||->-> Chapter 386 of the main text opens up the ghost path

Facing the three ghost-hunting mages, the ghost general didn't dare not speak, so he had to nod his head and said, "Yes." （）”

This opening, the voice was high-pitched, and it didn't even look like a man's voice.

Ding Ermiao frowned and asked, "Were you a eunuch when you were alive, why did you speak so sharply, like a girl?" ”

The white-faced ghost general's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said: "When I was alive, I was a singer, and the best thing was to reverse the string of flowers. Later, the general conscripted me, arrested me, went out with the army, and sang to him in my spare time. Later, the army defeated 100,000 mountains, and the general became the ghost king, and my soul could not be exceeded, so I stayed under the general's account. ”

"When you were alive, you were a singer?" Ding Ermiao was furious, probed back with his left hand, pulled out 10,000 people from behind, and said, "Master is the first to kill you today!" ”

"Ermiao, don't be impulsive!" Wu Zhanzhan hurriedly shook the impermanence rope, turned it into a bracelet, and put away the white-faced ghost general. It's hard to catch a living, and you can't just kill it.

Li Qingdong also stepped forward to persuade and helped Ding Ermiao return the sword into the sheath.

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"Ermiao, why did you react so much when you heard that people were singing?" Wu Zhanzhan asked puzzled. Li Qingdong also looked at Ding Ermiao suspiciously, puzzled.

"I ......, anyway, I just look down on these things! The quail monkey is just a plaything, but it is very narcissistic, and after he dies, he has to show off everywhere, and he gets angry when he sees it! ”

Ding Ermiao said angrily: "You see that when he cried and mourned, the more he cried, the more energetic he became, causing me to stand for a long time and have a sore back. Shouldn't it be killed? ”

Wu Zhanzhan looked at Ding Ermiao's face and said, "I think he sings very well, if it weren't for dealing with the Ghost King, I really wouldn't want to arrest him......"

"Okay, okay, if my sister likes it, just keep him, have nothing to do, and let him sing for you to relieve your boredom." Ding Ermiao sighed and sat down on the grass.

Li Qingdong pinched his fingers, calculated silently, and suddenly spoke: "I know why Uncle Ding hates dramas!" Because Uncle Ding once suffered a loss from a drama ghost, is it right? ”

Ding Ermiao jumped up and wanted to cover Li Qingdong's mouth, but he was a step too late, and Li Qingdong's words had already come out.

"Oh......, I see!" Wu Zhanzhan smiled.

Ding Ermiao also smiled, and then glared at Li Qingdong viciously.

Li Qingdong is right, this is the case.

At the beginning, Ji Xiaoxiao was possessed by a drama ghost, and won the first place in the college student singing competition in one fell swoop. But the female ghost in Tsing Yi didn't leave, and wanted to take Ji Xiaoxiao's body and be reborn as a human. Ding Ermiao dealt with the drama ghost, and he could be regarded as having endured all the hardships. So when it comes to singing, he comes to the fire.

Especially those famous pear orchard masters, famous and famous actors, after death, the soul is tied to the pear orchard, and the dream is tied to the three-foot stage, often unwilling to be reincarnated, often looking for opportunities to possess the body, take the opportunity to perform, and win a full house to satisfy their vanity.

In other words, the desire of these ghosts to perform is very strong.

The white-faced ghost general who had just been caught possessed the body of the mourning girl and went to cry for others, which is a proof of this.

Seeing that Ding Ermiao no longer lost his temper, Wu Zhanzhan shook his impermanence and released the white-faced ghost general just now. The ghost general was frightened by Ding Ermiao just now, and now he is even more trembling, and his soul is not in his body.

"Tell me, what is the name of that Ten Thousand Arrows Ghost King, and how many ghost soldiers and ghost generals are there under him?" Wu Zhanzhan asked with a calm face.

"His Royal Highness the Ghost King was formerly known as Long Zhan. Now there are forty-two ghost generals, four were killed yesterday, and thirty-eight. The white-faced ghost general paused for a moment, and then said, "Including me thirty-eight." There are always twenty or thirty thousand ghost soldiers ......, and there are no accurate statistics of these lonely souls and wild ghosts. ”

Ding Ermiao nodded, this number is almost exactly the same as Li Qingdong's calculation, it seems that there is no need to ask again.

"You are also a ghost general, how did you fall to the point of crying and mourning in possession?" Wu Zhanzhan asked again.

"We also need incense to sacrifice ......" The ghost general hesitated for a moment and said, "I possessed that woman's body to help her earn money, and I also took the opportunity to smoke some incense and candles at ......the funeral site." In private, the woman would also burn paper for me to worship. ”

"Senior sister, don't ask, I can't ask a clue, it's the same as the old liar. Send him to the underworld to bring him to justice. Then go find other ghost generals. Ding Ermiao listened impatiently and waved his hand.

Wu Zhanzhan thought about it and nodded in agreement.

I saw Wu Zhanzhan take out a paper talisman from his backpack, shook it in the wind, and had already collected the ghost general tied to the impermanence rope. Then, Wu Zhanzhan threw the paper talisman into the sky, suddenly turned around, and the impermanence rope in his hand was drawn towards the paper talisman.

There was a snapping sound, and the paper was smoked by the fans. The white-faced ghost screamed and was never seen again.

Ding Ermiao was taken aback and asked, "Senior sister, can you send the ghost of the drama just now into the ghost path?" ”

Wu Zhanzhan withdrew the impermanence rope, smiled proudly, and said: "The impermanence rope can open up the ghost path at any time and go directly to the underworld. The whip just now has sent this sissy to the, don't worry. ”

I'll it, the impermanence is really powerful. Ding Ermiao admired in his heart, but he was not convinced. Why are the impermanence ropes and the heavenly machine disk so fascinating, but the second branch of Maoshan where he is located has lost the magic weapon?

I don't know what magic weapon was missing, what kind of magic power and power it has? Can it be compared to the impermanence of the Heavenly Machine Disk?

Ding Ermiao had the heart to ask Li Qingdong, but he was afraid that this old guy would make fun of him, so he put up with it.

Li Qingdong looked at Tianxing, pinched his fingers again, and said, "Two senior uncles, you can leave now, go back to the cemetery, and arrest the ghost general who guards the grave." ”

"Okay, Li Qingdong will lead the way!" Ding Ermiao waved his hand, ordered Li Qingdong to lead the way, and stretched out his hand to Wu Zhanzhan: "Senior sister, please." ”

"Sure enough, it's still a good ......junior sister," Li Qingdong grumbled, turned around and went back the same way, and then went to the cemetery.

Wu Zhanzhan knew Li Qingdong's off-string sound, but he didn't have a good seizure, he just coughed twice and pretended not to hear it.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Li Qingdong stopped and said in a low voice: "Two uncles, it's better to divide the soldiers into three ways, and copy the three breads." ”

Ding Ermiao looked around, nodded, and walked towards the woods to the south. Wu Zhanzhan also walked to the northern slope of the mountain.

Li Qingdong stood in place for a while, and then continued to move forward. Because Li Qingdong's journey is the closest, he must be a little late to arrive with Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan.

Ding Ermiao walked fast, and ten minutes later, he walked out of the woods, and in front of him was the cemetery just now. He took a few more steps, crouched down, and watched the movement of the cemetery in the shoulder-high autumn grass.

There were no ghosts in the cemetery, and it was quiet.

A strange wind suddenly blew, and out of nowhere, a white cloth floated leisurely, hovering over the cemetery. Look at the shape of the white cloth, but it is a spirit flag.

Ding Ermiao slowly stood up, ready to start. This conjuring banner came from a strange place, needless to say, there were ghosts in control.

was about to sneak forward when suddenly his sleeve was pulled by something, Ding Ermiao turned his head suddenly, only to find that Li Qingdong was standing behind him, shaking his head and waving his hand at him.

How could the old guy be behind him? Ding Ermiao was stunned.