The two of them were talking, but they only felt that the wick of the ever-bright lamp on the table suddenly exploded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Someone's coming!"

Ibu Azan instantly pulled out his bone staff from behind his chair, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, thanks to the habit he has developed over the years, he will carry this everlasting lamp with him wherever he is, otherwise he may really be caught off guard.

He pinched the mechanism in the middle of the staff, and a tear flowed from the eye socket of the human skull carved into it.

Dotting that tear into his eyes, in an instant, Ibu Azan gained the ability to understand yin and yang.

No matter how advanced the instrument is, it is impossible to see the traces of ghosts, and only by this method passed down from generation to generation can we see ghosts.

"Over there!" The cow's tears were in his eyes, and Ibu Azan immediately saw a burst of evil qi coming from the northeast corner, and hurriedly waved his hands to bring out his three flying heads.

Li Qingyuan was attached to the ghost, and Shi Shiran floated into Ji Liancheng's villa garden.

He came today mainly to investigate the situation of Xia Ji's family, and then find a way to kill her entire family.

How to destroy people in a reasonable situation is really a problem that needs to be considered.

Especially if she has to kill her whole family one by one in front of Ji Ruoxi's slut, it is even more necessary to test people's layout ability.

Because the ghost state has always been undetectable, so this time he didn't hide, and walked in directly from the main entrance with a swagger, and the security guards at the door ignored him at all.

The few wolf dogs in the yard looked at him vigilantly, but they were oppressed by the momentum of the ghost, and only dared to let out a few whimperes from their throats.

"Where should Old Thief Ji live?" Li Qingyuan went directly through the wall, and began to search one room after another.

But as soon as he passed through a wall, he felt a foul smell blowing over his face.

Hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

The three flying heads reached out and bit him, biting off a large piece of flesh from his abdomen and legs.

'Ahh ’

The ghost is a product of the soul, and the bite part automatically recovers, but the sharp pain that acts on the soul makes him jump up from the bed in pain all of a sudden.

Li Qingyuan touched the part that had been bitten just now, although he knew that it was only the ghost's body that was damaged, and there was no scar on his body, but the sharp pain still made him shudder.

It's also thanks to the fact that he possessed the ghost to investigate.,If he goes as recklessly as before.,I'm afraid this little life will have to be confessed.。

The moment he was attacked, he saw the true face of the other party, it was the kind of terrifying head he met in Siam last time, so the other party should be someone from the Imperial Gu Sect, could it be that he came to settle accounts with himself?

It's just that why did the people of the Imperial Gu Sect find themselves and live in Ji Liancheng's house? Could it be that Ji Ruoxi's bitch betrayed herself again?

But when he killed that person from the Imperial Gu Sect, that bitch had already left him, unless someone could predict the prophet, how could he wait where to ambush him?

Li Qingyuan, who couldn't think of a result even though his brain hurt, only felt a fainting in his head, although he was not injured just now, but he was attacked by a sneak attack in the case of possession, and his spirit was still damaged to a certain extent.

According to the "Imperial Gu Sutra", this kind of mental damage can be repaired by taking some special medicines.

It's a pity that Li Qingyuan couldn't find any of those medicinal materials, so he could only take the most stupid method to repair them.

While he fell asleep, Ibu Azan stared at the place where the ghost had disappeared just now.

"Master, what was that just now?" Ngawang looked at the disappeared ghost with some confusion.

He had studied with Ibu Azan for thirty years, and he thought he was well-informed, but he had never seen that thing just now.

"Could it be a Nakshatra? But it doesn't look like it! What the hell is it? Ibu Azan didn't hear the apprentice's question at all, but muttered to himself somewhere.

With his experience, he could naturally see that the ghost thing that sneaked in just now was very strong, and it was ready for a fierce battle, but who would have thought that the alertness of that thing was so low, it could almost be said that there was no vigilance, so it rushed in with such a swagger.

In the face of such arrogant idiots, Ibu Azan felt sorry for his conscience if he didn't sneak attack.

Under his control, the three flying heads directly bit the body of the ghost.

No matter how strong the ghost is, if it is bitten by the three flying heads, then it can almost be declared victory, because the flying head is a thing that has the ability to devour the opponent.

But before he could get happy, he saw that ghost thing, and it disappeared directly!

Yes!

It's all gone, without warning!

Maybe for people who don't understand it at all, it's not normal for ghosts and ghosts to disappear.

But for the spiritual world, this is simply impossible.

If the ghosts can completely disappear in the true sense, then it doesn't mean that the masters of playing ghosts are invincible in the world!

Whether it's stealth or stealth, it always takes action and time.

But the ghost thing just now didn't make any movement at all, but just disappeared out of thin air.

It felt like someone was dreaming, but suddenly woke up, so the dream shattered.

'Whew...... Whew......'

Ibu Azan was still wondering what it was all about, but he heard only a few screams.

I saw that the hair on my head was falling off in pieces, like snow irradiated by the sun, as if it was about to melt.

These flying heads had bitten off a large chunk of energy on the ghost just now, and then instinctively swallowed that energy.

But Li Qingyuan's ghost is the product of black technology, and the ghost who practiced it with the golden bowl of the Buddha's Treasure Wheel asks if you are afraid.

If these flying heads hadn't swallowed the energy that contained the breath of Buddhism, it would really be nothing, but now, as if they had poured half a catty of arsenic into people's stomachs, they began to roll in the sky and scream back and forth one by one.

Ibu Azan hurriedly recited the spell, biting the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out of his mouth, which stopped the dissolution of the ghosts under his hands.

"How so?"

The old man was a little confused, the situation just now was obviously a reaction that would only be produced by the suppression of the supernatural power of attribute restraint, but that thing was obviously a ghost!