Xing Xudong is very satisfied with the Netherworld Ghost Building, and he can be regarded as having a place to settle down in the future, and he is finally no longer a rootless Ping.

He called Shizuka Nakamura in front of him and asked what was going on today, what was he going to snatch? That's why he didn't ask Ono Noka.

Anyway, if you have such a ghost slave, it's easy to know anything, so why bother to startle the snake and attract the attention of the other party.

Nakamura Shizuka said respectfully: "The master doesn't know, the Dongying cultivation world is mainly divided into three schools, namely the Onmyoji, the Ninja and the Satomano Mana Monk.

The Xiang Jiuju faction belongs to the warlocks, outside the three major schools, and the samurai are at the same level, although the strength is also relatively strong, but compared with the three major schools, there is a gap.

However, the Jiuju faction, in the era of the Yin and Yang Ghost Hunter, was supported by the Reincarnation Sect, and its overall strength was greatly improved, and it also had a certain right to speak. ”

Xing Xudong nodded secretly, although it is said that the Dongying devils are very hateful, but I have to say that they still have very strong strength in some aspects.

Shizuka Nakamura continued: "I got the support of Mina Suzuki Miya, the leader of the Onmyoji, this time, so I dared to attack Miss.

And the purpose of our doing this is to get the Hatoyama report in the hands of the young lady, and then through this report, we can find something extremely mysterious. ”

Xing Xudong choked on his own saliva, and coughed several times there, do you need to be so exaggerated? Even the Hatoyama report came out.

Could it be that I went to the wrong set? Ran to the place of the old nine gates, although he said that he now has ghost pets and ghost slaves, but he never thought of robbing the tomb, this thing is a specialization in the art industry.

Shizuka Nakamura guessed his thoughts, and said with a charming smile: "The master doesn't know, the Hatoyama report and the old nine doors do exist, and those so-called novel authors know some of them, so they can write them."

But it's just a scaly claw, the real Lao Jiumen, the power is extremely powerful, it's definitely not that simple, and the Hatoyama report, and what it said, is completely unrelated.

If it's just a small meteorite, it won't be taken to our hearts at all, but it's just an illusion that is easy for us. ”

The lion man said with a smile on the side: "What this slave said is very reasonable, any hundred-year-old ghost can create a realistic illusion."

Ordinary people have always had the misconception that ghosts can hurt people at will, but in fact this is not true, and only ghosts above the average level can hurt people in substance.

As for the popular inferior ghosts, they mainly affect people's brain waves, resulting in illusions, and finally scare people to death, or make them commit suicide. ”

Xing Xudong mourned for himself in his heart for a few seconds, these old ghosts have lived long enough, and they will learn things to pass the time when they have nothing to do, and they are so knowledgeable that they are about to be turned into scum in seconds.

He looked at Shizuka Nakamura and said, "In that case, what exactly is recorded in the Hatoyama report?" ”

Nakamura Shizuka shook her head and said: "The slave really doesn't know, Wei Guan Qingguang, the head of the Jiuju faction, is very strict in this matter, and I have served him for so many years, but I haven't been able to come up with a single word." ”

Xing Xudong knew that the other party, as his ghost slave, would never lie to himself, it seems that this matter is still a little interesting, but there is no need to be in a hurry.

He actually has a lot of inertia, and he doesn't want to meddle unless he is forced to do his part, and he has always believed that the more he knows, the faster he will die, and that more is better than less.

He saw Nakamura Shizuka's eyes full of spring, but he was not moved at all, there were four flowers outside, which had not yet been picked, how could he waste his energy on a female ghost.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Yang Ruzhi, you and Zheng She are both young and strong, if anyone likes it, who will this maid be rewarded?" ”

Zheng She shook his head lightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I have a heart, so it's better to let it go to you." ”

Yang Ruzhi was not polite, stretched out his hand to pull up Shizuka Nakamura, and went upstairs with a smile, and the next thing was naturally a scene that was inappropriate for children.

Nan Nan Lai was in Xing Xudong's arms, and said with a smile: "The appearance of the blood moon this time may not be a disaster for Dad, but there is no need to be so anxious, just let it be."

And after Dad's strength improves, the ghost building will naturally be upgraded, and when it reaches a certain level, you can bring people from outside in, and then you can really sit back and relax. ”

Xing Xudong touched Nannan's little head, full of strong fatherly love, this little girl is really likable, in the future, she will marry a wife and have children, maybe she can reincarnate this girl as her own daughter.

Ling Xuan was wandering on the highway on a motorcycle, when he saw the sound of breaking wind in his ears, he pressed his hands on the motorcycle, and flew out to the side.

I saw a red light shining on the motorcycle, and the whole motorcycle was cut in two, and the wound was very smooth, as if it had been cut with a knife.

He looked around cautiously, but found nothing, as if it was his hallucination, but there was a faint sense of danger in his heart.

The cold hair on his back suddenly stood up, and he immediately snatched a few steps forward, followed by a spin, but there was a pain in his back, and a cut was made.

He gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, what the hell was this? The speed is a little too fast, and it is simply impossible to prevent it.

He slowly closed his eyes and focused all his energy on his ears, which was also his most powerful skill, known as the art of listening to the wind and discerning positions.

He finally felt the fluctuations in the air, and with a burst of applause, he slapped it out, and this palm made a sonic boom, and a wave of air sprayed forward.

It was as if it had been defeated, with a bang, and the whole wrist was really sore, and if it hadn't been unloaded, it would have been broken directly.

However, the other party was also like a sandbag, and was directly beaten and flew out, falling heavily on the ground, which was obviously particularly heavy.

Only then did he open his eyes and see a guy covered in thick blood on his body, getting up on the ground, which made people feel very terrifying.

He was also surprised in his heart, the Ling family was also a famous big family in the northwest, otherwise he would not be able to mix in the position of the third prince of Qingcheng and be above everyone.

He is naturally well-informed, and even if he has never seen these suspenseful things, he has heard of them somewhat, but it is really strange to have such a thing in front of him.

The thing let out a roar, and there seemed to be hatred in its eyes, and it lunged at him again, and ten fingers were particularly sharp, as if they were short swords, and plunged directly into his chest.

Ling Xuan didn't have time to think about it at this time, as soon as he touched his hand on his waist, he immediately had an extra soft sword, and his true qi was infused into the soft sword, and he immediately stood up.

This sword is the famous Qinghong Sword, which is definitely as iron as mud, and as one of the Zhenguo swords of the Han Dynasty, it also has a certain restraint effect on demons and evils.

He stabbed it with a sword, and sure enough, it was a good sword, and it pierced the blood stain on the opponent's body in one fell swoop, but this blood stain also went up the sword, and quickly polluted a large area.

The thing howled in pain, then turned into a mist of blood, and vanished out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

Although it was only a short moment, Ling Xuan's whole body was drenched in sweat, the clothes seemed to be fished out of a basin of water, and the sharp pain in his back, as well as the contaminated divine sword in his hand, all reminded him of the danger just now.

He swallowed a mouthful of spit, and quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call, but in just ten minutes, a large number of people immediately appeared here.

After he saw these people, his eyes went black, and he fainted directly, and he was able to endure the injury until now, which was already very bad.

Don't look at the three sons of Qingcheng, they usually tear each other down, but in fact, they are all in the same breath, one is lost, and the other is prosperous, and now this one is injured, and the other two immediately rushed over.

When the two of them saw Ling Xuan's situation, they immediately thought of Xing Xudong.