After dark, everyone laid an ambush in advance, and Fang Ping put the wooden cage containing the ghost-faced fire monkey in the courtyard, and waited until the hour before there was any movement.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and everyone clenched their sticks and steel forks. As soon as Fang Ping gave an order, he was going to rush out to beat the monster.

Could it be a repetition of the old trick?

The one who came out of the grass was a pitch-black wild cat.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a brute.

The black cat looked around smartly, cautiously walked to the cage and sniffed it, then circled around it.

The ghost-faced fire monkey in the wooden cage let out a strange "yaa" scream, as if warning and fearful.

Fang Ping was about to throw a stone to drive the black cat away, but saw it raise its paws to scratch the wooden cage.

Everyone laughed in their hearts that it was incompetent, but the next scene stunned everyone.

The black cat's claws tore through the wooden cage directly and grabbed the fire monkey inside, the fire monkey scurried around trying to dodge, but was held down by the other party's paw and held it in his mouth.

The black cat bites the fire monkey, which is several times its size, but it looks like it is lightweight, and gently jumps on the wall, and the next moment it is about to jump off and leave.

"This is a monster too!"

Fang Ping reacted at this time, and the already family couldn't hold it back, so he threw out a steel fork and nailed it to the wall with a "bang".

The black cat was frightened, biting the fire monkey and running away.

"Chase!"

Without waiting for Fang Ping's orders, the family members were already hugging up.

Fang Ping also wanted to follow, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, could it be a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain? Immediately steadied his footing, hid in the shadows and continued to observe.

After a while, a dark shadow walked in through the back door with a wide opening.

Fang Ping Dingqing saw that he was really a one-eyed monk, and his face was full of malice.

The one-eyed monk walked straight to Miss Du's boudoir, but Fang Ping did not move, only waiting for him to reach out and push the door, drenching him with black dog blood, breaking his demon law, and cleaning him up.

Seeing that the one-eyed monk's hand was already on the door, he stopped again and sneered.

"Don't hide, come out and see you. I want to see who spoiled my good deeds. ”

Fang Ping swallowed his saliva, not knowing if the other party had really discovered him, or if he was suspicious.

The one-eyed monk pointed upwards and said proudly: "The black dog's blood is useful against ordinary evils, how can it be used against such high skills as mine!" ”

"The high skill of bullshit, you are also worthy of it!"

Fang Ping jumped out excitedly and scolded.

The one-eyed monk glanced at the white-clothed scholar in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "I said who is the master, it turns out that he is just a stinky old nine." ”

Fang Ping secretly said that he was still not calm enough, but if he thought about it carefully, the secret calculation was always a small path, and he still had to touch it head-on to know the details of the other party.

Everyone has two eyes and one mouth, no, he only has one eye, and he still has Qiu Rong in charge, I'm afraid of what he will do!

Fang Ping was more confident for a while, and when his heart was about to break his demon method, he beat him up with a fat body, looking at his age, he must be afraid that he is too strong.

The one-eyed monk stared at Fang Ping gloomily, took out a piece of green cloth from his sleeve, and threw it into the air, and the green cloth turned into a smear of green gray smoke, and quickly attacked Fang Ping.

Fang Ping knew that this was a ghost technique, but with Qiu Rong behind him and Yin Yang Pei's body, he was not afraid.

When the gray smoke surrounded him, a skeletal ghost with a blue face and fangs stretched out his claws to pinch him.

"Ghost control?"

Qiu Rong's voice sounded in his ears, and white smoke came out of Fang Ping's shirt, entangled with the blue and gray smoke.

The plain-clothed Qiu Rong scattered the skeleton ghost with an umbrella, and the blue-gray smoke also dissipated into the air.

Fang Ping untied the green cloth around his neck, if this evil method was used on ordinary people, I am afraid that he would have strangled him to death at this time.

"Sure enough, there's a ghost behind it."

The one-eyed monk was not surprised, and looked at the plain-clothed autumn face, and said with a sad smile:

"This ghost cultivator is a fellow cultivator, and our well water does not interfere with river water. Here I am the first to go, and I also ask the Taoist friends not to be too troublesome. ”

It turned out that he regarded Qiu Rong as an evil cultivator who practiced like him.

Although one is a human and the other is a ghost, they all cultivate ghost paths. The ghost path is not easy, and there is no need to kill each other at all. And according to the rules of the road, it is a first-come, first-served.

"Who's with you." Qiu Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "You evil monk is full of sins, evil spirits, and you know that you have harmed countless people at a glance. Aren't you afraid of God's wrath? ”

The one-eyed monk is really thick-skinned, and he is not ashamed, but sighs: "Cultivation is not easy, throughout the ages, how many enlightened people have not been full of white bones under their feet, and they have achieved ten thousand bones in one piece...... The ghost world is ferocious, as the best of the ghosts, you can get to this point, I don't know how many people's souls have been eaten, why bother here? ”

Qiu Rong didn't continue to communicate with him, picked up the paper umbrella and hit him.

The One-Eyed Monk smiled smugly, and raised his hand to conjure a large jar from his sleeve.

This jar seems to be a hidden weapon, and it flies straight towards Qiurong.

Qiu Rong's paper umbrella was imbued with her mana, more indestructible than ordinary swords and clubs, and it shattered the jar in one fell swoop.

Unbeknownst to him, a burst of red smoke rose from the altar, and a cry of "wow" was heard.

Fang Ping's hairs stood on end, and the sound of his nails scraping the glass echoed in his head, and his soul trembled a little, until Yin Yang Pei let out a burst of warmth, which freed him from this state of demonic shock.

The red smoke cleared, and a harmless girl in a red shirt was staring at Qiu Rong with wide eyes.

Qiu Rong frowned and said, "What a heavy grievance! ”

The one-eyed monk said gloomily: "There is a debtor who is wronged. Doll, whoever breaks your jar, go to whomever you want. ”

The red-shirted girl let out a strange laugh in response, laughed and laughed, and the head fell, and then flew straight towards Qiu Rong.

Qiu Rong raised the umbrella and hit it, but the girl's head was very flexible, and she turned the direction to bite her neck.

Qiu Rong didn't dare to be careless, this was clearly a powerful ghost refined by a one-eyed monk. It is also a ghost, and it can also suck its own yin qi.

Moreover, ghosts also die......

Seeing Qiu Rong fighting endlessly with the girl ghost released by the one-eyed monk, Fang Ping had already quietly touched the one-eyed monk and punched him violently, wanting to add color to the other party.

However, when the fist hit him, the one-eyed monk turned into a phantom, and his body had moved several steps.

The one-eyed monk looked back and smiled treacherously, and Fang Ping chased after him to fight.

The monk moved again, and Fang Ping continued to chase after him. Before they knew it, the two of them had left Du Mansion and went outside into the woods.

The one-eyed monk had disappeared, Fang Ping secretly said that something was wrong, and he turned around to leave, but found that the smoke and white mist were billowing around in an instant, blocking the way!

When he was frightened, there was a strange suona sound in his ears, sometimes festive, sometimes sad, as if someone was married, and as if someone was mourning.

Fang Ping's scalp was numb, and he turned his head to look.

In the dense fog behind him, two rows of greeting relatives in big red robes slowly appeared, holding high red paper flags, each wearing a blood-red tall hat, and a shawl covering their faces, so that they couldn't see whether they were people or ghosts. At the end of the procession there was a big wedding with shiny lipstick, and the top of the sedan chair was like a grave.

What a familiar picture!

The memories of his previous life flashed in Fang Ping's mind, as if he had seen it in a certain movie.

Turning back to look at it, there was no accident in front of him, it was a mourning team.

All the same color of filial piety clothes, draped in linen and wearing lily, holding high the mourning stick, and carrying the big black coffin. The most excessive thing is that the first few pale imps are still walking and jumping while scattering paper......

Greeting relatives and mourners are beating gongs and drumming suona, white paper flowers in front of them, red hydrangeas behind them, white paper in front of them, and red money behind them......

Like this thing is called "Red and White Crash"?

Fang Ping couldn't move as if he had been immobilized, and Yin Yang Pei was as unresponsive as if it had failed.

It turns out that it is true in the movie, and there is such a terrible evil art in the world......

The next moment, the red and white teams had blended together, and the big black coffin knocked down Fang Ping, just loading him in, the coffin lid was immediately closed, and the black coffin was sent into the big red sedan chair.

The music stopped, and the red and white teams went still.

Suddenly, this group of red-clothed and white-clothed imps danced in circles around the coffin sedan chair in the middle, scattering red and white paper money, as if performing some kind of special ritual.

Then, as if the ceremony was completed, the eight little ghosts carrying the coffin and the sedan chair rushed forward together. And Fang Ping was trapped in a narrow and airtight coffin, surrounded by pitch black, no matter how he beat it, he didn't have the slightest reaction.

Recalling the plot in the movie, Fang Ping realized that this group of imps was going to carry themselves to the water burial???