Qian Kun frowned impatiently and approached the coffin: "Even if you want your mother, you can't sneak into the ancestral hall......"

The man's scolding came to an abrupt end as the other side of the coffin was empty.

"Big girl, if you mess around again, Dad will be really angry!" Qian Kun drank vigorously.

He yelled at the soldiers, "Find that mad girl for me!" ”

Six soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and I have the courage to ask: "Dashuai, who are you looking for, there is no one else here." ”

Qian Kun was stunned: "Just now, didn't you hear my daughter's voice?" ”

The six shook their heads in unison, in fact they didn't hear anything, only the handsome man's irritable swearing.

Suddenly, the soldiers at the head widened their eyes in horror.

At Qian Kun's shoulders, two pairs of small black hands slowly poked out, they were thin like chicken paws, and the back of their hands was crawling with vessel-like lines.

The two heads probed to the left and the right, and the blood-red eyes stared at them gloomily.

"Ahhhhhhh The soldiers screamed and crawled out of the ancestral hall, not even wanting their guns.

Qian Kun was carrying a heavy load, as if he was carrying something.

Cold sweat slid down the corners of his forehead, and the man slowly turned his head to look at the gossip mirror hanging on the wall.

In the blurry bronze mirror, two ghosts grinned at him, blood gushing out of his mouth: "Dad." ”

Qian Kun gasped, and his legs were weak and he knelt directly on the ground.

The two evil spirits tilted their heads to look at him, their gaze gradually moving downward, and stopped at the man's abdomen.

The chicken's paw-like hand pressed directly against the man's abdomen, as if he wanted to tear open his belly and get in.

The severe pain awakened Qian Kun's consciousness, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to fire two shots in succession, temporarily forcing back the evil spirit and crashing open the door.

Instead of going home to check on the situation, he ran to the Taoist temple at the back of the town.

With a rooster crow, the heaviness and coldness of the limbs faded in an instant, and Qian Kun gradually accelerated his pace by means of the hazy light.

Before he knew it, he walked to a path, and then climbed a mountain to the Taoist temple.

Two thick white mist emerged, one in front of the other blocking his path.

In the shadowy fog, a red figure flashed in front of him, and the paper money flying in the sky came from behind.

Chapter 148

It is not unfounded that suona is called a musical instrument hooligan.

As a widely spread national musical instrument, it is mostly used in the accompaniment of parties or operas, and it is often seen in red and white affairs.

When the penetrating suona sounded, everyone was in good spirits.

Dozens of red-clothed figures slowly approached around the sedan chair, and the demons in the hats threw the paper money into the air.

There were evil ghosts one after the other, and Qian Kun ran towards the mountain with cold sweat and gritted his teeth. After a few steps, he saw a flower in front of him, and returned to the middle of the road again.

The procession of welcoming and mourning approached in the blink of an eye, like two parallel lines gradually merging into one, encircling the prey.

In the cinema, the audience watched this scene almost with shocked expressions.

Extreme white, intense red......

The camera gives a close-up of the bride in the sedan chair, the red hijab blocks her face, and you can vaguely see the pale complexion, and the flaming red nails seem to be soaked in blood, which makes people look creepy.

Shen Sang rubbed his arms, his mind was blank, and he instinctively murmured: "The treacherous beauty makes people creepy but still feels beautiful, sharp and poignant." ”

When I looked down, the hairs on my arms stood on end.

This scene is not an ordinary horror scene, full of horror and horror.

On the contrary, it is like an illusory picture that needs to be savored, and every time I recall it, I will feel a chill that soaks into the bone marrow.

The members of the House of Horrors wondered: "There is nothing scary about it, but I always feel hairy, and this scene is too powerful." ”

"These are all ghosts, what do they want to do?"

The gun was lost when he was running away, and now Qian Kun didn't have any self-defense weapons, and the sedan chair and coffin circled around him a few times, and poofed into it.

He was lying in a coffin in the dark, and next to him was a stiff corpse in a wedding dress.

Outside, the sedan chair landed on the coffin, and the little ghost carried them happily into the distance.

Qian Kun roared desperately: "Help! Anyone! Help me! ”

No matter how much he called, punched and kicked, the bumps never stopped. The man was about to collapse, especially as the body next to him got closer and closer to him as he jolted.

Qian Kun's hand trembled like chaff and slowly stretched out to the bride's hijab.

Beneath the hijab was a familiar face, and his ex-wife, who had given birth to three daughters, stared straight at him.

"Thoman......"

Qian Kun was trembling violently, and the oxygen in the coffin was getting thinner and thinner, so much so that his vision began to blur.

The man cried with tears streaming down his eyes and begged for mercy incoherently: "Everyone husband and wife, please let me go." ”

Knock –

The outside finally stopped, and a huge force struck, the coffin and the sedan chair were kicked over, and Qian Kun also rolled out of the coffin with a grunt.

Daoist Yunhe swung his sword to kill the last two demons, frowned and asked him, "Dashuai, are you okay?" ”

Qian Kun seemed to be frightened stupidly, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, just clutched the robe of Daoist Yunhe.

"We must hurry back to the Grand Marshal's Mansion, I suspect something is going on there."

Qian Kun shook his head frantically: "No! Go back to the Taoist temple to exorcise evil spirits for me first, I hit a ghost, give me exorcism first! ”

Daoist Yunhe frowned, he didn't expect Qian Kun to be so irresponsible, the old lady and wife of the Dashuai Mansion were in danger, and his first reaction was to exorcise evil spirits for himself first.

"Dashuai, you don't have evil in you, and it's even more dangerous at home." Yunhe Daoist shook off the man's hand and ran quickly in the direction of the villa.

There is no shop in front of the village here, and Qian Kun can only go home after the head of Yunhe Road.

The heavily guarded Marshal's Mansion is now dead and silent like a haunted house, the soldier and the maid fell to the ground unconscious, and the two little ghosts did not catch Qian Kun, and they were trying to drill into the maid's belly.

Daoist Yunhe threw out two red ropes and wrapped them tightly, and simply put them into the gourd.

"Great, Dao Chief, you're amazing." Seeing this scene, Qian Kun was much calmer, and he subdued the two ghost babies with one look, and he would definitely be able to save him.

Yunhe Daoist shook his head: "These two are the weakest, and there are three more!" ”

Back in the villa, Qian Kun was so frightened when he saw the tragic situation of the old lady's death, a gust of wind blew, and his back seemed to be touched by something.

"Daddy."

Qian Kun subconsciously turned around, and before he lost consciousness, he saw three hideous grimaces rushing towards him.

Yunhe Dao Chang secretly said that it was not good, and he didn't even look back to check the situation, he tilted his body and threw himself to the side, and a gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced his arm.

"Hehe-hee-" Qian Kun smiled strangely, and the voices of the three children overlapped, turning into a hideous killing intent, "Old Taoist, I didn't expect us to come out." ”

Daoist Yunhe didn't talk nonsense with him, and casually threw a piece of rune paper over, 'Qian Kun' seemed to be very afraid of the rune paper, and hurriedly raised his gun to shoot.

After all, it was a child, who didn't have much experience in fighting enemies, and when their attention was attracted by the rune paper, a vase flew in the air and hit the wrist with precision.

'Qian Kun' was in pain, and the gun in his hand also fell off.

The peachwood sword pierced the air, and it was about to penetrate 'Qian Kun''s chest, and Daoist Yunhe suddenly reacted, Qian Kun was still alive, but he was possessed.

Bang –

A fist smashed on the bridge of his nose, Daoist Yunhe almost heard the sound of his own bones cracking, he covered his nose and looked up, 'Qian Kun''s face was full of provocation.

"Old Taoist, your sanctimonious appearance is really disgusting, and you have the ability to do it."

Yunhe Dao Chang laughed angrily: "Little rabbit cub, when I catch you, I have to teach you a good lesson!" ”

The old Taoist threw the peachwood sword and pounced on it to scuffle with 'Qian Kun'.

Yunhe Daoist is a famous master in the vicinity, and he is often asked to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, and he can go up and down the mountain and down the river when he is nearly sixty years old, and his physical fitness is very strong.

Although Qian Kun is handsome, he has been pampered for many years, and he really can't beat him.

The sofas and chairs in the living room have become weapons for the two of them, and the little ghost is even more ruthless, not caring if Qian Kun's body will be injured, and his attack is very vicious.

'Qian Kun' threw himself on the back of Daoist Yunhe and locked his throat hard, trying to strangle him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old Taoist priest took out a pair of red chopsticks from his pocket and pinched it fiercely at the middle finger of 'Qian Kun'.

The piercing scream shattered the glass of the hall, and three streams of black qi fled from Qian Kun's body in panic.

Yun Hedao had quick eyes and quick hands, and pinched one with one hand and stuffed it into the gourd.

The only remaining evil spirits fled to the second floor, where there was still a living person capable of possessing them.

When she arrived at Shen Xiumin's room, she couldn't wait to pounce on the bed, but a black mist firmly protected her.

"Let me in!" The evil spirit roared in a hurry, "I don't want to go back to the dark place! ”

Black Mist was unmoved, and even gave the evil spirit a claw when it tried to force its way into the mother's body.

When Daoist Yunhe chased after him, he was surprised to see this scene: "There is another one!" ”

Thinking about the spirit baby that Shen Xiumin took away, what else did he not understand, no wonder he had the ability to steal the five evil spirits from the Taoist temple!

"Beast, come out of her!"

The old Taoist priest sealed the door and window of the house, completely cutting off the escape path of the two evil spirits. Seeing this, the evil spirit screamed and planned to break the net with the old Taoist priest.

She teamed up with other evil spirits and possessed Qian Kun couldn't fight Yunhe Dao Chang, and it was even more delusional to fight alone.

Yunhe Dao Chang divided the evil spirit into the gourd with three times and five by two, and looked at the only one left as if he were facing a great enemy.

What a grievance!

I thought that the black mist would control Shen Xiumin's body to attack, but I didn't expect it to pounce directly from the mother's body.

Daoist Yunhe didn't think much about it, the tiger and tiger wielding the peachwood sword could make the black mist retreat in pain every time, and the tumbling black mist would be a little weaker every time it touched the peachwood sword.

Perhaps the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, and the black mist drilled back into the stone statue in a panic, and the old Taoist priest immediately pulled out a red thread to tie it up.

The morning sun rose in the east, dispelling the coldness of this villa, and the soldiers and maids came to their senses and cleaned the room under Qian Kun's orders.