The old knife is also an old man, and after hearing the movement downstairs, he immediately squatted down and groped to open a dark compartment at the bottom of the coffin.

Inside the compartment was a sharp dagger, a small section of human bones engraved with runes, and a pocket-sized black wooden coffin.

He copied out the dagger and human bones, quickly blew out the candle, and returned to the door to crouch low, ready to strike.

The big-headed imp reacted a little strangely, and after hearing the cat meow downstairs, he didn't have the same fierceness as before, but wanted to turn around and escape into the coffin.

The old knife held the ribs and forced the order, so that the little ghost reluctantly climbed the door, digging into the wall with the sharp nails of the remaining three limbs, and hanging upside down above the top of the door.

Hold your breath, all parties are ready, just wait for someone to enter the door and unleash a thunderous blow.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and there are always some strange things that just don't like to take the ordinary road.

The old knife only heard a faint chanting sound downstairs, and then saw a black shadow flash into the open window, landing silently, and unable to see the figure clearly, only two golden vertical pupils floated in the air like ghost fire, indicating that the person who came was not a person but some kind of animal.

The darkness in the room didn't seem to be a problem for it, and the golden eyes looked back and forth between the imp at the top of the door and the old knife by the door.

The old knife clearly read a trace of admiration from the other party's eyes.

His old face flushed, and he straightened up and took two steps forward, holding his dagger horizontally in front of him.

As the muttering downstairs died down, a dim glow shone from the darkness outside the window.

Then a hand rests on the window edge, and with a leap of support, a young man jumps into the room in a parkour-like position. After the man stood firmly, he stretched out his hands, and the tower and sword were immediately in his hands, plus he was covered in a faint golden light, looking like a golden-armored god with a left tower and a right sword, and his power was unparalleled.

It's just that there is a fresh cat's claw scratch on the side of his face, which looks a little embarrassed.

The old knife's eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice, "You cut the little ghost I raised?" ”

"It's not him, it's me."

A voice came from behind the old knife, and he hurriedly leaned sideways against the wall, only to find that a petite Lori had come to the door quietly.

……

The people who came were naturally Qi Zihuan, Xiaoxiao and Black Cat Youyou.

In the last battle, Xiaoxiao smashed the spiritual power mark into the little ghost's body when she cut off her right foot, but her spiritual power is weak now, and this mark must be perceived within a certain distance.

So in the next few days, David was forced to adopt the black cat that made him extremely uncomfortable in his eyes.

David searched around for news, looking for possible hiding places for the ghost keeper, and then the black cat checked several places one by one, and finally found the two-story building while Qi Zihuan and Xiaoxiao were strolling along the seaside.

The original plan of the two and one cat was to sneak in and take it in one fell swoop. But who would have thought that Qi Zihuan's mobile phone, which would not ring once for a few days, except for a smile call, actually received a call to promote a shop on the street.

……

"Go ahead and leave me alone." Xiaoxiao said as he took out his mobile phone and pointed it to the room, showing a posture of eating melons.

The black cat also walked through the room, slowly pacing to the feet of Xiaoxiao and sitting, and began to lick the fur from its paws carefully.

Seeing this, the old knife was even more hesitant, and continued to ask, "Who are you?" Why bother me? ”

"You don't have the peace of mind to do the promising job of stacking yards, do you have to raise little ghosts, make money and kill people, and are you not afraid of retribution? It is the commission of the suffering Lord that we have taken away your evil. Qi Zihuan replied loudly.

The old knife clenched the human bones in his hand and said: "They are blinded by their own interests, and they have fallen into the abyss of gambling, and it is only a matter of time before they go bankrupt and their wives are separated, I just accelerated this process, what is wrong." ”

"You have used a method to confuse people's minds, and you will not stop taking away people's property, and you have to condone the little devil to eat human flesh and blood, and you dare to say that you are right? If you know each other, get rid of the imp immediately, and then go to the police station and turn yourself in, so that we can still leave you alive. I don't know if it's because someone on the side is videotaping, Qi Zihuan is speaking at the moment.

The old knife pondered for a moment before he said slowly: "My little ghost was not your opponent last time, I admit it." But to be clear, I can leave the little ghost behind, but please let me go, don't let me go to prison at this age. ”

Qi Zihuan is about to add drama to himself, and strive to be bloodless and convincing people with morality.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the coffin.

A good-looking woman sat up from the coffin and looked at the people in the room with confused eyes. After a while, he realized that he was only wearing a thin veil that had no concealing effect, and hurriedly covered the key parts with his arms, and hung his head in shame, a blush extending from the base of his ears to his neck.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted to this weak woman, something happened suddenly.

The big-headed little ghost who had quietly moved to the ceiling just now jumped down, jumped onto Qi Zihuan's back, opened his mouth and bit down on the artery in his neck.

The old knife on the opposite side was also a wrong step, and the dagger shining with cold light stabbed insidiously towards Qi Zihuan's waist.

Qi Zihuan had already taken precautions, although he was distracted by the beauty just now, he was not flustered.

I saw that the golden light on the back of his neck was blooming, and he forcibly let the sharp teeth of the big-headed imp return in vain. Then the wrist of the right hand holding the sword twisted, and he gently knocked the small tower of Zhaori with the edge of his palm, and the golden purple thunder and lightning that swam out of the glass bottle on the top of the tower went straight to the old knife. The peachwood sword is inserted into the back again, and the imp is about to be pierced.

The old knife only had some experience in hooligan brawls before raising a little ghost, how could he have predicted that Qi Zihuan would have such a strange method, and he was suddenly swept into his body by the golden purple thunderbolt, and suddenly his whole body was paralyzed and stood on the spot.

The little ghost was much sharper, and before the sword blade arrived, he had already let go of Qi Zihuan's back, and after landing, he used all three limbs together, and he ran fast.

Qi Zihuan's small maneuvering technique pays more attention to agility and jumping, and the main purpose is to dodge in a narrow range, and the speed bonus is actually not much, and for a while he can't chase that little ghost.

The situation in the room was a mess now.

A big-headed imp with one foot missing was scurrying around the room.

Qi Zihuan held the sword and chased after him breathlessly, and every time he passed by the old knife, he didn't forget to make up a thunderbolt.

The old knife was a statue in the center of the room, and every time he could move, he was paralyzed by changing positions.

The tulle beauty in the coffin was still bowing her head and being shy, and at the same time secretly raising her eyes to observe the others.

Xiaoxiao's eyes were crooked, and his whole body twitched with joy, and even the mobile phone that was recording was shaking.

The black cat yawned, too lazy to look, and slept.