The two hurried towards the young lady's room, and as soon as they reached the courtyard, they heard a howl from the room, followed by a ragged cry.

Song Fengzi secretly said that it was not good, and ran towards the room in three steps and two steps. Zhang Bozu also sighed in his heart, and his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The young master of the county behind him shouted even more, "Madam! Then his face turned pale and he ran forward past Zhang Bozu in a hurry.

Although Zhang Bozu was frightened in his heart, he couldn't stop his steps, hurried to the door, and shrank his head to look inside.

I saw that in the erratic white gauze tent, Mrs. County Cheng was lying on the bed lifelessly.

Her face was as white as paper, even her lips were pale yellow, and her hair was messy, covering half of her cheeks, and she was dull at the moment. A hand hung limply from the edge of the bed, and even more conspicuously the mottled bright red of her skirt, almost soaked in a large quilt.

Wen Po shook her head and sighed as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. Zhang Bozu noticed that the handkerchief she was holding had completely turned red.

"My poor grandson, before he has even drunk a sip of breast milk, his mother is gone, what a sin!"

An old woman was supporting the corpse and weeping bitterly, her voice was miserable and tear-jerking. The other young woman standing next to her also wept silently, and the next one knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly.

Songfengzi walked quickly around the screen, but immediately turned his head sideways when he saw this tragic situation. The young man of that county almost crawled to the head of the bed, tears flowing, choked up and couldn't speak.

Zhang Bozu noticed the change in the woman's neck almost immediately.

The neck, which was as white as jade, suddenly had a trace of bruising. The bruise was unusual, spreading like a tangled vine, and the color was like lacquer ink, and it gradually appeared.

Zhang Bozu was so frightened that he almost suffocated, and after the bruises became clear, the dead woman's skin suddenly changed, and it was like a parched and cracked earth.

"Ghost Scales!"

Zhang Bozu yelled out almost immediately.

Song Fengzi also noticed this scene, and saw that he quickly stepped forward and pulled away the old woman and the county prince who were crying in front of the bed, and then ripped off the veil to cover the body.

"You return my wife!" Although the county prince was crying so much that he had no strength, he pulled Song Fengzi hatefully, as if accusing.

"Madame's corpse has changed!" Obviously, the strange scene just now was not only seen by Zhang Bozu and Song Fengzi, but also witnessed this terrifying scene.

For a while, the crowd dispersed, chickens flew and dogs jumped. The young woman dragged the old woman out of the room, Zhang Bozu mustered up the courage to step forward and pull away the county prince, only to see Song Fengzi shouting at him: "Get out of here!" ”

As he spoke, he walked quickly to the bed, lifted the veil and immediately struck, just as in a dream, took out the red talisman from his bosom, and quickly struck the talisman on the forehead of the dead woman. Then he took out the soul suppression nail, and with a few clicks, he nailed the silver nail into the three big points of the dead man's divine court, the divine treasure and the bent bone.

"Hurry up to the hospital!"

How dare Zhang Bozu slack off, and dragged the county prince and Song Fengzi out of the house together.

The altar in the courtyard has been basically arranged, and the people are huddled in the corner of the courtyard gate with lanterns, afraid and eager to see the excitement.

Just as Zhang Bozu stepped down the stairs, a baby's cry suddenly sounded in the room.

But when you listen closely, this cry is like a terrible laugh.

"Not good!" Song Fengzi shouted, almost flying directly from outside the door to the altar.

"My child!" The prince of that county obviously lost his mind, and wanted to break free from Zhang Bozu and go back to the room.

Zhang Bozu could only desperately hold him, but fortunately, several subordinates also immediately stepped forward to help.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the Qiankun is correct."

Over there, Song Fengzi had already lit incense candles, and took out two purple talismans, chanting words in his mouth.

"Go!" Just listening to his order, the purple mansion actually levitated out of thin air, completely burning in mid-air, and the flames turned out to be black.

After the purple talisman burned out, two translucent red figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahh "Ghost!"

"This is the god-killing god I have summoned, so don't wait for Hugh to panic." Matsukako explained, and then stopped speaking, closing her eyes and silently chanting the mantra while constantly changing her gestures.

"It's fine! It's not like in a dream. Zhang Bozu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he had been so frightened that he was about to faint from just now.

The laughter in the room grew louder and louder, almost bursting the eardrums of everyone in the courtyard, and everyone covered their ears in unbearable form.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and countless white gauze tents floated out of the room.

And in the center of the white gauze tent, there was a small black figure.

Everyone in the courtyard let out an exclamation.

Zhang Bozu immediately saw that the black shadow was the outline of a baby, and its face had two bright red holes, and under the holes was a large cracked mouth, the reason why it was large was because the mouth almost split the face in half.

A slender black snake head like a snake letter is poking out of its mouth from time to time.

Just when Zhang Bozu was about to faint in fright, the red god-killing man made a move.

I saw two red shadows slamming down on the terrible ghost baby, opening their bows left and right, up and down, and making a sharp move, almost instantly injuring the ghost baby.

Of course, the ghost baby didn't bleed, just showed pale flesh and bones.

The bitter laughter grew sharper, and the black shadow grabbed a red shadow and nibbled on it. In a matter of moments, the red shadow turned to dust and vanished.

The other red shadow didn't dare to slack off, and almost instantaneously pounced on the ghost baby, twisting a hole in its body with white flowers.

The ghost baby was in pain, but instead of chasing the god-killing god who hurt it, he looked at Songfengzi viciously as he was doing it.

"Dao Chief, be careful!"

Zhang Bozu discovered its intentions and shouted at Songfengzi.

However, the ghost baby had already turned into a black shadow and attacked the standing Songfengzi.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, Zhang Bozu covered his eyes.

I heard a thud, which seemed to be the sound of an iron weapon hitting a shield, followed by a terrible ghost scream, followed by a roar of Songfengzi like a bell.

"Broken!"

Zhang Bozu opened his eyes and saw that Song Fengzi was standing in place unharmed, although there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his head was obviously intact.

The ghost baby seemed to have been battered so badly that most of its body was gone, and it stumbled backwards, turning into blood the moment it touched the ground, and then seeping into the ground and vanishing.

"It's better to let it escape!"

Song Fengzi's face was full of regret, and he stumbled a few steps, and Zhang Bozu hurriedly supported him.

"Dao Chief!" "It's okay."

Matsukako patted him on the shoulder.

…

Early in the morning, outside the county mansion.

"Dao Chief, are you really not resting for a few days? It's a bit inappropriate to go after the grub before the body recovers, right? Zhang Bozu said worriedly.

Song Fengzi smiled indifferently: "Don't be afraid, it's you!" In the future, if you are alone in the future, you must follow the method I told you, and the next time you encounter a ghost market, I may not be able to make it there. ”

Zhang Bozu smiled embarrassedly.

"By the way, there is one thing," Zhang Bozu hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Dao Chief, what magic weapon did you use to block the fatal blow of that dragon, I didn't see it in my dream!" ”

Song Fengzi hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "That's it, after all, you and I have experienced life and death together, and I won't hide it from you." Actually—" he said, lowering his voice, "I'm not of your race. ”

Zhang Bozu was stunned for a long time before he understood the meaning of these words, and then looked at Song Fengzi with wide eyes.

"Dao Chief, you..."

Song Fengzi didn't care, nodded and said: "I was originally an old turtle who had practiced for five hundred years, and I traveled to the world and learned some Taoism by the way. The blow of the Snake was naturally blocked by my shell. The next time you meet you, I will give you one, which has been passed down from generation to generation in my people, and can heal external wounds, and its effect is like that of God. ”

He patted Zhang Bozu, who was still sluggish, and then turned around and walked out of the city.

"Old tortoise?"

Zhang Bozu suddenly felt that his eyes were blurry.