took the universal room card in his hand and shook it on the induction facility on the door, only to hear a clicking sound from the door, which was opened by Li Hongji with a kick.

"Who?" As soon as the three of them walked into the room, they saw more than a dozen ghosts floating there at the door, and they heard the voice and looked here, shouting at Wang Shuo and the three of them.

"Don't bother with them, don't give the witch king time to deal with it," reminded him, the old monk held a bowl in one hand, and strode inside, seeing this, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji behind had to follow him quickly.

Realizing that they were being ignored, the ghosts couldn't help but shout and rush forward, stretching out their black transparent hands to deal with them.

"Hmph," snorted softly, the old monk didn't stop, drank a mantra in his mouth, and then raised his hands holding the bowl and waved it upward, and even collected all the ghosts that had already pounced in front of him into the two bowls.

Seeing this, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji couldn't help but glance at each other, and finally had a sense of trust in the Haikou that the old monk had boasted about before.

Dealing with more than a dozen ghosts, the three of them kept under their feet, and under the leadership of the old monk, they quickly rushed from the living room to the bedroom.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the bedroom, Li Hongji quickened his pace to overtake the old monk, and when he came to the door of the bedroom, his left foot was violently supported on the ground, and he raised his right foot and kicked forward, kicking the bedroom door directly open, and rushed in first, and then, he stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the scene in the room with dull eyes, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Wang Shuo in the back glanced inside through the open bedroom door, and couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing that there were more than a hundred petite ghost babies and more than 300 ghosts flying in the bedroom that was not too big at this time, looking at that scene, if someone told him now that the bedroom was an enchantment connected to the underworld, he would immediately believe it.

Although the old monk had already told them about this situation before, it was just that although they literally felt a lot when they listened to it, they were still a little stunned when they really saw that scene.

"Who are you?" At this moment, an old man who was so thin that he was only skinny and bones stood up on the innermost bed in the bedroom, he glared at the three people who broke in with a pair of small eyes that looked like two small holes, raised his hand and pointed at the three of them respectively: "Kill me." ”

Although I didn't know what the old man meant by Thai Chinese, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji were still woken up by him, looked up at the top that seemed to be a group of demons dancing, and the two moved at the same time, and took out their props one after another.

At this time, hearing the old man's command, the ghosts howled one after another, and the three of them pounced on Wang Shuo together.

"Hmph," the old monk who had never walked past God shouted violently, sat cross-legged at the door of the bedroom, put the two bowls in his hands in front of him, reached into his arms, but took out a wooden fish and a small wooden mallet, held the wooden fish in his left hand between his legs, closed his eyes tightly, and read the scriptures loudly in his mouth, and gently tapped the wooden fish in his hand with his right hand, and there were bursts of golden sound waves that wrapped all the ghosts in the bedroom.

"Ah," as soon as they came into contact with the golden sound wave emitted by the old monk, the ghosts let out a piercing scream, and floated there one by one with their heads in their hands, wanting to escape but not daring, after all, the Witch King had already issued an order just now, but if they were allowed to attack them again, one by one they could not take a step forward, so they could only stop there and bear the attack of the old monk.

Leng Buding was startled by the piercing scream, Wang Shuo and Li Hongji couldn't help but tremble together, so that the props they had just taken out finally fell directly to the ground.

"Hmph," snorted angrily, as if the old witch king, who had lost so much weight that there was no trace of flesh, showed his anger, he didn't expect that these ghosts of his would not destroy Wang Shuo and the three of them, just an old monk who was about to die could make them have no construction, so what if the three of them did it together? Can you still collect all the ghosts that you have been lucky enough to get?

Thinking of this, the old witch king raised his hands above his head, opened his mouth and shouted out some Thai Chinese, so that the ghosts who were enduring pain gradually calmed down and showed a fierce expression again.

I didn't understand what the old witch king was shouting, Wang Shuo didn't care about those ghosts, pinched and chanted the spell to make the three-legged small tripod and the small bronze bell bigger, and then picked up the hard brush and cinnabar inkstone that had just fallen to the ground because of hand trembling, and quickly wrote a series of killing spells in the air, ignoring the ghost above who suddenly showed a fierce expression, and raised his hand to hit the old witch king.

Although he didn't know what the flying spell meant or what it did, the old witch king still dodged out according to a premonition in his heart, away from the spell's attack range.

Frowning slightly, Wang Shuo secretly thought in his heart that his attack methods were still too few, if it was okay to deal with ghosts or monsters, it would be enough to turn over and over a few moves, but it was really not good and the pure yang blood in his body could be used to write spells, but now when he fought with others, it reflected the disadvantage of having too few means.

Without thinking about it further, Wang Shuo saw that the spell with slow attack speed could not have an effective effect on the old witch king, and that the charm had been maintained but consumed too much essence, so he simply waved his hand and dispersed the charm, reached into his arms and took out the other two brushes together, put the three brushes together and hung them on his waist, and reached into his arms and took out two small swords, which were the money sword and the peachwood sword that he had never used since he started.

"The money sword slashes the ghost peach wood sword and slashes the demon, but unfortunately there are no other three swords, otherwise you can try to set up a five-element sword formation," secretly regretted in his heart, Wang Shuo put the money sword beside him, raised his hand and threw it forward, and threw the peach wood sword out according to the old witch king, and at the same time, he recited a spell in his mouth and took out the sword trick in his hand, and commanded the peach wood sword to attack the old witch king.

"Hmph, you guys, I'm going to kill you," the old witch king scolded angrily in Thai, and when he saw the attacking peachwood sword, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart, and he didn't dare to risk his life, so he took two quick steps forward and hid in the bathroom, and with a strong pull of his right hand, he slammed the bathroom door shut, just blocking the fast-flying peachwood sword.

Unexpectedly, the old witch king didn't reply with one hand, and directly became a turtle with a shrunken head, Wang Shuo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, took back the peachwood sword and stood there not knowing what to do, chasing in? I'm afraid that the old witch king will set up an ambush inside and wait for him to come out here? What if he was preparing something inside? Or what if he just ran away through the window?

Li Hongji and the old monk didn't have time to think so much, one was sitting cross-legged on the ground and fighting with all his might, while the other took advantage of the fact that no one cared about him, so he boldly and carefully passed directly under the ghost group, touched Ma Shuo's and Fang Yuan's side, and pulled the thighs of the two and dragged them back directly.

(PS: The collection has dropped to two hundred and four, crying to death...... I'm still coding words in the Internet café, and I'm about to lose the heart to struggle...... Don't make trouble, maybe it's because I'm always PS making trouble, or maybe it's just that the novel is written too much, alas...... Try not to PS in the future...... ）