Fourteen ghosts is not a small number.

There are so many powerful ghosts, and Yu Zhile doesn't dare to touch it.

He had an idea at the moment, whether to let He Yin'er summon an old antique to come out and get all these ghosts down.

As soon as the idea came out, I couldn't hold it back.

These ghosts, but they are very useful.

"How many spirit-summoning artifacts did you bring with you when you went out?"

"Three spiritual positions, one incense, one umbrella, and one pair of shoes...... It adds up to almost a dozen pieces. ”

"What's the matter, are you planning to do it?" He Yin'er turned her head to look at Yu Zhile, her green and faint ghost eyes flickering slightly.

"More than a dozen ......" Yu Zhile was silent, how afraid of death is this woman when she goes out?

"Conjure spirits, it's better to summon someone who can deal with these ghosts."

Since there are a lot of conjuring artifacts, it's simple.

He can't beat it, someone can.

With a spiritualist, you can't be too cowardly.

"Okay." He Yin'er did not refuse, took out a small bag, looked for it inside, and quickly took out a black spiritual position.

"Three minutes." He Yin'er took the spiritual position and directly began to summon spirits, and a cold suddenly appeared.

Blood suddenly began to ooze from the ordinary black spirit table.

The blood was rich and bloody, with a strong rancid stench, just like the blood that had been left out for a long time, spoiled and rotted.

He Yin'er didn't seem to expect such a change in the spirit position, and hurriedly put the spirit position on the ground, and her expression became extremely solemn.

Although unexpected things happened, she didn't stop summoning spirits.

Yu Zhile squinted at this scene and looked vigilant.

He Yin'er's conjuring spirit doesn't seem to be simple.

Blood kept pouring out of the spiritual seat as if it didn't want money.

The rancid stench quickly spreads around.

The blood pooled into a small pool, and as the conjuring continued, suddenly a dry palm stretched out from the pool of blood.

As this palm stretched out, Yu Zhile's face suddenly became solemn.

Terrifying spirits were conceived in the waterholes, ominously transmitted from the arms.

He Yin'er's face turned pale, and she looked up at Yu Zhile, "No, I can only summon souls, why do I summon entities?" ”

He Yin'er was a little flustered.

Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the arm carefully, and soon he found that there was something illusory about this arm.

"It's a soul body, indeed."

"How many years have you been in the Republic of China?" Suddenly, a young man's head popped out of the pool, and he frowned and looked at Yu Zhile and He Yin'er.

Then, the young man crawled out of the blood pool, and the rancid blood pool quickly invaded the young man's body.

The young man was dressed in a cyan tunic and stayed on his head.

"The Republic of China is over." Yu Zhile's eyes flickered, this young man is so strong.

"Tsk...... It took so long to recruit me, how many generations of soul conjuringists have you? ”

The young man didn't seem too surprised to hear that the Republic of China was over, but he just looked at He Yin'er and frowned, "I said how it doesn't feel right, it turns out that there are a lot of ghosts missing in your body." ”

"You're a bad conjurator."

He Yin'er's face was solemn, and the young man in front of her seemed to be able to break free from her control at any time, and then kill her, or even turn against her.

Seeing that He Yin'er didn't say anything, the young man didn't care, but he was a little bored, he looked Yu Zhile up and down, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Interesting, interesting, you guy, you are bold."

The young man kept nodding around Yu Zhile, and his mouth commented.

"If I were alive, I would definitely bet on you." The young man nodded, as if he recognized Yu Zhile very much.

"Can you deal with those ghosts?" Yu Zhile bowed his head slightly, and his tone was as calm as possible.

Hearing this, the young man glanced at He Yin'er and saw He Yin'er nodding.

The young man smiled, "Simple, a slap in the face." ”

As he spoke, Yu Zhile suddenly felt that his ghost was forcibly torn apart.

A strong smell of blood emerged, and more than a dozen ghosts next to the bus suddenly turned their heads and stared directly at the naked three people.

But at the moment they turn their heads.

Bang~!

The ghost who stopped the bus was directly slapped into a lump, the bones were shattered, and the black corpse water slowly flowed out.

And the dozen or so ghosts wearing filial piety clothes were not photographed together.

The strange white mist suddenly rose, quickly enveloping more than a dozen ghosts together.

The white mist emerged and quickly spread towards the surroundings, approaching the position of the three people.

"Huh?"

The young man was slightly surprised, looked at his palm, then felt it slightly, and then suddenly, "It turns out that my blood has not been recruited." ”

"Little girl, you're still too tender, you want me to slap me twice."

The young man shook his head, and with a wave of his palm, the strange white mist exploded and then disappeared.

As the white mist disappeared, the dozen or so ghosts from before had disappeared, and only one person who had been photographed into a piece of paper remained.

The man was dressed in filial piety clothes, and his face was covered with large sheets of white paper money.

"It's so strong!" Yu Zhile's pupils shrank to the minimum, and his two slaps directly slapped the silent fourteen ghosts.

"Don't be so shocked, if it weren't for this little girl's incompleteness of ghosts, I would have to lie down with a look."

"It's just a few ghosts that have been split, I think back then, Lao Tzu could beat three complete ghosts with one hand, and he didn't lose."

The young man held his hands behind his back, and his eyes were full of remembrance.

"I want to be ...... at the beginning"

The young man seemed to be a talker, and as soon as Yu Zhile heard it, he knew what was going to happen next.

Yu Zhile's eyes were strange, and he gave He Yin'er a look.

The corners of He Yin'er's mouth twitched, and she gave a look back.

"Are you serious?" Yu Zhile understood the meaning of his eyes.

Yu Zhile's eyes blinked, "Sure." ”

He Yin'er's eyelids twitched a little, but listening to the young man gushing and began to tell his brave deeds back then, she ended the conjuring spirit.

"Oh? You guys don't seem to like my story? ”

The young man's eyes were gloomy, and his eyes swept back and forth over Yu Zhile and He Yin'er.

Yu Zhile and He Yin'er's scalps suddenly became numb, and He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile with resentful eyes, as if to say, look, I know it's not feasible.

Yu Zhile swallowed his saliva, "There is not much time, when I have time, I will specially ask her to recruit you to tell a story." ”

"Oh?" The young man raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little disbelieving.

Yu Zhile and He Yin'er's expressions were a little stiff.

"It's just a scare, why are you so intimidating?"

The young man shook his head, and his body suddenly spread out into a pool of blood, and a black spiritual position fell.

The scattered blood was absorbed by the black spirit position.

Seeing this scene, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do this next time, it's easy to be shot to death." He Yin'er picked up the spirit position and said faintly.

Yu Zhile looked at the name on the spiritual throne and felt that this young man was strong.

"Zhang Daoling."

This name is really big, and it is really daring.

He Yin'er carefully put away the spiritual position.

"There's no next time, unless it's a life and death crisis, don't call him out."

Yu Zhile reached out and tore open the skin on his chest, and two silk threads shot out violently, wrapping around the two powerful ghosts respectively.

Looking at the two silk threads, Yu Zhile was surprised to find that the silk thread that shot at the ghost wearing filial piety clothes carried two small words "robbery".

"This ghost actually corresponds to a word on Facebook."

Yu Zhile looked a little excited, this kind of ghost is an extremely terrifying existence.

Like the little hungry ghost, it corresponds to a word, what a hungry ghost is, you know it clearly.

When the two ghosts were quickly pulled into the face, the young man was really strong, the young man disappeared, and now the two ghosts are still in a state of silence.

When the ghost wearing filial piety clothes entered the face, Yu Zhile's pupils shrank sharply.

"What are you kidding, a ghost has thirteen laws of killing!"

(End of chapter)