In the direction that Zhigao pointed, there was a fog there, and the master snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be muttering something, but Zhigao didn't hear it clearly.

"Take it, no matter what you see later, don't shout!"

The master took the bag that Zhigao was carrying, took out a bottle of pale yellow liquid from it, and gave Zhigao a warning.

"How can I use this later?" Zhigao held the bottle stuffed by the master, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Wait a minute, you loosen the cap, and if something comes close to you, you spill it on it."

As he spoke, the master instructed the Chigo mahogany sword not to hang on the waistband of his trousers, took out the spirit talisman from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of his five-element coat, and then took out the red rope.

"Let's go! ……”

Zhigao hurriedly followed and grabbed the corner of the master's clothes, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, I'm so scared."

"I'm here, don't worry." As he spoke, the master kept looking forward.

Jiaming was just frightened by the cat, followed closely by the master, and came to the dilapidated house without leaving an inch.

The two walked in, and the cool air hit immediately, and Zhigao couldn't help but shiver, and the surroundings were cold.

"Big ...... Big... Master, what will I do if I run out of this? ”

Zhigao followed, looking at the pale yellow urine that came out of the bottle and was still a little worried.

The master looked at Zhigao a little uneasy, so he took out two Zichen Wujia spirit runes from his pocket as he walked, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a few drops of blood to the two Zichen Wujia spirit runes, and handed them to Zhigao.

After Zhigao took the Zichen Wujia Spirit Rune, although he didn't have any expressions or words, there must have been a trace of happiness in his heart, at least he added a small guarantee to his life.

The room was in a mess, with messy coffin boards and marks of a fight everywhere, and I had made too much impression of myself last night.

The master straightened the red rope in his hand and approached the room step by step.

It was already a dark night, as if the boundless ink was smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

In the last bit of moonlight, suddenly a child's figure stood up from the coffin, his eyes were round, and the smile on his hideous face was extremely strange.

Zhigao instantly felt a chill in the back of his head, otherwise it was the master's previous advice, and he almost screamed just now.

It turned out to be the little ghost from last night, with two pitch-black skull eyes, black liquid kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, probably burned by last night's flames, and it didn't look as ferocious as before.

Knowing that someone had entered, the imp bared his two fangs and kept crying.

His feet were already trembling and he couldn't support it, and Chigao, who was sitting on the ground slumped against the corner of the wall, opened the bottle cap with the shaking of his hands, and the liquid oozing from the ground could be seen to be shaking very badly.

When the master saw the little ghost, he was like seeing a long-lost brother, and he first unbuttoned the collar under his neck, and stood in the middle, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face was extremely calm.

The master is a very dedicated and professional ghost hunting folk Taoist, because from the moment he enters the house, he expects that there is something unclean in the house from the haze in the air.

The master knew in his heart that in addition to taking the little ghost's teeth and grinding them into powder to treat Jiaming, he actually had another intention, which was to help the little ghost reincarnate.

Perhaps it was the master's innate ghost-hunting temperament, the little ghost saw that he was not leaning against the wall, and his cry changed from sonorous and powerful just now, to now weak.

The panicked little ghost saw that the master was getting closer to him, so he bared his two fangs to scare the enemy away.

But to think that this trick is still useful for Chi Gao on the side, for the rich ghost hunter master, it can only cause a provocation against him.

Seeing the enemy getting closer to him, the imp straightened his hand and flew towards the master, and one turned around, and the imp slammed into the wall.

In order to hurry up as soon as possible and get the tooth earlier, the master quickly kicked the imp in the chest with a series of legs.

The little ghost suddenly howled, grabbed a coffin on the ground and smashed it at the master, only to see the master do a backflip and step on the coffin.

"Bang Bang ......"

With a loud bang, the coffin smashed to the ground and bounced into the air, at which point the master kicked the imp with a heavy kick.

The little imp who was leaning against the wall saw that the coffin that flew in from the foresight didn't have time to dodge, only to see his hands covering his eyes and roaring loudly.

Another bang

"Bang bang...... Bang.

The coffin did not touch the imp, it turned out that the master saw that the imp died of hunger before his death, and he did not exceed it after his death, so he sympathized with him. Only then did he instantly throw out the yellow rope and pull the coffin and throw it to the side.

But instead of being grateful, the imp flew at the master, pushing him to the ground, baring his fangs and trying to kiss his neck.

"Throw the peachwood sword over......"

Zhigao, who had been cowering in a pile since entering the door, reacted to the master's call.

"Oh...... Oh, oh......"

You can feel a dirty, disgusting black liquid on your neck, coming out of the imp's mouth.

The master clasped the imp's mouth with his hand, for fear of being bitten by her, and the black liquid flowed down his fingers to his wrist.

Seeing that the master was also pressed under the imp, perhaps because he was nervous and afraid, Zhigao threw the peachwood sword too far, and the master couldn't stretch out his hand.

Kicking on the ground with his feet, he wanted to use his strength to grab the sword, but after several attempts and four attempts, he couldn't reach the peachwood sword.

"Hurry up and splash the bottle on him with the bottle in your hand."

Beads of sweat on the master's forehead had already flowed into his eyes, and the corners of his eyes kept blinking back and forth, hoping that Zhigao would splash the boy urine in the bottle on the little ghost.

The master is the only one who can get out alive, and Chigo must separate the imp from the master.

Seeing that the urine in the bottle was not spilled much just now, Zhigao stood up with his knees on his hands, and rushed up with the mouth of the bottle to the little ghost.

The boy's urine was splashed on the back of the little ghost, and white smoke suddenly came out of his back, just like in the school chemistry class, the sulfuric acid used was dripped on the paper, first smoked and then ignited instantly.

The little ghost who was holding down the master suddenly stood on his waist, constantly shaking his head, twisting his body and rubbing his back with his clothes.

Taking this opportunity, the master twisted his body and finally grabbed the peachwood sword, and then stabbed the imp in the chin with his hard-won sword, and tilted it upwards with force.

The imp was stabbed with a sword and flicked into the air behind him, sticking heavily to the wall and sliding to the ground.

The master who stood up, desperately shook the black night body in his remaining hand.

Smelling the power of the peachwood sword, the little ghost cowered and strung to the distracted Shigao, grabbed it and threw it in the direction of the master.

The master, who didn't have time to dodge, was crushed under Zhigao fiercely, and the peachwood sword he had just obtained fell a few meters away.

"Ouch......" Chi Gao rolled on the ground a few times in pain.

The master, who wanted to catch the imp early, picked up the peachwood sword on the ground again, and did a few front flips, the master could have stabbed the imp directly in the chest with the sword, but he used the sword to gently slash his face.

The little ghost who was forced into the corner was afraid, and he hid and did not dare to look directly at the wooden sword in the master's hand.

"Quick...... Bring me the yellow rope from the ground."

Following the faint moonlight, I really need time to find the yellow rope on the ground.

"Found it"

Finding a rope suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment, and took the rope and bent over to hide behind the master.

When it was time, the master pulled out a talisman, another short spell, and pasted the talisman to the end of the peachwood sword.

The powerful mahogany sword and Fu joined each other, but it only lightly touched the little ghost's hand, but it emitted a radiant spark, making it obediently turn its face to the side against the wall, and its low cry seemed to want to say surrender.

Although the master handed over the yellow rope in the hand of Zhi, and simply wrapped it around the little ghost a few times, the yellow rope is specially tied to the ghost, as long as the naughty ghost is bound and quieted down, if the ghost moves more and more, then the yellow rope will be wound tighter.

The rope flashed a few times on the imp, and it was golden in the night, making it immobilized.

The master carefully held the imp in his arms, laid it down on a flat coffin, and took out the knife from his trouser pocket.

"I'll press his head, you quickly scrape your teeth with a knife," the master said, throwing the knife in front of Chidaka.

"Ah......h

Taking a step back, Shitaka looked timidly at the imp's two fangs.

"Hurry, hurry, why are you still stunned?"

Hearing that the master was constantly urging himself, Zhigao, who was sweating profusely, approached the little ghost with a sideways face.

"Wow...... Wow......"

The little ghost who kept struggling shouted at Zhigao. A lot of black liquid splashed on the two masters.

Tied by the yellow rope like a silkworm chrysalis, he couldn't move, and could only shake his head stiffly.

When I tried to use a knife to pick my teeth, I didn't succeed after several times, just because the little ghost closed his mouth and his teeth were not exposed, let alone removed.

Looking at the anxious master, he pressed the neck of the little ghost with one wrist, and reached into his pocket with the other hand and took out a talisman and stuck it on his forehead, and it was really not as active as just now.

"Still can't do it!"

Although the imp's head doesn't sway much, his mouth is still closed.

The master pinched his mouth with his index finger and thumb respectively, so that the imp opened his mouth wide and made it easier to remove the powder.

"Wow wow...... Wow wow"

The baby's cry was like begging, and although it was cruel, it was the only way to save Jiaming.

Zhigao took out the utensils that had already prepared tooth powder from his pocket, and kept grinding it up and down the little ghost's fangs with a knife, little by little white powder appeared in the vessel, and there was still tooth powder on the edge of his lips and on the coffin.

The whole process ended in a heart-rending scream, and only a little tooth powder was needed for treatment, and it had nothing to do with the amount or the amount, so it was a waste of time and effort to continue to pick up, after all, the two of them were exhausted and sweating profusely for a little tooth powder.

Zhigao carefully put away the tooth powder, worried about being spilled or discarded, put it back in his pocket and touched it back and forth with his hand to check it.

The powder collection has ended, but the little ghost is still there and keeps making sounds, wah-wow screaming, constantly trying to break free from the yellow rope.

"What now!"

Chigo just wanted to make sure he could go back, and didn't want to stay here any longer.

The master didn't seem to hear Zhigao speak, and took out a talisman and approached the imp, but the talisman was more different from the previous ones.

The master muttered a spell in his mouth, and the talisman between his index finger and thumb suddenly caught fire.

Do you want to burn the little ghost, although he bit Jiaming, but also in order to get tooth powder, he has been hit a few times on the wall by the master just now, and now he is entangled by the yellow rope and can't move at our mercy, looking at Zhigao, who is still very sorry in his heart, his eyes are motionless, and his expression is like a stunned stand.

The master really threw the burning talisman on the imp, and suddenly the ghost's miserable voice echoed throughout the room, and he lit a few sticks of incense and inserted them next to the flames, and the rest were inserted in the crack of the door.

Constantly sprinkling dark paper everywhere:

"I hope you will be a full ghost and reincarnate as soon as possible, these dark coins are enough for you to eat well, eat all the things you haven't eaten before," the master kept repeating in his mouth.

With moist eyes and trembling mouths, Zhigao's expression should have been fully understood.

The fire devoured the imp mercilessly, and after a while, the imp disappeared little by little in the silent flames.