Huang Xikong took the Zhang Juyin Talisman, quickly sucked in the surrounding Yin Qi, ate to his heart's content, and his face returned to the same as before.

He replied, "It's not me, that Taoist priest took the thunder talisman to split a few bloody corpses." ”

Wanwan let out a long sigh.

Huang Xikong always felt that her "oh" word was too subdued and frustrated, and she was full of ridicule.

But he has no evidence.

"The great monk and the Taoist priest entered the room at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor, and there was a woman's screaming in the room just now, but I always felt that the room was dangerous."

Huang Xikong was a little hesitant to go in.

Wanwan was a little surprised, Huang Xikong was a thousand-year-old ghost, and there were really not many things that could make him feel dangerous and fearful.

"If you think it's dangerous, come back if you don't want to go in."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan who was eager to try at his feet, and asked Huang Xikong: "Is there a lot of blood corpses in it?" Is it good to deal with? ”

Huang Xikong glanced back at the open door at the end of the corridor and left the 19th floor.

When he appeared in front of Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai, he let out a long breath.

"This building is very strange, I didn't go above the 20th floor, but below the 20th floor, only the door at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor was open, and the blood corpses were all directed to that household. As for the reason, I don't know, I don't know how the blood corpse was formed, I don't know either. ”

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but sigh, did he really want to go in?

Wanwan squatted down to tie her shoes: "Then I'll go in." ”

"I'm with you."

Xia Zhihuai's fingers hooked the hat behind her, and her eyes narrowed slightly on her handsome face.

"You can't go in alone."

Wanwan tugged at the hem of her hoodie, and said unconvinced: "You can't go in, brother, you will drag your feet." ”

Xia Zhihuai pinched her fleshy cheeks: "How old are you, when you encounter danger, you rush forward with your head down!" ”

Huang Xikong glanced at Xia Zhihuai from top to bottom: "You really can't go in, I'll take her in." ”

Xia Zhihuai: "I'm not at ease. ”

Huang Xikong: "The role of your visit is to drag us back." ”

One person and one ghost are on the tip of the needle against Maimang, and no one can get used to anyone.

Xia Zhihuai looked away first and asked worriedly, "Wanwan, do you have to go in?" ”

Wanwan twisted her waist and stretched her legs: "I'm going." ”

She can make the spirits cry.

As long as my brother doesn't follow and get in the way.

Xia Zhihuai gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I'll find a Taoist temple to get started when I go back." ”

Wanwan knew that this meant that she was allowed to enter.

Xia Zhihuai watched the dwarf dun and Huang Xikong, who had no human appearance, enter the building.

It was inevitable that someone would stop them in the middle, but with Huang Xikong sweeping the formation from the side, plus Xia Zhihuai helping to explain, they finally entered smoothly.

The elevator is not sitting.

Letting Wanwan climb up to the nineteenth floor with a small short leg is really a bit too torturous for the cub.

Huang Xikong just wanted to lift her upstairs, but she took out a small notebook from her pocket, took a pen and drew a ghost on it, tore it off, and directly pasted the talisman on herself.

Huang Xikong was puzzled: "What are you doing here?" Could it be that I can send you to the 19th floor in one fell swoop? ”

Is there really a teleportation rune paper in this world?

After Wanwan pasted the talisman, she said strangely: "No, but the Thousand Miles Fu can speed up." ”

How fast can it be?

Huang Xikong was only a little curious in his heart.

Before he could ask, the figure disappeared from his eyes.

Huang Xikong glanced at the stairwell, looked up at Wanwan who appeared at the staircase on the 5th floor, and slowly came out with an indecent word: Gan!

"You wait for me."

Huang Xikong was afraid of losing people, so he immediately chased after him.

Wanwan soon arrived at the nineteenth floor, looking at the bloody corpses on the ground, which were already incapacitated, her immature little face did not show half a look of horror, she only pursed her small mouth, and slowly pulled out her peachwood sword.

Huang Xikong followed, looked at the peachwood sword in her hand, and automatically retreated three points.

This peachwood sword made a very deep impression on him, and he still can't understand where the little guy came from with such a powerful magic weapon!

"Little one, can you?"

Wanwan nodded calmly, and said with a serious face: "Little pot friend, you can't say no!" ”

The corners of Huang Xikong's mouth twitched: "Where did you learn this kind of thing?" ”

A good child was taught like this, Xia Zhihuai really deserved to be beaten.

"Then let's go in, if you can't beat it, you must tell me, and I'll take you away."

Wanwan turned her head to look at him for two seconds.

Huang Xikong didn't know why: "What's wrong?" ”

Wanwan: "You can't outrun me." ”

She has a thousand miles of charms.

When she went up the stairs, Uncle Ghost didn't catch up with her.

Huang Xikong: ヽ(。 _°)ノ

This kid owes the same as Xia Zhihuai.

"When I didn't say it."

"Little radish essence, rush!"

Huang Xi tapped the back of her head with his empty hand, and a puff of white smoke came out of his fingertips.

Wanwan kicked him, but unfortunately it missed.

But she didn't care, carrying her big sword, and rushed forward majestically.

Huang Xikong followed her not far behind her expressionlessly, in case there was danger, he could pull her back as soon as possible.

……

In this viscous yin and ghost energy, it is like a torch that will never be extinguished.

The filth around her avoided itself as she went.

It was exactly the same as what she was in the ghost on that day.

Huang Xikong had to admit that this little guy was indeed loved by God, and maybe he was really the reincarnation of a little fairy.

Wanwan crossed the bloody corpse and stopped at the door of 1901.

It was quiet inside the house.

Huang Xikong crossed the threshold with her, and his eyes were only briefly darkened for a moment, and the faint light lit up.

They were standing in a three-bedroom, two-room house.

Huang Xikong remained silent, holding the peachwood sword in her hand, not looking around at all.

"This is a ghost of the Wraith, right?"

Wanwan shook her head: "Although the resentful spirit is powerful, it can't create ghosts. ”

"So what's going on?"

Wanwan pondered: "Maybe I used tools as an aid to create an illusion." ”

As the Master said, resentful spirits are different from evil ghosts.

Powerful ghosts have space and can create ghosts.

But the spirits cannot.

This is also one of their differences.

"What tools can help create illusions?"

Wanwan hesitated for a few seconds: "That's too much." ”

"Like phantom beasts, phantom beast demon pills, kraken demon pills, as well as fox demon demon pills, astrological mirrors and earth phase mirrors, Ximu Qingfang Ding...... Actually, these are all right, and there are quite a lot of things that can create illusions, so it's not easy to guess. ”

As a lonely and unheard of thousand-year-old ghost, Huang Xikong chose to shut up.

He had never heard of these things from life to death.

Wanwan didn't feel the danger in this phantom realm, she directly took out a pile of rune paper and threw it out.

The whole bright and quiet room was instantly shattered, and the cold wind around it blew on the face.

On the floor in front of Wanwan was a man who was wearing a white shirt, but now it was red with blood, and he had a hole in his chest.

Someone you don't know.

Wanwan looked away twice and turned her gaze away to the door panel bedroom that had been scratched by the bloody corpse, and the old lady who was kneeling on the ground and had her throat bitten.