The black gas in the room dissipated, and when the black gas dissipated, there was one more person in the room. It's not so much a human being as a phantom. The black gas seems to have been absorbed by this phantom, and this phantom is transformed by the black gas. I couldn't see my face clearly, I couldn't see my clothes clearly, only a pair of eyes shining with green light, like a ghost fire in a cemetery.

The phantom should have been quite impressive, although the face could not be seen clearly, but the aura emitted when it appeared was also arrogant. Without waiting for the phantom to speak, he slapped it directly in the air without a knife, the slap was crisp, and the green ghost fire in the phantom's eyes turned fiery red in an instant.

The phantom was furious, and his face without a knife changed, and it was completely cold. I don't know who is the same as this phantom without a knife, who really comes from hell. Without a knife glared angrily, the phantom saw the eyes of no knife, and couldn't help but shudder, and then the fiery red eyes turned into the previous green again.

The phantom knelt on the ground, his left hand pressed to his right, his forehead pressed against the back of his hand, like that, a complete minion.

The phantom's voice echoed, his voice trembling and respectful, and said, "I don't know if Lord Ye called the little one, I hope the Lord will forgive the sin." ”

When Yan Xiao saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Ye Bu wither, Ye Bu Wier, how many years ago did something out of the ordinary, you little overlord did something out of the ordinary, and still makes these people who seem amazing in the world tremble in their hearts and dare not forget.

Wudao coughed lightly, and then said: "It's nothing else, a person died in this place a few days ago, called Ghost Wushuang, and the nickname in the world is called Yama Tianzi." You bring him to me, and you can go back. ”

There is no knife to talk about things lightly, but when this phantom listens to it, he can't help frowning, and even a little embarrassed. Wu Dao sensed the reluctance of this phantom, and his brows were even worse, and the cold ghost aura on his body overwhelmed this phantom. The phantom felt that he was in an extremely cold hell, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"What's the matter, Lao Tzu speaks, it's useless?"

The phantom hurriedly apologized, his voice still trembling, and said, "No, no, what Lord Ye says is what it is, and the little one will do it immediately." ”

"Then what are you doing here, get out!"

As the words fell, the phantom did not feel insulted at all, but felt as if it had been amnestied, and its body turned into black qi in an instant, completely dissipating.

Yan Xiao couldn't help laughing when he saw Wu Dao's pretending to be serious, shook his head slightly, and said, "You, you, when will you learn from your second brother······

Halfway through the words, Yan Xiao looked sad and didn't continue to speak.

Wu Dao naturally smiled at the meaning of his master, smiled, and then said: "People say that the Nine Heavens Emperor has gone through 90,000 eons to achieve today's achievements, and the Nine Heavens Emperor is already like this, so how many tribulations has the Lord who is in charge of the gods, immortals, Buddhas, saints, worldly and Eastern Yin Realms to have today. The second brother is less than 800 years old, and he has achieved what he has today, so why do you always feel indebted to him?"

Hearing that there was no knife to comfort, Yan Xiao could only nod and say more.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the phantom reappeared, and with him came an illusory shadow dressed in a white prison robe, handcuffed with anklets and handcuffs. This illusory shadow is none other than the Yama Heavenly Son who cut himself in this Peach Blossom Nunnery a few days ago, and the ghost is unique.

Ghost Wushuang saw Yan Xiao and couldn't help but smile. The phantom actually laughed when he saw Ghost Wushuang, and was about to scold, but he caught a glimpse of the knifeless eyes, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"There's nothing to do with you, when it's over, I'll take him to the land of reincarnation in person. You, step aside. ”

When these words came out, the phantom was a little embarrassed, squeaking, but he didn't say a complete sentence. Wudao frowned again, and couldn't help but clench his fists. Seeing that there was no knife like this, Yan Xiao's hand pressed on the shoulder of no knife, with a gentle smile on his face, and said to the phantom: "Little brother, the master of Dongyin, you don't have to worry, go and get busy." ”

The phantom wanted to continue to say something, but when he saw the eyes without a knife, he really didn't dare to say a word, and after clasping his fists and saluting, his body dissipated with black gas.

Seeing that the phantom was so respectful to Yan Xiaotong without a knife, Ghost Wushuang was also a little surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "It seems that what His Holiness told me is only the tip of the iceberg. ”

Hearing this, Yan Xiao couldn't help but shake his head slightly, sighed, but didn't speak. Without a knife, he beckoned to Ghost Wushuang, and pointed to Xiao Chen, who was already sleeping peacefully on the bed, and said, "Junior, come and take a look, this doll, is it familiar?"

"Junior?"

Ghost Wushuang looked at the man beside Yan Xiao who was not very old, but his tone was not small, and he was also a little puzzled when he called himself a junior. can recall that he was beside Yan Xiao, and he was shouting at the phantom like this, and he knew that this person was not an ordinary person.

Wu Dao looked at Ghost Wushuang's expression, and he also felt funny, and then his figure changed and changed. Although he is still young and handsome, this appearance is familiar to him. Sure enough, when he saw that he had changed his person without a knife, his eyes were full of joy and said, "You don't even have a knife." ”

No knife smiled, and then said, "Yes and no." There are no knives, but three thousand avatars, one of them. It doesn't matter, but you can save this little doll's life?"

Ghost Wushuang stepped forward, and when he saw Xiao Xiaochen, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then his eyes were full of joy. 020 reading

"This, this little doll?"

Yan Xiao shook his head slightly, and said, "Doll's life experience, you don't want to ask." Since it's your family, is there a way to save your life?"

When Ghost Wushuang heard this, he also knew that this little doll's blood was not pure, so he stopped chattering and sat on the edge of the bed. On closer inspection, this little guy does look like someone. But he had no entity and couldn't make too many movements, so he was a little helpless, and looked at Yan Xiaotong and the master and apprentice.

Wu Dao suddenly realized, patted his head, and then shot out a bright yellow streamer, and the bright yellow streamer shot into the illusory body of Ghost Wushuang, and when he landed, he had a moment of substance.

With the entity, the hand can touch things, and it is much more convenient to do things. Ghost Wushuang lifted Xiao Chen's quilt, Xiao Xiao Chen was still a little uncomfortable, his body moved slightly, or he slept deeply, but he didn't wake up. Ghost Wushuang looked at this little doll carefully, although he was only a two or three-year-old child, but this pair of leg bones could be seen that the future was also a master who traveled thousands of miles every day.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he nodded from time to time.

"This little doll can be saved, but if he is saved, I am afraid that in the future, he will always be accompanied by ghosts. ”

When he stopped without a knife, he disagreed, and said, "I always have ghosts as my companions, so what's the matter? If you don't save him, your life will not be long, and you will really become a ghost." ”

Ghost Wushuang was still worried, but after hearing the words of the knife, he also felt that it was such a truth, so he nodded in agreement. But Ghost Wushuang still had concerns after all, and asked: "Isn't there a way for a character like the two of you?"

Wu Dao listened, smiled, and then said: "You can be trusted, if you want you to come back to life, it is also a matter of waving your hand? It's a pity, it's a pity, if I do this, there is a guy I don't dare to mess with, and I should be severely punished by the laws of heaven and earth." ”

After saying that, Wu Dao was about to continue, but he suddenly frowned and consciously said too much. After all, at the level of no knife for them, the world, just the world. And at the level of Ghost Wushuang, he knows that the world is just the world, but outside the world, in addition to the East Netherworld, there is a heaven and earth in the sky, and as for that heaven and earth, he doesn't know anything.

Ghost Wushuang also understood in his heart, smiled awkwardly, said no more, and began to talk about Xiao Xiaochen's eyes and life and death. The more Ghost Wushuang looked at Xiao Xiaochen, the more happy he became, and muttered: "It's time to inherit something." ”

On the other hand, after eating the noodles, he continued to stroll.

Wandering around, I somehow slipped into a slightly remote courtyard. Although this courtyard is clean and tidy, no matter how you look at it, it feels a little old, as if only people clean it, but no one lives there.

There was no one in this courtyard, so he pushed open the door and left. Looking around, I couldn't help but nodded, this courtyard is not bad, but I wondered, how could such a good courtyard not be used as a residence?

A shadow flashed, and Delusion couldn't help frowning, and looked in the direction where the shadow had passed. Then, I saw a big fat cat with a pitch-black body and blue and yellow eyes lying on the roof of the east wing. The pair of different pupils stared straight at himself, and he couldn't help but feel funny, and thought to himself, the good wine didn't move the shins, why don't you take a look at you, the black elf, has your own body regressed.

Then, with the urging of his feet, he turned into a ghost and pounced on the black cat.

The black cat seemed to be frowning, but the action did not fall, and its body pounced directly to the side and dodged. Foolishness fluttered into the air, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up, and a wicked smile appeared. His body did not stop, and he tapped his toes lightly and chased after him again.

But what is helpless is that this black cat's movements are extremely agile, and no matter how arrogant it pursues, this black cat can easily dodge. What's even more interesting is that no matter how much the black cat dodges, it didn't get out of the range of this courtyard.

It was like this for a quarter of an hour, and the delusion had been at a disadvantage, so I was really helpless, so I simply sat on the roof. But the black cat didn't know for what purpose, and walked over little by little from a distance of about two feet away from the delusion. Stopping at a distance of four or five feet from Delirium, Delusion probed his hand, but the black cat was sitting there, motionless.

The delirium thought it was funny, this time it really pounced, and the black cat made a backward leap, and the body of the air churned around, and once again opened a distance of two feet from the delirium.

Delusion is even more interesting, this black cat, it is really a spiritual thing, isn't it, just to provoke him?

Alas, he stole the king in a dignified manner, but he couldn't even catch a cat.

At this moment, a faint purple light flashed in a courtyard in the distance, and the black cat also looked at the purple light. Delusion felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, so he pounced directly. The black cat could see the purple light, and was directly held in his arms by the delirium.

Ordinary wild cats are caught, they all chirp and bite, neighing and fluttering just to escape. But this black cat is interesting, just in the arms of the delirious, well-behaved as if it was raised in the first place.

While looking at the purple light, she stroked the black cat with her hand. The black cat looked like he was enjoying it, but his eyes were also staring at the purple light.

It was only a moment of leisure, and suddenly the left eye of the delusion began to ache, the kind of burning pain like fire. He let go of the black cat, covered his left eye, and cold sweat penetrated his clothes in an instant.

The black cat sat on the side, staring at the delirium. What I didn't notice was that the black cat seemed to be laughing.