When the two faced each other, I was very surprised:

"Fish senior!Why are you?"

A second ago, I thought that I would see my great-grandfather Jiang Hate soon, and I was excited for a long time!

I have a stomach problem. Before the evil ghost could answer www.biquge.info I asked him again, "Is it because Yin Long is impatient to wait, so you are urged to urge me?"

The evil ghost only had time to speak at this time, and he said, "No, it was Lord Jiang Hate who asked me to come to you." ”

So, my great-grandfather knew I was here, so where is he now, has he already fought against the Yin Dragon?

The demon told me that he had entered the passage before me.

How is this possible!When I left, the demon slept beside me, and I didn't expect to meet him here again.

But I suddenly remembered that when I woke up from a nap, I noticed something unusual, someone approached me and then quickly disappeared, and then I noticed a strange aura.

It turned out that it was at that time that the great-grandfather and the evil ghost exchanged a tanuki for the prince under the noses of the ghosts.

But why did the great-grandfather do this?

Could it be that he is not the opponent of Yin Long, or is it inconvenient to face the "lost owner" with his true face because he stole the ground bowl?

As a result, the evil ghost shook his head and said, "No, it was actually Lord Jiang Hate who suddenly had a whim, he took away your Thousand Illusion Mask and wanted to hide from the Yin Dragon." ”

Khan! When is it, how old are you, and you are still so willful, you can't even care about me, a dear descendant, for the sake of playing.

The demon saw the look, and he knew why I was putting on a ridiculous face.

He hurriedly explained: Lord Jiang Hate arranged for him to wait for me in the passage in order to explain some things to me, and he also said that after the business is done, there will be time to communicate, don't mind.

All right...... It makes me feel like an outsider.

But what does my great-grandfather want me to do? Isn't it up to him to fight with Yin Long, and then I'll transfer the stolen goods?

However, the evil ghost said to me dissatisfiedly, "Master Jiang Hates is not as unbearable as you think!" On the contrary, he is tired of playing with this bowl, so let people give it back to him if they come to him; he also said that since you are here, let the young and strong offspring do the hard work; he can't wait to talk to his old friends." ”

Alas, how come my elders are all the same virtue!

Then, the demon patiently explained to me that don't worry, in fact, the black valley we saw along the way was just a mirror image of the earth bowl, and the real body was a bowl protected by the circle, as long as you found it, you will understand.

Anyway, I happen to have bone claws in my hand as tools, so what's the point of doing some work? Who made him my elder?

But what I can't understand is why I suddenly decided to return things to their original owners? I thought that my great-grandfather had called us in to make a big fuss in front of the witnesses! He couldn't have been afraid of the Yin Dragon, right?

The evil ghost glared at him again: "It's all said, how can Lord Jiang Hate be as unbearable as you think! Why are you so unconfident in your elders!"

Even if I have a dark mind and am always accustomed to thinking badly of my great-grandfather's character, it is because of Song Lao and Yin Long, who have repeatedly brainwashed me in unison.

However, I don't understand: it seems that the demons are more enthusiastic about preserving my great-grandfather's face and dignity than I am, which shows that their relationship is not trivial.

So what is the relationship between them, master and servant?

The demon replied, "Actually, I was an enemy of Lord Jiang Hate earlier, because my name was Yin Yu, and I used to be the senior brother of Yin Dragon, but later Yin Dragon became my enemy, and Lord Jiang Hate became my savior. ”

After saying this, he was unwilling to talk about it further, so he ended with "It's hard to say a word".

Anyway, I've never liked to make things difficult for others, or to inquire about other people's private interests as gossip and talk about it.

So he pointed to the blood-red hatred word in front of him, and the black ice trapped below and asked the evil ghost:

Didn't you say that you had to dig out the bowl?

It looks like the amount of water in this yellow spring is really not small, how can I deal with it?

But the demon smiled mysteriously, and asked me to be calm, and as soon as the bell stopped, I followed the movement of his fingers, and only needed to write a constant word on the hate word with my bone claw, so that the first step was completed, and I listened to him later.

I nodded in agreement.

I saw him fumbling around his body for a while, and took out an ordinary-looking bell.

As soon as he raised his hand, I heard a tinkling sound.

During the ringing, the demon began to make gestures, and the words were still in his mouth, so that the sound would match the ringtone.

The yellow spring, which was still tumbling and undulating just now, suddenly quieted down and was as smooth as a mirror.

But the demon and I were standing at the water's edge, but we could not see our reflection at all, as if we were no longer in front of us, but a dark, devouring mouth.

It's as if a monster is watching and listening vigilantly, to see what the demon wants to do.

I couldn't help but shudder!

Under the shaking of the evil spirit, the soul bell sounded crisp, extraordinarily loud, and a little frightening and harsh.

I don't know why, but the sound of the soul bell makes me feel very uncomfortable, and I feel like my heart is pounding.

But I endured.

The soul bell continued, and I had the feeling of being in a trance and wanting to sleep in front of the red rock, and in order not to miss the evil ghost's command, I deliberately bit the tip of my tongue, and after the pain and stimulation, I finally woke up a lot.

The soul bell rang again, and the demon's spell continued, but it shook its hand, and the soul bell stopped shaking, but the aftermath did not fade.

The demon didn't look at me, but his fingers moved, and he crossed them in the direction of the spring.

I had already held the bone claw in the back of the middle, followed his movements and began to write: "Heng", Jiang Heng's Heng.

The last stroke is a horizontal.

When I finished writing it, I watched as the blood-red word of hatred from before it fell apart.

The demon suddenly roared:

"Retreat!"

I swooped and retreated all the way to the entrance of the passage where I had come.

At this time, the Heng character I had just written suddenly changed into a golden shape, and as I retreated, it changed from flat to vertical like a suspension bridge, like a glass door blocking my face.

A black vortex grew from the spot I had just scratched with my bone claw.

I could see it clearly, it was a vortex in the center, but it was like a black monster with its mouth wide open and a snake sticking out!

Unexpectedly, the moment I stepped back and the protection was formed, the demon jumped into the vortex with a whizz.

Before I could be surprised, I saw the "Shekou" close, and then a bulge appeared under the snake's neck, and it kept sliding downward.

Only then did I react, and I couldn't help but shout: "Senior fish!"

Even if I let the head swallow me, it's normal, anyway, I've been calculated by others more than once or twice, and this time I'm actually mentally prepared.

But once again, the scene before him was unexpected: how could the demon be so brave as to sacrifice himself to the serpent for food?

How cruel! Could this be my great-grandfather's arrangement?

However, after Huang Quan's conjured up the head of the snake and swallowed the evil ghost, it seemed to have eaten enough, so it dissipated its fierce aura and shrank below the ground.

Then, the protective door with my name on it suddenly came towards me, and then I had an extra layer of golden protective film on my body.

I seemed to faintly hear the voice of the evil ghost coming from the black vortex: "Jiang Heng, come in!" (To be continued.) )