dare to restrain him, he was thirsty when he finished doing things, and he couldn't help but sit on the middle seat. It seems that at this time, it was specially prepared for himself, and there was a wine glass in front of him, and there was a glass of hot wine in the wine glass.

"Brother Mao, drink! This is the Moutai wine stored by the City God, and it tastes very good, and it is comparable to the jade liquid elixir in the sky. Bai Wuchang said, drinking the wine from the wine glass.

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