The already somewhat cold hall was even more cold after a gust of yin wind blowing from nowhere, and the body of Qianlong, who was supposed to fall, seemed to be undergoing some kind of change after this gust of wind.

Ku Ding's face sank, and he got up and took a step back.

"Ningmon!"

Ning Ran had been sitting at the table next to him just now, and when Qianlong's corpse was wailing, he had already stood up, and when he was called by Ku Ding, the whole person rushed over, grabbed and lifted it, and had already dragged the fainted Lao Qi a few meters away.

And at this time, the swollen Qianlong's corpse stood up with a sigh of relief, no, it should have bounced up. The face, which had faded into a human form, twisted, bared its blackened teeth and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

"Corpses."

Qianlong's originally godless eyes suddenly turned, a touch of blood quickly reflected, and a faint trace of black smoke was filled with his body, which was already visible to the naked eye, as if it was caused by the vaporization of the black liquid oozing from his body, and his puffed pale hands dried up instead, and the nails of his fingers exploded, poking out more than half an inch long, black and pointed, and his hands waved towards the nearest Ku Ding.

In a hurry, Ku Ding didn't seem to have time to dodge, just turned sideways, the nails of Qianlong's long-haired hands were like sharp knives, cutting through Ku Ding's clothes, leaving a few paw prints on his chest, not deep, but covered with black and purple blood stains.

"This ...... Something's wrong, this corpse is also changing too fast, is it because of those black liquids! ”

Ku Ding took a few steps back, and stretched out his hand to stop Ning Meng, who had already put the fainted old seven in the distance and was about to rush up again.

"Don't worry, those black liquids are poisonous, take a look first."

"No, I still had a breath just now, even if it changes, isn't it too anxious?"

Ning Meng put the stick back on, but this stick is not as good as a bench leg for the thing in front of him, after all, it is a ghost treasure, Qianlong is not even a ghost now, it seems that he is not as good as a living corpse.

"I don't know, his three souls and seven souls have all been dispersed, I condensed his life soul and lung stinky spirit, so I advanced his first seven and dragged him back, even if I held that breath, it shouldn't be like this, maybe it's because of those black liquids, trap him first, don't let him run, catch it and let Meng study it slowly."

When Yu Ding spoke, Ning Meng naturally stood at the door and blocked the exit.

Qianlong's corpse did not attack again after scratching and pulling it, but stood in place, allowing the black body fluids in his body to fall to the ground and accumulate on the ground.

Meng Po just looked at the outermost part, as if she wasn't worried at all, but her eyes were on those black liquids, and she seemed to be very interested.

And Lao Qi, who was thrown on the table by Ning Meng, woke up in a daze, and the stench seemed to be still drilling in his nose, making him want to vomit.

He sat up from the table, saw Qianlong's swollen and deformed corpse, and then looked at the other people's standing, with Qianlong's hideous appearance, and vaguely guessed what was happening.

"This ...... This ......"

But as soon as Lao Qi said a few words, Qianlong's corpse seemed to have a reaction to the sound, and the whole thing rushed over against the tables, chairs and benches, and there was black water splashing there.

Ku Ding frowned, he still wanted to see what else could happen to this corpse, but Lao Qi attracted the attention of the corpse, if this is not blocked, Lao Qi's skin and flesh will be caught casually, then it will be troublesome.

Almost between the lightning and flint, Ku Ding's feet were already close to Qianlong, and at the moment when the corpse of the corpse was close to the already sluggish old seven, he grabbed Qianlong's body and twisted him violently, and with the other hand he had pinched a piece of golden paper and pointed it on his head.

"Soul Suppression, Broken."

With Ku Ding's voice, the hideous Qianlong quieted down again, and when Ku Ding's hand touched his forehead again, Qianlong fell to the ground with a bang.

Ku Ding's eyes froze, and his body squatted, as if he was about to grab something on the ground.

However, Ku Ding was still a little late, and at the moment when Qianlong fell to the ground, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness in an instant.

"How...... What's going on......"

didn't come back to his senses, and turned off the lights again, Lao Qi's heart tightened, and he subconsciously shrank back.

A cold wind blew, and the surrounding temperature plummeted by dozens of degrees, as if entering a cold winter in an instant, and in the environment where you couldn't see your fingers, you could only hear two heavy breathing sounds, as well as Lao Qi's rapid heartbeat.

"The ghost is coming!"

The voice was very small, it seemed to be the voice of Meng Po over there.

As if to cater to Meng Po's words, a piercing sound like scraping glass came from far and near, like a few sharp claws scratching people's hearts, Lao Qi couldn't help but cover his ears, but it was difficult to stop the sound from passing through the eardrum and straight into his mind.

Lao Qi covered his ears, this sound made him feel like his head was put into the blender, as if a stick kept stirring in his brain with this scream, and the blood was also plucked to boil, and began to rush to the brain, and even seeped out from his facial features.

"Yin sucks the soul of yang, yang breaks yin, black and white impermanence, tendency is uncertain, break it for me!"

Ku Ding Langlang's voice sounded, and everyone only heard the sound of something breaking, and then the light returned to their eyes. Qianlong's body fell to the ground, shriveled and shriveled, and nothing seemed to have happened around him except for the tables and chairs that had just been knocked down and knocked over.

"How...... What's going on? ”

Lao Qi's scalp was numb, the feeling just now was really maddening, the sound was everywhere, it seemed that there were countless cold hands touching his body, and even his consciousness was blurred, he reached out and touched his face, and the moment just now had made his seven orifices bleed.

"Devilish eyes."

Ku Ding squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to press on Qianlong's corpse, his face extremely ugly.

"In my place, you still play this set, you can't run away, if you catch it, you will have supper."

Lao Qi swallowed and spit, he was cold behind his back now, and then looked at his brother's ghost-like appearance now, he didn't feel good in his heart, got down from the table, squatted next to the corpse, reached out and touched it, trying to smooth out Qianlong's eyes that turned up, but seeing that his hands were full of blood, he took it again.

In an instant, Qianlong, who was pressed down by Ku Ding, suddenly raised his head and bit the palm that Lao Qi stretched out.

Ku Ding was also quick-eyed, and he pressed down on Qianlong again, and in the depths of his open mouth, that is, in his throat, Ku Ding skimmed a few black threads and flashed them.

"Heh, it turns out that it's not a corpse, Gu."