"Plague ghosts?"

After listening to Nie Xiaoqian's explanation, Chen Yuci looked at the plague ghost with interest.

After the battle with the mountain ghosts, she no longer had any fear of these little ghosts, but the ugliness and evil of the plague ghosts made her frown.

Probably smelling the smell of the blood of Chen Yuci, a big living person, the plague ghost suddenly struggled again.

The struggle was so violent that the thorn vines that bound the ankles and claws snapped one by one.

However, Nie Xiaoqian immediately replenished the wood qi, and the broken thorn vines grew back in a blink of an eye, stumbling layer by layer.

Therefore, although the plague ghost pounced very fiercely, and even the thorn cage was knocked out of shape, it was only a deformation, and it was impossible to escape.

Chen Yuci observed the plague ghost for a while, thought of something, suddenly walked in front of Nie Xiaoqian, and said with a smile: "Sister, it turns out that you are still a mage who can catch ghosts." ”

Then she didn't wait for Nie Xiaoqian to answer, she said to herself: "You don't admit that you are immortals, mages are always real, you see, the ghosts have been caught by you?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian coughed and said, "I know a little spell, and I happened to catch a ghost, is it a mage?" ”

Chen Yuci nodded and replied: "When I was a child, I also thought about seeking immortals and asking questions, but I never knew in which direction the gate of the immortals was opened, and I couldn't find it, so in the end I could only change to practicing martial arts, and as a result, I became the current martial artist." Female martial artist, at first glance, thought she was a female man with developed limbs and a simple mind, but she was really not as good as a female mage. ”

Nie Xiaoqian smiled: "Miss Martial Master, you are thinking too much. ”

The two discussed some similarities and differences between the female martial artist and the female mage, and Chen Yuci gave up and asked, "By the way, sister." What about this ghost? ”

Nie Xiaoqian groaned for a moment and said, "That's it, when the sun comes out, it will be purified." ”

The plague ghosts are filthy and filthy, treacherous and vicious.

If it weren't for the fact that she stumbled upon it, she stopped the plague ghost's evil deeds. Hundreds of homeless people living in Gu Niang Temple are afraid that within a few days, they will be infected with the plague and die of unfortunate death because they drank the filthy well water. And in the end, it was definitely far more than these hundreds of displaced people who died.

Because it's a plague, it's contagious.

Displaced people have no fixed place to live, and they are extremely mobile, and it is easy to spread the plague.

At that time, one will spread ten, ten will spread hundreds, and no one knows how many people will die in the end.

Even his companions can be killed casually, and the plague ghost will be avenged. Nie Xiaoqian couldn't think of any reason to spare it from dying.

The plague ghost seemed to know that he was innocent of death, and after a long struggle, he resigned himself to his fate, staring at Nie Xiaoqian, panting.

The moon sets and the stars sink, and the golden crow rises in the east.

The golden light swept the earth and shone into the side courtyard. The plague ghost melted like a wax figure in a fierce fire. In just a few breaths, it turned into a puddle of fishy pus.

Nie Xiaoqian came up from the well to flush the pus out of the hospital, and before noon, it was evaporated by the fierce sunlight.

After eliminating the plague ghosts, Nie Xiaoqian did not relax. Didn't even leave the side yard half a step.

She couldn't believe what the plague ghost said, but the words of people who are dying are good, and the songs of birds are also mourning, maybe what the plague ghost said is not entirely false.

Those two plague ghosts came to the temple to poison, if it was really instructed by the county god of this county. Will there be consequences?

Under the throne of the city god, there are civil and military judges on the left and right, the four yin divisions, the eight great yakshas, and countless ghosts.

There are countless little ghosts, and Nie Xiaoqian knows that countless are exaggerated techniques like fierce generals and strategists like rain, but even if they are exaggerated, they cannot be a few, at least more than dozens.

And what she eliminated was only two of the countless imps, and if she couldn't vote, even if the city god didn't send the judges Yin Si and Yasha, it was just a little ghost, and it didn't work to send two, the four, eight, sixteen......

She Nie Xiaoqian knows a few small spells, and wood qi is the source of spells.

Without wood qi, she is a female martial artist like Chen Yuci, a female martial artist who can fly, can pass through walls, and is difficult to kill.

In Nie Xiaoqian's thoughts, the sun set and the moon rose, and the moon climbed the treetops.

She was worried that there would be another little ghost coming to the door, so she used a small method, and in one breath, she blew Chen Yuci, who was going to keep vigil with her, to sleep.

Although Chen Yuci has strong martial arts and first-class swordsmanship, he doesn't know spells, and he is no different from ordinary people in front of ghosts, that is, he is a little more vigorous, which is not enough to deal with ghosts, and hiding aside is the best way.

The moonlight at night was excellent, as bright as a light veil, and it seemed to be touchable by reaching out.

Nie Xiaoqian did not practice the "Taiyin Refining Method", but moved a short table over and splashed ink by the well.

After "The Legend of the White Lady" came to an end, half a year has passed. But with the drought and starvation, this is not the time to write a novel.

Although most of the people who would have bought her novels to read were not affected much by the drought.

As described in that poem: the red sun is like a fire, and the fields and rice are half scorched. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and grandson shake the fan.

Those who can afford to buy and have time to read her novels are generally Miss Childe who "shakes the fan", and it will not be the poor people who have suffered from drought and have no food to eat.

But Nie Xiaoqian's mind at this time did not put on the words in the pen, but through writing essays, she completely calmed down her floating state of mind, so that she could watch and listen to all directions, waiting for the threat that might come.

The silver moon is pouring, like practice like water.

In the quiet and lonely side courtyard, a few days ago, Nie Xiaoqian sat like a mountain, with a sword beside her.

She turned her wrist and walked the pen away, and from time to time she could hear the rustle of the white paper.

One more people, two more gongs, three more ghosts, four more thieves.

Unconsciously, there are three watches on the moon.

Suddenly, there was a wind in the yard.

The autumn wind with a fishy wind swept by, blowing a puff of dust and charming eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian stopped her wrist and put her pen down, listening attentively.

The next moment, in the melancholy autumn wind, she felt a strange strong wind coming from behind.

The situation was so sudden and dangerous that she didn't even have time to look back before she had to move, flashing into the air at the last moment.

Click!

With a crisp sound, a black sharp steel fork pierced the dwarf table in pieces, and the castration continued, piercing the hard and thick bluestone slab.

The pen and ink inkstone on the low table rolled down to the ground, and the black and white paper was like a yellow butterfly, walking with the wind.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was floating in the air, had just stabilized her figure, a black shadow flashed in front of her, a blue-faced fang, covered in scales, ribbed wings, and a two-foot high yaksha appeared in the air, smiling and raising a fork to pounce.

"It's too fast!"

The thought flashed in Nie Xiaoqian's mind, the steel fork had already pierced the air, made a screaming sound, and pierced in front of her, so fierce that she didn't even have time to pinch the magic trick and recite the spell. (To be continued.) )