No, it's too weird here.

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth, jumped on the statue without saying a word, tore off the noodles, turned his head and ran.

As the noodles were taken away, the entire temple suddenly rumbled, and masonry dust continued to fall.

Li Chenshan also raised his head suddenly, and a strange smile appeared on his pale face, and black dirty blood flowed out of his facial features......

"Get out!"

Zhang Biao shouted angrily, raised his foot and kicked it.

Call~

The yin wind howled, and the other party dissipated instantly.

This time, Zhang Biao saw it clearly.

The ghost thing that Li Chenshan turned into was dispersed like a white mist by his blow, but a resentful and evil thought lingered, always hovering behind him.

Behind the fossa, it was instantly cold and biting.

Zhang Biao has understood the attack methods of these things, the first thing is to extinguish the three yang fires.

But he didn't bother at all, because as the temple collapsed, a creepy feeling arose.

The child Ah Guang, who was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, seemed to become extremely excited, and his little black face showed a strange smile, jumping up and down in the temple, and his mouth kept singing:

"It's dark, the night is vast, my aunt sews clothes for me, the stars are gone, I mourn, who gave birth to a night crying man......"

The vision in front of him was strange, and Zhang Biao's mind was already in the air, and there was only one thought in his heart:

You must escape!

Thundered...

At the moment when a stone beam collapsed, Zhang Biao ran out of the temple gate without looking back, rushing into the darkness.

Li Chenshan's ghost recondensed, his face was pale and distorted, staring at the direction of Zhang Biao's escape, and there was only pure resentment in his dark eyes.

However, before he could pursue, he was suddenly dragged into the darkness by a force...

In the ruined temple, the gravel dust and ash fell down, and the little ghost Ah Guang flickered, still singing in a giggling voice: "It's dark, the night is vast, Ah Niang sews clothes for me..."

……………

It's dim and dark, and it's hard to tell from all directions.

Zhang Biao ran quickly, his eyes full of anxiety.

After leaving the temple, he lost his way.

Maybe it was because he had been away from the body for too long, and he could feel that his spirit was constantly flowing, and the surrounding area was getting colder and colder, and even his head was a little numb.

All this is more than an illusion.

Before, it was possible to see within five steps, but now, three steps away, it was dark and dead.

It's like a fire in the soul, fading.

Zhang Biao had a hunch that when the range of sight completely disappeared, he would be trapped in the spiritual world forever.

Maybe then, I'll turn into a ghost...

No wonder the Spiritual Eye reminds us not to step into the spirit world easily.

It's not at all an area he can touch at the moment!

As he ran, the black mist cleared, and a stone wall appeared in front of him.

And so it is again!

Zhang Biao's eyes were cloudy.

He followed the direction of his physical body in his memory, but for some reason, he was always spinning around, and every time he hit the stone wall.

That's not the case.

Something's at work!

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

Everything here is beyond his knowledge, and the only thing he can do is to stay awake and move on.

But after walking a few steps, his face changed, and he stopped, his eyes full of astonishment.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Coarse rags, short body, full of white hair, wrinkled face, as if painted with white paint, dark eyes, without a trace of emotion.

"Grandma Wu?"

Zhang Biao was dumbfounded, and many things became clear in an instant.

No wonder he left Tuwan Village, and there were many strange things, and now he is still deep in the spiritual world, and he has already been followed.

Thinking of this, a wave of anger surged into his heart, and Zhang Biao scolded: "I know that you are unwilling in your heart, but what is pestering me is that you think that good people are easy to deceive!" ”

However, Grandma Wu still looks like that.

His face was like white paint, and his black eyes were cold.

Just when Zhang Biao was furious and ready to fight to the death, Grandma Wu's ghost suddenly moved.

The head clicked and twisted in an abnormal way, the left arm slowly rose, and the withered pale hand pointed in one direction.

In the black eyes, blood and tears were shed again.

Zhang Biao stopped, his eyes were cloudy, then he gritted his teeth and ran in the direction pointed by Grandma Wu.

The other party suddenly showed the way.

Whether it's good or bad, Zhang Biao doesn't know, but now, he can only gamble.

After running for more than a dozen steps, the ghost of Grandma Wu appeared in front of him again, still raising his hand, but pointing in other directions.

Zhang Biao didn't say a word and continued to rush into the darkness.

He could feel that this spiritual space was changing, and the darkness was becoming more and more gloomy, as if it had come to life, with vicious resentment.

It's something from the Witch Temple!

Could it be that when you took off your noodles, you inadvertently released something?

Zhang Biao couldn't think about it at this time, so he could only follow the ghosts of Grandma Wu that kept appearing, and ran wildly.

Finally, he saw his own flesh.

Still in the same position as before, lying on the ground, breathing and losing sight.

However, the little ghost named Ah Guang didn't know when he was lying behind his body.

There was a strange smile on his dark blue and purple face.

This guy wants to get on his own!

"Get out!"

Zhang Biao was furious, and with this heart, he ran the Three Yang Sutra.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Above his head and on his shoulders, three flames suddenly rose, just like last time, erratic, rootless.

The yang fire was faint, but it instantly dispelled the surrounding cold.

Zhang Biao saw it clearly, not only his soul, but also the shoulders and the top of his head.

"Ah——!h

The face of the little ghost named Ah Guang instantly distorted, and he let out a terrible scream, as if he had been burned by the flames, and his hands were suddenly raised, and he was bounced into the darkness again.

Zhang Biao, on the other hand, felt a strong suction force coming from his body, and before he could react, his eyes went dark.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and got up.

Inside the cave, there is silence.

The brazier was still burning, and the light was uncertain.

Behind him, there is still a ruin.

Wu Temple, Little Ghost Ah Guang, Wu Grandma...

The strange experience is like a nightmare.

However, Zhang Biao knows that this is not a dream.

He raised his left hand, and the hideous and terrifying bronze face was brought out!

He didn't feel anything before, but now it was like holding a piece of ice, not only was it far colder than the Ecstasy Mirror, but it was like a pinprick in his palm.

Zhang Biao already had experience, and he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he pulled out a piece of cloth and wrapped it, tied it in a knot and carried it in his hand.

The chill remains, but it no longer affects the action.

He looked around.

Li Chenshan had fallen to the ground and was out of breath, and Qu Heng and several of his subordinates were breathing weakly, and it seemed that they were still trapped in the spirit world.

Zhang Biao's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he picked up Qu Heng's halberd, and wiped everyone's necks without mercy.

The stakes are very high, and the Yichong Society has a lot of influence in the capital, and if the news is leaked, it will be a big trouble.

After checking it again and clearing the traces, he picked up the package and quickly disappeared into the hole.

A few hours later, a carrier pigeon fell from the sky, combed its feathers on the branches outside the cave, and saw that there was no one to feed or replace the letterhead, so it took off again and headed towards the capital...

……………

The morning light was dim and overcast.

It has been cloudy for several days in the capital, accompanied by a muffled thunder, and finally a light rain has fallen.

In the small courtyard of Anzhenfang, Zhang Biao had already gotten up.

Drinking the blood-colored medicinal soup in one gulp, the viscous liquid went down to the stomach, and after a while, a hot stream rose in the abdomen.

He didn't bother to get dressed, he was naked, he drew a horizontal knife and jumped into the hospital.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed in the rain.

His muscles swelled, his ribs and tendons, and as his wrists flew, the rain curtain was torn into large and small circles, water splashed, and the knife whistled.

Soon, the whole person was steaming.

"Hahaha, refreshing!"

After a while, Zhang Biao put the knife back into its sheath, picked up the sea bowl, and drank the rest of the medicine.

It's been three days since I got home.

In the strange spirit realm space of the Witch Temple, although he escaped by luck and got a treasure, his spirit and spirit were seriously damaged, and it took two days to completely recover.

Just then, a chill appeared in the back of his head again.

Not far on the ground, the rain quickly condensed into ice, and a pair of footprints appeared, and a faint dwarf shadow was reflected on the ice.

"It's endless..."

Zhang Biao underestimated and was a little helpless.

During his trip to Tuwan Village, he was targeted by the ghost of Grandma Wu, and he ran back to Yujing City.

Judging from Li Chenshan's performance at that time, once he turned into a ghost, his thinking would change greatly, as if his memory was lost, and only obsession was left to support him.

If you want to talk about hatred, it should be Li Chenshan who died under his hands, but that guy didn't show up.

On the contrary, it is this Grandma Wu, who is stubbornly entangled.

Zhang Biao had a vague guess in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Grandma Wu, today is the day of Xiao San's beheading, I will take you there, but I am desperate." ”

"If you understand, give me some hints."

With that, he glared and looked closely.

It's a pity that after waiting for a long time, the other party is still standing there, trying to extinguish the yang fire on his shoulder.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Biao was also a little annoyed, "I will help you avenge your grievances, you will help me get out of trouble in the spiritual world, the two do not owe each other, if you are entangled after today, don't blame Zhang for being ruthless!" ”

He could see that the ghosts couldn't communicate at all.

If you are obsessed with it, you can only find a way to deal with it, and you can't let the ghost always follow you.

Thinking of this, he strode back into the room, exerted his right leg, jumped up on the stool, and removed a package from the beam.

When I opened it, it was the same noodle.

This thing is not trivial just by feeling, and the spirit and spirit in the spirit world were damaged before, so I could only suppress my curiosity.

Now that it has been restored, I can finally view it with confidence.

As the Psionic Eye moved, the feeling of obscurity and sluggishness reappeared, more than ever.

It's good stuff!

Zhang Biao was secretly happy in his heart, gritting his teeth and insisting.

Soon, I felt that my breath was a little weak, and my eyes were black for a while.

Finally, a huge amount of information came to mind:

Noodles Jiangliang: (Yellow Level Three Grades)

1. A bronze mask from an ancient era, which contains great power, but its power is weakened due to its incompleteness.

2. In the past, there were great witches, who watched the world and passed through ghosts and gods, and stepped on mountains and rivers to drive away the epidemic. Its mysteries are unpredictable, and its tricks are treacherous, and they pass through the heavens. The face is an important magic weapon of the witchcraft.

3. Wearing this noodle on your head, you can travel through the spiritual world, increase your vision, protect your soul, and cultivate during the Qi refining period.

4. It hides the secrets of an ancient inheritance, which has caused countless blood and disputes.

5, Jiang Liang is dying, and the noodles are longing for the soul to be watered...