The two entered the Strange Tales Association with their hearts in mind.

There was blood everywhere, and the traces of the smashing were very obvious, as if there was an old boy who had just made a big move here.

Two more people collapsed on the ground, oops,

"This is the Strange Tales Society?"

The white-bearded old man walked over and asked.

"It's not! Don't fight! The person who screamed in pain opened his eyes and found that two strange people were squatting in front of him, and he screamed loudly in fright: "We are just a group of ghost storytellers, everyone has a little hobby, and there are really no ghosts!" ”

"What's going on?" The man on crutches asked.

"I don't know, but it looks like someone came one step ahead of us and cleaned up the group."

The two were a little embarrassed, they came to the ghost thing, but they didn't expect the ghost to see it, but they saw a group of beaten and wailing social animals, which was completely different from the imaginary scene.

"Go back then?"

"Are you willing?"

"Unwilling!"

The two of you said a word, I said a word, and finally sighed at the same time.

"Maybe that Dr. Lin can teach us some spells, or at least we can buy some talismans and sell them back, which is better than coming empty-handed."

In an instant, the two had an idea again.

"Do you sell talismans? That's all there is to it. ”

They got up to leave, but suddenly they heard a voice in their ears.

"You want to learn spells?"

"Who!"

"I'm here, if you want to learn spells, come to me."

The voice was ethereal, sometimes far and sometimes near, and it seemed that he was a person with real ability.

Entering the back kitchen of the Strange Tales Association, the chef had vomited blood and fainted on the ground, and dozens of sheep's eyes were piled up in a pyramid shape on the cutting board, and they were also drizzled with ketchup, looking seeping.

The two of them walked around the kitchen, following the sound of the voice, until they finally stopped in a utility room with many strange things on the shelves.

For example, there are black, withered fingers, the fangs of some unknown animal, the eyes of more than one creature in a glass bottle, and the porcelain altar sealed with a ghostly yellow rune paper.

The corners of the shelves are covered in cobwebs, and it's been a long time since anyone has come in to clean the place.

"Where are you?"

The voice replied, "Right in front of you, in that urinal." ”

"Urinal?"

The two glanced at each other, and took down the urinal on the shelf in front of him suspiciously: "Immortals? ”

"It's a ghost!" The voice replied.

"Ghost!"

They subconsciously threw away the urinal, turned around and wanted to run, but the urinal was suspended in the air, and an invisible force held the urinal and flew back into its hands.

"Don't worry, although it is a ghost, it is a good ghost." The voice said: "I was a great good person in my life, benefiting one party, and when there was a flood in that era, I alone opened a warehouse for disaster relief and saved tens of thousands of people, so you two rest assured, I will not harm you." ”

"You're really not going to hurt us?" The white-haired old man asked.

The ghost said helplessly: "Of course not, I can't get out of the urinal, how can I hurt you?" ”

"That's right!"

The man on crutches said, "Since you are a ghost, you must know some magic, and if you can teach us, we will believe you." ”

"What's so hard about it, but I know a lot of spells, which one do you want to learn?"

"All of them, of course!" The two of them are almost in unison, and the more spells, the better!

The right hand that had been white suddenly stretched out from the mouth of the urinal, and the nails of the five fingers were blood-red, and the neck of the white-bearded old man was twisted off with a sharp grab, and the man on crutches noticed that something was wrong, and turned around and wanted to run, but the urinal seemed to have spirituality, and it followed the man closely.

The hand outstretched from the mouth of the urinal easily caught up with the man, and with a single claw, he cut open his heart and dug it out.

Black smoke flew out of the urinal and fell to the ground, turning into an ugly ghost with a huge head and four thin bones.

He stretched out his dark tongue and swept his lips.

"Eight, one left."

Raise your hand and take off the hat on your head, under the hat there is a face the size of a slap finger, and the facial features are clear, two of which look exactly like the old man with the white beard and the man with a cane!

Eight faces, with hideous expressions, seem to have endured great pain.

Put on his hat again, and the ugly ghost turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared: "There are still three people, but those three have spiritual runes on their bodies, and I'm afraid there are still high-ranking people guarding them, I'll send this last person, don't mess with them, the gains outweigh the losses." ”

When Zhang Wen and the others drove to the Strange Talk Association, they saw the members of the Strange Talk Association on the ground struggling to get up.

Ma Shangfeng is a first-class military general in the demon troubled world, hand-to-hand combat can be called unsolvable, no mana, only with his own skills and physical strength can suppress and beat the only disciple of the Caolu monk, Xiao Gui.

The grass house monk grabbed a spirit talisman, and the rune paper burned into paper ashes, and the paper ashes were supported by an invisible air current, and floated forward.

At the door of the utility room, two corpses in a tragic state appeared in front of me.

"It's too late, someone is already dead!"

The grass monk squatted down to inspect and said, "One has had his throat pinched, the other has his heart taken out, his soul is gone, and the ghost who did it is gone." ”

The blood on the corpse had not yet dried up, but it was still warm, indicating that the two of them had just died.

"It's the two of them!"

Zhang Wen recognized these two people, and it can be said that they are the most unlucky traversers.

Although he didn't know why the two of them were here, the corpses were already cold and couldn't be faked.

The only thing that Zhang Wen didn't understand was why the bodies of the two of them hadn't disappeared.

"You know?" The grass monk asked.

Zhang Wen nodded and said, "I know, I'm not familiar." ”

"Can you track down where you're going?" He asked.

"The range is too big, it's hard to find!" The grass house monk shook his head, indicating that he could not do anything.

With the ability of the grass house layman, it is not difficult to locate a ghost, but the difficulty is that he has never seen the ghost that harms people, and looking for it with only a weak breath is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Xia Youren, Xiao Gui and Ma Shangfeng on the side changed their faces in unison, and the ghost who was looking for a stand-in disappeared, didn't it mean that the three of them were in danger at all times?

The two corpses in front of them may be the future death of the three of them!

"Don't think nonsense" The grass house monk looked at his apprentice Xiao Gu and sighed: "Let you usually practice hard, you are disobedient, and you don't even know that you have been tricked." ”

He raised this apprentice as his own son, and of course he couldn't bear to see the little turtle die.

"Yes, Master." The little turtle lowered his head and replied, not daring to speak.

Before leaving, Zhang Wen glanced at the two corpses on the ground, and he used identification techniques to look around and found nothing strange.

"I always feel that something is wrong, these three people from other worlds die too easily...... It's so easy. ”