Chapter 220: Breath Strength

The full moon shines on the female perverts, the Taoist priests and the red-haired ghosts, and everything in the world.

The Taoist priest hurriedly pulled the red-haired ghost to the general slope, his nose like a dog and inhaled the humid air of the night, he wanted to find the breath of a female pervert in the air. The red-haired ghost's eyes were like a pile of firewood burning, and everywhere he saw was a dark red color, which was the light emitted from his eyes.

He only saw the trees without thousands of strange gestures, and he did not see the temple buildings that the young man saw. He only smelled the grass, not the female pervert.

He tugged on the red-haired ghost's chain, prompting the red-haired ghost to follow his pace.

Could it be that the pervert will hide her aura? He was bewildered. He believed that his performance in front of Xuan Po was flawless, and it was impossible for Xuan Po to see the flaws. In fact, if she hadn't listened to the story of the female pervert, she would never have known the truth. It's just that the Precious Taoist ignored the role of those watery eyes and the powerful prophetic power of that ancient poem.

"Stop." The Rose Daoist suddenly shook the chain in his hand and motioned to the red-haired ghost not to move.

A familiar and terrifying breath burrowed into his nose like dust floating in the air. He sniffed, and here she is! His life-and-death rivalry has finally come! A clearer and clearer breath came from the air into his nose, and he knew that it meant that the pervert was approaching the general slope.

He guessed correctly, the female pervert who escaped from the barrel was running wildly in the direction of the panicked super precious Taoist priest, and there were two other people following the female pervert, one of whom was the grandfather.

The breath of female perverts is getting stronger and stronger. The Rose Daoist can discern the strength of his opponent from that aura. In the past, that breath was like the smell of rotten meat, which meant that the opponent was newly dead and would not hide it, although the smell stinked, the strength was weak, and it was not worth mentioning. Later, the smell of the breath like mud means that the opponent has gotten rid of the reliance on **, and the strength is a little longer, but it still can't hide the faint smell of rot, and there is no need to take it seriously. Later, the smell is like the smell of spring earth, which means that the opponent is no longer an ordinary ghost, it has begun to have great potential, like the soil that is about to take advantage of the spring to grow all things, containing a strong vitality, but because it is still in the development stage, it does not have the strength to fight against him. However, at this time, the Precious Daoist knew that his opponent should not be taken lightly. He must curb its flourishing.

And now, the smell of his smell has changed. That aura actually contained four or five points of popularity, and its ghost nature already knew how to hide. It can be seen that the current female pervert has greatly increased her strength. Although the pervert may still not be able to put him to death, the Rose Taoist priest does not want to lose both, or rather, he does not want to be hurt himself, and he does not want to be hurt at all. He has to use the strength of the red-haired ghost to fight against the female pervert. And he himself is only the antagonist behind the red-haired ghost.

Gotta find a place to hide, Noble thought to himself.

He didn't want to be directly exposed to the pervert's sight, and maybe it would be better to give her a surprise attack when the pervert came. The cunning nature of the fox hidden in the body of the paper is revealed. Yes, it is impossible for him to directly confront the female pervert, just like he couldn't directly make trouble with Poor Xiucai, but to use a more yin and more damaging way.

The Rose Taoist priest no longer looked at the details carefully, he pulled the chain of the red-haired ghost and hurriedly looked for a suitable hiding place. The degree of panic is no less than that of the short mother-in-law who was looking for her way home in Jiangjunpo.

Perhaps, he knew that there was more than one female pervert who came, he might have smelled the breath of his grandfather, and he also smelled the breath of the person behind his grandfather, but he didn't smell it and hid a breath here. The breath wafting from afar focused the priest, but he ignored the breath that was closer to him. Of course, the breath that was closer to him was not the breath of the red-haired ghost. As for this breath, there is a general slope and the surroundings of the general slope for many years.

The pervert was frightened by the chicken in the bucket just now. Maybe it's not appropriate to describe her fear as "the soul doesn't keep it", because her soul has already left the ** as a "house". Now she only has a soul and has no relinquishment. Yes, she is not afraid of heaven and earth, and the hardships and hatred of life have made her no longer a cowardly and pitiful daughter, nor a pampered official wife. However, her centipede habits made her see chickens like mice and cats, which is a natural sense of fear, a sense of fear that has no reason.

She ran wildly under the moon, and when she looked down, her shadow had gradually transformed into the shadow of a centipede, and her thousands of feet and long body shocked herself.

She didn't know the name of the mountain here, but she remembered that she had told her about the tall mountain before. She didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and ran directly to the small hill next to Changshan. That little hill seems to be calling to her too, come on, come on, come in, Rashiki!

She ran into the general slope and saw a small temple. She immediately stopped. How can there be a temple here? She dared to sneak into people's houses during the day and kill the men in them, but she did not dare to enter the temple where there was no one in the middle of the night.

She hurriedly stopped her steps and looked back to see that Master Ma and the man who carried the threshing machine were chasing after her. A sneer bloomed on her face, Master Ma, I told you not to interfere with it, but you didn't listen, if it weren't for your father's soul, I wouldn't even give a warning to greet you in advance. Since you must participate, don't blame my men for being ruthless.

Grandpa and the man chased after the general slope and stood still at a distance from the female pervert. Grandpa and the man were out of breath.

Grandpa and the female pervert confronted each other, their eyes were cold, all the time in the moonlight tonight.

"Master Ma, why do you have to get along with me?" The pervert spoke first.

Grandpa gasped and said, "It's not that I can't get along with you, you are a ghost, so you should stay where ghosts should be, and don't stir up in the human world." I know your grievances, but have you thought about it, and the families of ninety-nine men have also been unhappy because of you. Your tragedy has been magnified ninety-nine times by yourself. ”

The female pervert said: "I just use the spirit of ninety-nine lustful men to fight against my enemies. ”

Grandpa said, "No, I won't take you in, and you'll expand the number to a hundred." ”

The female pervert suddenly looked away from his grandfather and looked behind his back. Because, a man was quietly approaching his grandfather behind his back, holding a large wooden stick in his hand. And Grandpa and the man who carried the threshing machine didn't know it.