Wang Simiao, who was sitting on the side, closed her eyes tightly, twisted the corners of her clothes with both hands, listened to the intermittent sound of talking in her ears, frowned secretly, and a bad premonition surged in her heart, but because she was a little afraid of Lu Shiba, she didn't dare to ask. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I only heard Baku say next to him, "Why did you pour blood on the fake chicken?!" ”

Wang Simiao probably understood in his heart that Lu Shibai had poured the blood obtained from killing the chicken just now on the paper tie, and it was not surprising that Lu Shibai wanted to use chicken blood to cover up the smell of the paper tie chicken, so that it would be mixed with other roosters without being discovered.

But Wang Simiao didn't know that Lu Eighteen was drenched in general chicken blood, and the rest was quietly put in the box, ignoring everyone's suspicious eyes, picking up the radio next to him, putting it behind the white cloth, and simply pressing the play button, a strange tune came out of it.

Lu Shibai asked the two of them for a piece of hair, clamped it on the chest of the paper piercing man, and finally took out a lighter to set the paper man and the six clothes on fire, turned his head to Wei Kun and Fang Cun and said, "Burn the paper money, and then carry the sedan chair behind the gods." ”

The two of them understood, and hurriedly raised their hands to act, Wang Simiao only felt that there was a sudden heat around him, and it seemed that there was a fire roasting him.

Wang Simiao couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, half-squinted, and saw through the gap that red candles were lit around the charms under her, and before she could take it back, she felt that the candles were burning faster and faster, and the flames were getting bigger and bigger, and finally they rushed towards him one after another.

Wang Simiao wailed, and subconsciously dodged back, but when he was sitting on the flames, he was dragged by Wei Kun's waist with both hands, and caught it steadily, and before the cold sweat that had just come out had time to subside, he turned his head and saw Wei Kun looking at him with a gloomy face.

Before he could speak, he saw Wei Kun gently tell him two words with his mouth: "Close your eyes." ”

Wang Simiao nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly sat back in place, except for the traces of burning clothes on his body, there was no flaw.

"Wei Kun, what are you doing again?! I can't find you every time I work! Lu 18 shouted

"Here ......

Wei Kun responded, and finally glanced at Wang Simiao again, a little uneasy to walk like Lu Shiba.

Before he walked to Lu Eighteen's side, he was thrown a mask in front of him, and looked at Lu Eighteen pointing at Eight Sufferings, as if he was enslaving.

"Eight bitters, go play the flute!"

As he was talking, all the paper people under Lu Shiba's feet were burned, and three souls who were almost the same as them appeared in the middle of the white cloth, and the clothes they were wearing were exactly the same as the ones they had before. Lu Shibai turned his head and clapped his hands with satisfaction, as if they had heard some command, those souls followed the strange opera next to them, slowly flicked their sleeves and bent their waists, and began to sing.

Holding the white bone flute, Baku sat five steps away from the stage, and slowly blew out a sharp and terrifying sound.

Maybe it's because of the sound of the Eight Bitter Flutes, or maybe it's because the opera in the middle of the white cloth is too good, and the ghosts who were originally at a loss actually walked to the side of the Eight Bitters one after another, stopped and stopped, their hands hanging down at their sides, and swaying their stiff bodies from side to side with the song.

Through the strange mask, Lu Shibai and Fang Cun Wei Kun exchanged glances, stepped on the white cloth, followed behind the paper man, bent his waist and shook his sleeves, and hummed strange words and songs in his mouth.

"The sky is a greedy wolf, a yang star monarch, a giant gate in the sky, a star monarch in the earth, and a heavenly chong lucun."

"......" Fang Cun raised his sleeves to cover half of his expression, and approached Lu Shibai in a few steps, his eyes lit up, and asked, "Where do you know these words?" ”

I didn't want Lu Shibai to look back at him, so he threw out his sleeves and replied casually:

"I found it on the Internet......" paused, looked down and thought for two seconds, then raised his eyebrows at Fang Cun, and added with a wicked smile: "If it doesn't work, look at the curative effect!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the rooster behind him let out a scream, and the flames around Wang Simiao burned more than one person at once, but it returned to normal in the blink of an eye, Wang Simiao was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes anymore because of the previous incident that caused him to burn himself.

Fang Cun was full of joy, but he didn't want Lu Shibai to smile confidently, raised his chin at him, and said a little provocatively:

"Look, the cure!"

I saw that the ghosts who were originally watching the play walked to both sides in unison, making way for an extremely spacious road in the middle, a gust of wind blew, and the flames on Wang Simiao's side were all extinguished, and before that, all the flames were half-suspended in the air, turning into a fireball, rushing to the two paper sedan chairs not far away, 'boom', the sedan chair was on fire.

The flute in Baku's hand suddenly paused, the sound stopped abruptly, and several people saw that the ghosts on both sides were kneeling on the ground unconsciously, their heads lowered, and they were stiff and motionless.

Suddenly, in the gray mist, there was a sound of laughter, the three of them exchanged a glance with each other, some drums in their hearts, but they still stepped on their steps, humming a tune in their mouths, Ba Ku saw this and carefully moved to the side of the stage, the yin wind around him made him feel trembling, so he had to hug the cage under his feet, and finally Lu 18 glanced at Baku, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Keep blowing, it's going to be a great power......"

Eight bitter then raised the flute and put it to his mouth, the sharp flute continued to echo in the empty cemetery, the crisp sound of the bell suddenly sounded in the thick fog, the three of them looked, and found that two lines of people and horses appeared in the fog, and they were walking slowly towards them, looking closely, the left side was wearing black, the right side was wearing white, Lu Eighteen was throwing his sleeves out, suddenly screamed, and ran to Fang Cun's side.

With a trilling voice, he said, "He...... They...... Those people don't have a face! ”

Looking at the square inch, sure enough, everyone's face was just a complete lump of flesh, and there was no trace of facial features, each of them had a white filial piety belt tied around their waists, and they were all wearing a pair of heavy leg cuffs under their feet, and the length of the chain was only one step wide, and they slowly walked to the front of the stage and stopped.

And a gust of wind blew, the curtain outside the sedan chair suddenly rolled up, and the three of them found that there was not even a figure in the sedan chair, but the laughter really came into their ears and lingered around.

Several people exchanged glances, and continued to hum a strange tune, after the end of the song, the three of them retreated, but the paper man behind him still continued, Wei Kun was in front, Lu Shibai and Fang Cun followed side by side, walked to the sedan chair in a few steps, knelt down, and knocked his head on the ground with his sleeves.

Wei Kun glanced at the sedan chair and said slowly: "Respectfully invite the god of Mount Tai, we really have no intention of offending, stop you halfway these devils and ghosts, in fact, in order to congratulate you on your 28th birthday in advance, as a congratulatory gift to the god of Mount Tai, this is the stage built here, and the holy driver is respectfully invited." ”

The three exchanged glances, Wei Kun lowered his head and bowed again, and continued: "The soul of the Hades King is here, please sacrifice to the god of Mount Tai." ”

Saying that, he only thought about the golden gourd placed on the stele behind him, and sure enough, a burst of yellow sand rolled up, and the gourd swayed and hung in the air with the wind, and jumped into the sedan chair in the blink of an eye.

Wang Simiao suddenly found a tingling pain in his heart, his body became lighter, and he actually rose into the air with the strong wind, and a burning sensation came from his ten fingers, which spread all over his body little by little, making him can't help but struggle crookedly, as if he felt that his scalp was falling off, cracking a hideous bloody wound.

In the end, when he was in a trance, Wang Simiao still closed his eyes tightly, only to feel that he had fallen heavily, as if it had smashed into the body of the god next to him, and just as he was about to exclaim, he fell into darkness.

The three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Wang Simiao suddenly spontaneously combust in the air, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and burrowed into the body of the god next to him.

Wei Kun tilted his head and quietly glanced at Lu Shiba, Lu Shibai understood, and hurriedly lowered his head and got up and took two steps back, then turned his head and ran to Wang Simiao, stretched out his hand and shook the god twice, and called Wang Simiao's name in the ear of the god.

Wang Simiao only felt that he was in a pitch-black chaos, unable to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, without a trace of light, dizzy, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the underworld, but it was completely different from before he came out.

The ghosts roamed wantonly, and there were many evil ghosts around them who came out to gnaw at the ghosts that struggled to die, but there was never a ghost or Hades out to control, Wang Simiao ran a few steps quickly, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa...... Grandpa......"

Pushing aside the demons, he stood in place and surrounded him, and he could still hear the sound of the demons gnawing on the ghosts.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Wang Tiansheng was surrounded by evil ghosts, his body was scarred, he smiled and waved his hand at him, and seemed to say something in his mouth, but Wang Simiao was separated by a glass for a while, and he could only see Wang Tiansheng smiling at him for the last time, and took out a thing in a brocade bag from his cuffs, which seemed to be very heavy in his hand, and the evil ghost next to him had bright eyes, competing to grab such a treasure, Wang Tiansheng seemed to use all his strength to throw the brocade bag, and saw it smashed heavily in front of Wang Simiao, before he closed his eyes safely, Devoured by a hundred ghosts

Wang Simiao cried, but the glass in front of him suddenly burst into broken lines, as if he heard someone calling his name in his ear, and after struggling a few times, he was pulled out of the underworld by a force.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Lu Shiba's anxious face, Wang Simiao only felt a burning sensation in his eyes, reached out and rubbed his red eyes, suddenly stunned, and instantly raised his head and grabbed Lu Shiba, looking at his hand, his face was happy.

"I ...... I'm going to hurt! I can touch you! ”

Lu Shibai grabbed his hand and couldn't help laughing, "It's really done!" You're in luck! ”

When Wang Simiao heard this, the smile on her face suddenly stiffened, and she watched Lu Shibai push her aggressively, and silently withdrew her hand and pouted.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in front of the stage, and the curtains around the sedan chair were blown up.

There was a low roar from the sedan chair, and the ghosts next to him suddenly had scarlet eyes:

"How dare you lie to me!"