"But what's the matter with this white cloth?!"

Jiang Xiaobai pulled the white cloth on both ends of the white paper umbrella, he couldn't tear it off, took the umbrella, didn't close it, he reached out and pulled the five old newspapers on the umbrella.

The old newspaper was easily ripped off, and he quickly slipped it again.

This is the old newspaper in the hands of 'Yang Jian' and his father, and the effect is to suppress the revival of the ghost, but 'Yang Jian' and his father are a ghost, and his ability is also a little terrifying!

Jiang Xiaobai held the umbrella and stared at the white cloth heads on the front and back sides, he always felt that the white paper umbrella in his hand was like a ...... White Flower Umbrella:

"With only two heads, it probably shouldn't be considered a white umbrella,...... It's just that this white cloth is the second ghost I control? That's it? …… I don't know, if I can get out, I'll ask someone for a parchment. ”

The important thing at the moment is to find a way out of here, to do your own research, speculation, conjecture, and go on behind closed doors, which makes little sense

Close the umbrella, the surrounding white fog disappears, and the ghost baby's ghost domain opens.

Jiang Xiaobai shook his leg and motioned for the ghost baby to let go, don't hold it.

The ghost baby let go of his claws, looked at Jiang Xiaobai with swarthy eyes, let out a low roar, walked a few steps forward, turned his head to look, and let out another low roar.

It seemed to be wary of something, and it seemed to be aware of something, but it was not sure, it just seemed to see 'Chen Yuan' into its master's body, but it seemed to be an illusion.

The ghost baby turned around three times in one step, and the low roar in his mouth did not stop.

Jiang Xiaobai followed behind, frowned slightly, looked around, and the ladder behind him, and also began to be vigilant, and said, "There are ghosts around?!" ”

The ghost baby shook his head, nodded again, and raised his hand to point at Jiang Xiaobai.

"Me?" Jiang Xiaobai was slightly surprised, and then pondered, the white mist in his hand gathered, and the white paper ghost appeared, and said, "What you want to say, it should be this white cloth?" Or the black incense in my suitcase, the incense burner, the wood carving? ”

The ghost baby stared behind Jiang Xiaobai, or above his head, and just wanted to roar and warn, when suddenly, in the dark pupils, a figure holding a white paper umbrella flashed by, 'it' nodded, withdrew its hand, stopped roaring, and ran towards it.

After walking a few steps, the ghost baby suddenly ran down, hid behind Jiang Xiaobai, hugged his legs, and didn't let go.

The ghost baby seemed to be afraid of something up there, or maybe its memory had gone back a few minutes.

The surrounding white fog disappeared quickly, and in an instant, the yellow sand of this road was full of sky, Jiang Xiaobai shook his legs again, he couldn't shake it off, he opened the white paper umbrella, opened his ghost domain, and with a thought, he disappeared in place with the ghost baby and appeared at the end of the cloud ladder.

The ghost baby seemed to be back to its previous appearance, let go of its claws, let out a low roar, and motioned to close the ghost domain and let me come.

Jiang Xiaobai slowly closed the white paper umbrella and looked at the city wall in front of him, his face was a little solemn, even ugly.

About 100 meters ahead, gray stone bricks are piled up to build a city wall nearly 100 meters high, wide and unbounded, as if there is no end, on the city wall, a flagpole towers, and on the flagpole, a black cloth cannot be moved.

The rusty bronze gate under the city is about twenty-four meters high, nearly fifteen meters wide, and on the bronze gate, there are bloody handprints and many human faces.

About seven meters in front of the bronze gate, there is a stone stele, the stele is gray-white, 7 meters high, about 3 meters wide, and there are three crooked characters engraved on it.

Death!

In front of the stele, about 61 meters away from Jiang Xiaobai, there is a wooden bridge close to 20 meters or so, the wooden bridge is about four meters wide, the wooden planks are dilapidated, and some even fall down.

Under the wooden bridge, there is a river, the river is as black as ink, and it is impossible to see what is inside!

On the riverside, unnamed flowers withered, withered, rotted, and lifeless.

In front of Jiang Xiaobai, about 40 meters, there was a stove, and there was a gray-white pot on the stove, and a few explosions came from the pot from time to time, and a terrible scream spread.

The ghost baby looked around as if nothing happened.

Jiang Xiaobai squinted slightly, looking at the bottom of the city wall, above the city gate, where is there a plaque, and the plaque is not written 'Xudu', but Lingshan!

In the customs he understands, there is no way to verify whether Lingshan is true or false, but the holy land of Buddhism will definitely not √ with the weirdness and gloom here, so this is definitely not the underworld he thinks, a ghost city in the capital of Xudu!

"The 40-meter stove in front should correspond to 'Meng Po soup'. The withered flower 60 meters in front of it can't be named, and it should correspond to the 'other side flower'. The bridge in front of 60 should correspond to the 'Nai Ho Bridge'. Or the 'Bridge of No Return'. The Black River under the bridge should correspond to the 'Lechuan River'. It can barely match the folk customs, but it can't match! Jiang Xiaobai frowned and was silent.

There is a road ahead, but the road is very weird, very weird, Jiang Xiaobai can't say what is weird, just feeling, or intuition.

There is a road on both sides, and I don't know where it leads.

The ghost baby roared, and ran forward on his short legs, the stove.

"Come back!"

Jiang Xiaobai stood in place, frowning together.

As if he hadn't heard, the ghost baby ran to the stove, its 80cm height was shorter than the stove, and it raised its hands to the stove.

Behind the stove, a man with a face indistinctly and wearing a black rag suddenly appeared, only to see that 'it' was holding a black porcelain bowl in his hand, scooping a spoonful of black lacquer into the black pot, bubbling, screaming, wailing the liquid, and handing it to the ghost baby.

The ghost baby took it with both hands and poured it directly into his mouth.

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai slapped the ghost baby, snatched the black porcelain bowl, and looked at the second black porcelain bowl handed to him with a gloomy face!

Jiang Xiaobai didn't answer, the ghost baby seemed to have lost his soul, standing in place, motionless, he raised his hand and slapped the ghost baby again.

Behind the stove, the person who couldn't see his face clearly, or the ghost, raised a spoonful in his hand and let out a scream, wailing liquid, shook the bowl up and down at Jiang Xiaobai, and signaled to catch it quickly.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't say a word, opened the black suitcase, took out the gold body bag, clenched the white paper umbrella in his hand, and was ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

The ghost baby stiffened and took two steps to the side, exactly one meter away.

People who can't see their faces clearly, or ghosts, are still shaking the black porcelain bowl up and down, Jiang Xiaobai has a black face, pinching the opening of the gold body bag, and goes directly through the other party's gloves.

The gold body bag wrapped the other party's wrist, and he pulled it out, and the person who couldn't see his face clearly, or the ghost, was directly pulled out by him!

The gold body bag went up the trend, put it over the other person's neck, chest, thighs, and feet, and zipped it up.

Jiang Xiaobai was about to give the ghost baby a few more slaps and wake it up, but behind the stove, a person, or the ghost who was imprisoned in the golden body bag by him, appeared behind the stove again!

Only this time, the black porcelain bowl in the other party's hand did not scoop a spoonful of the unknown liquid in the black pot.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes moved down slightly, looking at his feet, the golden body bag bulged, it was obvious that there was a ghost imprisoned inside!

And the ghost standing behind the stove, holding a black porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful of the unknown liquid in the black pot that screamed and wailed, and handed it over again!

"This is the power of this ghost!?"