After Bai Yan landed, he quickly thought of a solution.

"People who float on water don't actually die, but only when they are drowned."

"If you can cut off the water ghosts, then... There are fewer and fewer water ghosts, and the ghost lake has become only a lake. That's when it's easy to solve. ”

When the solution was proposed, it was quickly rejected.

"In a place like this flood, if you still want to stop the people who are floating, then... First, you may accidentally touch the rainwater, and second, you may be forcibly dragged into the water by the water spirits in the lake. ”

Bai Yan continued to think.

"Why don't I take the initiative to try to get the ghost blood out of control?"

"No... The harm is too great, and the consequences are completely uncontrollable, so it is better to use the ghost head.

And... I didn't know how to get out of control, and if I didn't get out of control when I fell asleep, wouldn't it be the end?

Let's figure it out from the ghost head. ”

"Ghost head, there is a limitation, and this limitation is the limitation of sight."

"The limitation of sight..."

Bai Yan's expression suddenly froze slightly, and he muttered and repeated these five words.

In the flash of light, a picture suddenly came to his mind.

When I woke up, I turned my head sideways, but I saw the little sparrow quietly thrushing, powdering, and greasing in front of the crystal mirror in front of the table.

Outside the window, the sun was melting, and through the oiled paper window, the long hair of his wife was dyed gold.

And in the mirror, her delicate and lovely appearance is clearly displayed.

At this time, the little sparrow obviously didn't look back, but saw him open his eyes through the mirror.

So, her red lips opened slightly, and she said with a smile: "The concubine will serve the princess immediately to dress and wash~~"

However, there are many self-names of the little sparrow, such as Lao Niang, this tigress and the like, and "concubine" is just one of the inconspicuous ones.

"Mirror!"

"And it's a bright and clear crystal mirror!"

Bai Yan instantly grasped the most critical core.

Through the mirror, let the ghost head's vision break through the limitations and achieve no dead ends.

Unexpectedly, a small mirror turned out to be an opportunity.

Whether it works or not, at least give it a try.

When Bai Yan thought of it, he wanted to turn around, but when he moved, he suddenly saw that the waves in the lake were like deep sea waves, and the waves were one after another miserable white and swollen water ghosts.

The ghost tide is coming.

If this ghost tide is left alone, the Tang family is afraid that it will not be destroyed in minutes.

Bai Yan immediately stopped, looked back, turned around, looked at the ghosts at the head of the waves, and raised his hand, his true qi surged.

Two fingers together, and into a knife.

Why does the sword light need that brilliant flash?

But raise your finger and drop your finger, and you have already flown out of the whale!

The four-five-foot giant whale suddenly appeared in the void, and a whale roar sounded clearly in the soaring waves, flying towards the ghost tide.

Rumble!

The ghost tide was hit like this, and it actually paused.

Bai Yan's expression remained unchanged, he raised his command knife, and at the same time let out a long roar: "Hide in the house, find a way to run!!

Run west!

Try not to touch this blue rain.

But don't panic if you do.

Only when the body gets wet to a certain extent will you fall into a nightmare! ”

This was his initial conclusion.

In fact, he felt that if the ghost lake stared at someone, then... Maybe with a blue light, the person will fall into a nightmare.

But if it's just rain, lake water, then... The supernatural powers are not that powerful, and it takes a certain amount of wetness to fall into a nightmare.

These are two different situations of "being directly targeted by ghosts" and "being covered by ghost domains".

The long roar was like the roar of a giant beast, covering the entire Tang family, and then spreading outward.

......

Zhu Bafan and Tang Huang, who were in the high pavilion, were stunned when they heard this familiar voice.

They followed the sound and saw the water ball of virtual blue light before the tide roared full of water ghosts.

The people in the water balloon were wielding a force they had never seen before, fighting the tide of ghosts.

Obviously, the person in this water polo is the eighth master.

But why is the eighth master's voice so familiar?

"It seems to be Bai Yan'........." Tang Huang directly heard this voice.

His mind was instantly confused.

Zhu Bafan solidified directly.

"Bai Yan?"

His thoughts raced, and his memories were mobilized.

This voice was indeed Bai Yan's voice.

But he couldn't believe it.

In particular, he vaguely remembered that not long ago, he had to instruct Bai Yan on the sword technique.

It's impossible...

Tang Huang took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts, shock, and excitement in his heart, and said, "Listen to the eighth master, withdraw first." ”

A man with a torch next to him said, "Master, the umbrella is not enough... And the umbrella is too small..."

On the other side, the maid who heard the order was even more trembling, not knowing what to do, she only felt that in this kind of weather, holding an umbrella into the rain, and after a while, the umbrella was blown over by the wind, or blown away, at that time... I guess I'm going to drift on the water.

Tang Huang smiled and looked at Zhu Bafan.

Zhu Bafan understood the eldest brother's thoughts, and said with a smile: "This kind of day, what kind of umbrella!?" ”

As he spoke, he flew to a wooden cabinet in the pavilion, snapped open the door of the wooden cabinet twice, and pulled out a scimitar from his fat waist like a trick, and "brushed" the ground knife in a flash, directly cutting the surface of the wooden cabinet neatly.

Zhu Bafan said: "This wooden cabinet can hide eight people....."

After that, he glanced at the maid's house, pointed out eight of them with his fingers, and said, "You guys come here, carry and run, four people carry the four corners, and four people grab torches!" ”

Among these eight people, there are two good people in the nursing home, obviously thinking about safety.

Immediately, Zhu Bafan quickly cut out a wooden cabinet again, and called the remaining two strong nursing homes to support one after the other, while he returned the knife into the waistband of his trousers, grabbed a torch with his right hand, and pushed the back of Tang Huang's wheelchair with his left hand.

The two looked at each other.

Tang Huang said lightly: "Let's go." ”

"Okay, big brother." Zhu Bafan answered, and then commanded and rushed out.

Their operation reminded many people who were trapped in the Tang Sect.

These people immediately assembled, some carrying torches, some carrying wooden cabinets, wooden boxes, and so on.

......

The wheelchair scratches the mark in a shallow part of the standing water.

The wooden cabinet was held up, and the firelight faltered in the wind.

When Tang Huang passed by the water balloon, he suddenly said: "Tang, thank you for the kindness of the eighth master!! ”

Bai Yan tilted his head and glanced at the head of the family.

At such a close distance, the two looked directly at each other.

Tang Huang: ...........

Zhu Bafan also looked over like a fascination, wanting to see what the eighth master looked like, in short... No matter what he looks like, it can't be a little guy in the Tang Mansion.

But at this glance, Zhu Bafan showed a confused and stiff expression.

Bai Yan waved his knife to block the ghost tide, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be stunned, go quickly!" ”

Only then did the two come to their senses, and Zhu Bafan pushed the wheelchair in a daze and ran westward.

And his face has been stiff, running for thousands of meters, and it has not changed.

Long...

Zhu Bafan's fat sausage-like mouth trembled, and asked, "Big brother, you said that the eighth master stayed in your house as a little servant, what did he want?" ”

The "pig monk" is well-informed, and he is also mixed in black and white in the local area, but this incident directly shocked him for a hundred years.

Two completely impossible images, two different identities of cloud and mud, suddenly overlapped.

This...

Who can believe this?