Chapter Seventy-Eight: Tree Spirits!

Although the girl looked young, every movement seemed extremely difficult, staggering, her skinny body kept shaking in the wind, she bent her waist, and bit her chapped lips.

The miserable yellow candle flame in the house stretched the girl's figure infinitely, looking quite lonely and desolate, and the distance from the house door to the courtyard gate was only more than ten meters, and the girl walked for nearly a minute.

"Who are you?"

After looking up and down, the girl took a breath and asked, "What are you doing here alone on such a big night?"

Feng Wanli looked at the girl carefully, and smiled slightly: "My name is Feng Wanli, I am a Taoist priest, I came to visit relatives with the ninth uncle in the town, but it is difficult to walk at night, so I want to find a good family to spend the night." ”

"It turned out to be Uncle Nine's relative!"

Although Uncle Nine does not hold any position in the town, but everyone's red and white ceremonies will visit Uncle Nine, and her parents are ready to buy a coffin, the girl laughed at herself: "My white affairs may be handled by Uncle Nine." ”

Thinking of this, the girl let go of the courtyard door and showed a weak smile: "My name is Qing Nan, come in." ”

As Qing Nan walked into the house, Feng Wanli found that this house could be described as a house with four walls, the furniture was woven from bamboo everywhere nearby, and a few candles were even more useful, and I don't know how many years have passed.

"I watched the girl's Yintang blacken, and described it as withered, but what evil did I encounter?"

Now that he has entered the house, of course Feng Wanli wants to do his old job, and asked directly towards Qing Nan.

"What's evil!"

Qing Nan heard Feng Wanli's inquiry, her expression was strange, and she actually showed a trace of embarrassment, and then shook her head again and again.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wanli's heart moved slightly:

Sure enough, there was a problem.

"Qing Nan, what do you do on weekdays, have you encountered anything strange?" asked directly, Feng Wanli adopted the method of side tapping and knocking.

Qing Nan looked displeased, and said secretly: "Daoist, I kindly let him spend the night, why do you still ask about this?"

But soon, Qing Nan sighed lightly, he was already a person who was about to die, and it was nothing to say this.

Thinking of this, Qing Nan slowly sat on the bamboo chair, took a breath and said: "I help my parents feed the pigs every morning, cut down the bamboo in the morning, and pick wild oranges in the forest in the afternoon to sell them in the city." ”

Feng Wanli touched his chin, this Qingnan's day is also very simple, except that going to the forest to pick oranges in the afternoon may have an intersection with the dense forest...

"It seems that this dense forest still has to break through!" Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, so he made a decision, and smiled at Qing Nan: "The reason why the girl is weak is because she is haunted by ghosts, if I guess correctly, it may be that she was haunted by ghosts in that forest." ”

"What!"

Hearing Feng Wanli's words, Qing Nan's face was panicked, during the Republic of China, most of them were very in awe of ghosts and gods, and when they heard that they were haunted by ghosts, Qing Nan panicked, and hurriedly asked, "What should I do then?"

"You wait for me for a moment!"

Feng Wanli waved his hand, spiritual power poured into his feet, his body followed the wind, and his figure was fleeting, rushing towards the dense forest in the distance.

"Fenglang, that ghost thing is already in this dense forest, why do you still want to go to that courtyard!"

Xiaoyu on the side appeared, obviously not understanding why Feng Wanli didn't go directly to clean up the ghosts, but went to the village courtyard to explore the way first.

"I've always felt a little weird!"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, took a deep look at the courtyard behind him, and the figure instantly drilled into the dense forest.

The dense forest was dense, there was originally a faint moonlight to guide the way, and you could know the road under your feet, but now that you have entered the dense forest, it is really night, and you don't know whether it is gravel or silt under your feet.

"It's really dark!"

Feng Wanli shook his head, took out a brick brand mobile phone from his arms, turned on the flashlight function, and a pillar of light rose instantly, and the pitch-black night seemed to be torn apart, revealing a gray-white road.

Because of the cultivation of the soul condensing technique, Feng Wanli is very sensitive to yin qi, and there is a very cold and terrifying yin qi gathering in front of him, which can be clearly felt by Feng Wanli dozens of meters away, obviously the ghost thing is there.

Under the slight illumination of the mobile phone, there is a large bamboo forest in front of it, and in the center of the bamboo forest are seven or eight giant trees with five or six people protecting the environment.

"Fire Spell!"

Feng Wanli's right hand swiped lightly in mid-air, and a yellow spell mark appeared out of thin air, and in just a few strokes, Feng Wanli condensed a palm-sized fireball.

"Go!"

The fire spell that could easily kill the fourth layer of Qi cultivation had been extinguished in an instant like a flame falling into the water before it touched the outer bamboo forest.

Seeing the strong cold air, Xiao Yu looked frightened, and couldn't help but say: "Feng Lang, this ghost thing is so powerful in yin qi, maybe its strength has reached the advanced level of powerful ghosts, let's go!"

"Damn it!"

Under the disadvantage of the teacher, Feng Wanli couldn't help but scold secretly, but who would have thought that in the dense forest next to this mass grave, there was actually a high-level ghost.

"Woo!"

A whimper suddenly sounded, like a cold wind blowing the leaves, and like a tearful man crying.

Feng Wanli's pupils shrank, and suddenly a fallen leaf gently brushed his face, and a faint blood stain appeared out of thin air.

"King Kong does not move the body of the king!"

Feng Wanli didn't have time to think about it, so he directly urged his body protection exercises, his body exploded, and he rushed directly towards the outside of the dense forest.

"Whoa!"

And where the wind stands, several turquoise leaves gently slide by, and the sound of air cutting is even more piercing.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wanli dared to think about it, and directly shouted: "We are not opponents, retreat!", instantly aroused the strength of the whole body, and rushed out of the dense forest directly.

As he left the dense forest, Feng Wanli felt that the cold and oppressive feeling behind him slowly subsided, and only then did he dare to relax, looking at the dense forest behind him, full of jealousy: "Xiaoyu, do you see any fame? What the hell is this?"

Xiao Yu pursed her lips slightly, looked at the dense forest in the distance, and thought, "I observed that the ghost thing was controlling the leaves to attack, and did not use the ghost body to directly deal with us. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu paused for a moment and continued: "It is very likely that it is a tree spirit, so it does not dare to leave the body easily when facing the enemy. ”

"Tree Spirits!"

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed, and he shouted softly: "I understand, follow me!"

"Alas!"

As soon as he came to the door of Qingnan's house, Feng Wanli heard a soft sigh, only to see that the lights in the house were dim, and the two middle-aged men and women were full of sadness, constantly complaining: "Mutter, don't blame us for being ruthless, you have this strange disease, your brother can't find a daughter-in-law, and the family has spent a lot of medical expenses for your treatment, we really have no choice!"

"Dad!"

Qing Nan's tears rolled down her eyes, and she cried in a low voice: "I will bury my daughter tomorrow, and it will save me a drag on my father and brother." ”