"I will be a journalist for the rest of my life. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The ancients loved the moon, long and quiet.

Someone once imagined that the moon was the sea, and what flowed in it were the tears of lonely people.

The lantern boat travels in the direction of the land, the sea of the moon, a place with a story.

His heart was rippling, and suddenly, Yang Busi's body shook suddenly.

No, Lao Wang said that the photo of the female reporter's death was taken by him.

In this case, when he first stayed at the Mountain Inn, Lao Wang would not have reacted at all.

Lao Wang can't lie, and there is no reason to be wrong. If Shanye Inn 227 was the place where Lao Wang filmed at that time, Lao Wang should have known that this was the place where the female reporter died as soon as he entered the Shanye Inn.

According to Lao Wang's performance at the time, it is obviously not here.

Mountain Inn 227 is not the scene of the first death of a female reporter.

Why is she here? She shouldn't be here!

"Soul Locking Bureau!"

Thinking of this, Yang Busi turned around sharply in fright.

Sure enough, under the chandelier, there was another woman.

The white shirt was stained with blood, eyes, lips, and tongue sticking out, and a heavy purple that trembled people's hearts.

Yang Busi turned around, and the woman happened to look at him, unlike the previous reporter, she was a "living".

"Purple (sai) ghost."

didn't hesitate for half a minute, and the moment he saw the other party clearly, the three-fingered mudra became in one go, "The breeze and the moon, the ten thousand laws return to the sect, break and break, go your uncle!" ”

Running away is the wisest choice at the moment.

With a flash of white light, Yang Busi disappeared into room 227 in the virtual space.

The white light receded, and when he saw the things in front of him, Yang Busi was stunned on the spot.

227, it's still 227.

The room was empty, and there was no figure of a hanged female ghost.

Yang Busi knew that what should come would always come, and he had to escape before the other party appeared.

Otherwise, death is adherent.

The Soul Locking Bureau, also known as the Trapped Yin Array, the Life and Death Bureau.

The resentment is endless, and the resentful ghost never dies.

The purple (sai) resentful ghost Yang Busi can't beat it, not to mention that in this soul locking bureau, the other party is a reciprocating immortal body, and if he dies, he will really hang up.

"Life and death go back and forth, and the living die for the life of the dead."

Yang Busi thought that he had guessed the truth about Heigouzi's murder, but at the moment, it was the wisest choice to leave quickly.

The space shuddered, and the hanged ghost appeared.

The long black dress wrapped around the whole body, and the black smoke coming out was like helium in hell, eerie and biting.

Yang Busi clearly saw that the bed surface where the other party's toes were pointing to the ground was covered with a layer of frost.

A piece of white flowers, small and sharp edges and corners, at a glance is terrifying.

Black (sai) resentful ghost, Yang Busi swore to the sky that if he gave the other party a chance to make a move, he would be killed in seconds.

I can't break the spell I played, and I can't get out of the illusory space.

At the moment, the only way to save your life is to escape in this illusory space and fight with the other party for speed.

The mind is in a hurry, and he dies horizontally, go to his uncle!

The hanging black (sai) ghost woke up faster than the purple (sai) ghost, and the moment Yang Busi saw her, he was staring.

The whole body is as black as charcoal, the skin and flesh are turned out, and he looks like the third uncle on the 375 car, and he can't distinguish his facial features at all under the black (sai).

In the process of retreating, Yang Busi quickly took out the talisman paper and held it in his hand a few times to form a boat.

Biting the middle finger, the red lantern sparkles.

The wind suddenly rose, and the paper boat rose bigger and bigger in the roar, flying and circling in mid-air.

Sending the yin boat, Yang Busi often uses it to resent ghosts and lonely souls, where the yin boat will go, Yang Busi is not sure in his heart.

However, Yang Busi knew that under the influence of the Soul Locking Bureau, the spells of the otherworldly space could not be broken, and it would be in vain to use them again, maybe when he came out of the white light, the black (sai) ghost on the opposite side had already gnawed himself into scum.

In today's plan, the best and the most uncertain are the best and most life-threatening plans.

"Boil~~"

Sensing Yang Busi's escape, the black (sai) four claws, the ghost roared and pounced, the chandelier with broken bulbs and light wires, rubbing against the surrounding walls rattling.

Yang Busi breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough, because of the proximity to the Yin Sending Boat, the first target of the black (sai) resentful ghost was really not himself.

The black mist collided with the white light, and the collision between the demon and the hell made it immediately clear who was strong and who was weak.

The Yin Sending Boat can't do damage to the black (sai) ghost, but it bears the fierce blow of the black (sai) ghost, and it doesn't move at all, and it doesn't shake for a moment.

Finding the right time, Yang Busi drove the Yin boat out of the window, and at the same time, two bouncers stepped on the window frame and flew onto the boat.

"Nama Amitaba night. Dotaga Dorta Night. Dodi night him. Amili Tu Bhavi. Amididox. Sidhamvavi. Ami sighed. Vigalandhi. Ami sighed. Vigalando. Gamigrù. Ghagana. Citrus Takali. Sha Po Ha. ”

In the white light, Yang Busi vaguely saw the red paper light on the sail.

The reciprocating Netherworld Dharma, Hell can actually make people's hearts pure.

Whether the black (sai) ghost caught up or not, Yang Busi didn't care.

In the sound of the crossing horn, the dead are overtaken by the souls of the dead, the living, such as Yang Busi himself, and the crossing is the heart.

Yang Bu learned the Tao at the age of four or three, entered the Tao at the age of seven, worshiped the head of the Tao, and cultivated the way of the clear wind and bright moon.

Grandma said: "No, the four blessings are not shallow, and heaven and earth are merciful." After entering the Taoist logistics and cultivating hard, he will definitely be able to sow seeds and sow fate one day and benefit the nine heavens. ”

The sound and smile, unconsciously, the white mist was in a trance, and two lines of tears loomed.

Yang Busi was sighing, suddenly, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

The angry reprimand smashed head-on, and Yang Busi was caught off guard, and he fell on the board of the boat with a thud.

With a sweet throat, Yang Busi knew that he had vomited blood.

"Ignorant juniors, yin and yang have different paths, wind, rain, thunder and lightning~~ boom!"

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the bowl mouth was coarse and thunderous slashed.

In the severe pain, Yang Busi had the last thought in his heart, "Lao Tzu died like this?" ”。

......

Awake in the dark, Yang Busi found himself lying on the hospital bed in the county people's hospital.

"You're awake, how are you, does it still hurt!"

Yang Busan's face was concerned.

"No ......"

Without waiting for Yang Busi to finish speaking, Yang Busan's face changed.

"Tell you what, you must tell me when you go out, why are you so disobedient, I promised grandma to take good care of you. You're scared the hell out of me. I didn't choose a better place when I was hit by a car, and I didn't even have a passerby, if I hadn't been looking for Brother Wang all night, your kid would have died long ago. ”

Yang Busan's eyes were red, and Yang Busi was distressed.

Turning his head to glance at Lao Wang, his painful expression was tacit. (In order to save you, Xiao Ming, the Taoist of this way, almost lost it.) ）

In an instant, Lao Wang was moved, wow, and cried.