On a grassy country road, a young monk in a light-colored robe frowned and looked up at the blue sun in the sky above.

The strange cyan, even the sunlight is cyan, and it is not dazzling to look at, so that his eyes are dyed cyan.

"Is it a fantasy? is it a world created by Ergou himself?"

Ling Bai's face was strange, and he felt kind to the name Wu Ergou in his heart. Aren't the children in the village all cats and dogs, such a person has a hard life. After going through many secret realms, he no longer had the fear of illusions at the beginning.

Now that my cultivation has come up, my vision and experience have improved, and my confidence has become even more explosive.

"I'm invincible, but I want to see what game you like to play with me. ”

He looked around, low mud huts were built on the hill, in groups of three or two, and the whole village was quiet, dead silent. The smoke rising from the chimneys of each house is not white, but the blue sun in the sky.

"Little brother, who are you looking for?"

Directly in front of a jujube tree, an old man in a gray robe hangs from the trunk of the tree, his tongue sticking out and almost mopping the floor. His eyes were hollow, and he said to Ling Bai in a faint voice.

In the face of the sudden appearance of the person, well, to be precise, a hanged man.

Ling Bai was not flustered, and said with a smile: "Old man, the poor monk is looking for you." ”

"Looking for me?" the old man turned his neck in surprise and changed to a more comfortable position.

"Yes, the poor monk is looking for you, hungry.."

Ling Bai stepped forward with a smile, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

It's been a long time since I've hit a ghost, so I miss it when I think about it.

I don't know if the tongue of this hanged ghost is still fresh or not, so it seems good to get a roasted human tongue on the spot and eat it.

The old man's face was stunned, a trace of anger appeared in his empty eyes, and he swung his blue tongue towards Ling Bai.

Before his tongue could get close, a red ray quickly swept through.

The green tongue several meters long was broken into two, half of which was held in the palm of Ling Bai's hand, and he smiled slightly: "It's so long, it's enough to eat." ”

"Damn,!"

The old man bounced off the jujube tree in horror and staggered forward and fled quickly.

"Who's going to eat your stinky tongue? ”

Ling Bai pursed his lips, threw his green tongue on the ground, and stepped on his feet in disgust.

Next, his feet stopped in mid-air, not daring to fall for a long time.

In front of him, led by the old man who hanged himself just now, there were all kinds of ghosts who died in various ways, and the resentment on their bodies was extremely dignified, just one of them who died normally.

"Did I come to the ghost village and meet the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night?"

Ling Bai was a little flustered, it was the first time he had seen such a spectacular scene since he was a child.

"Stop!"

"Keep your tongue under your feet!"

The old man of the hanged ghost, who had broken half of his tongue, jumped out in one step, pointed at Ling Bai's nose, and scolded loudly: "I treat you as a junior, but you want to eat me." What a vicious guy. ”

"Ling Bai.

What's going on with the sudden cuteness?,The style of painting is wrong.。

It's obviously a terrible thing, why do you want to laugh inexplicably?

Perhaps, his heart has endured too much, and he has developed immunity to terrible things.

What's so scary about ghosts?

Who's dead isn't a ghost anymore?

When the time comes, it will be interesting to see who scares whom, and who is better than whom.

Ling Bai took half a step back, and then stomped his tongue on the ground with a heavy kick. He smiled and looked at the hanged ghosts, starving ghosts, and perverts in front of him and said lightly: "You all want to be exceeded?"

The blatant provocation made the old man of the hanged ghost furious, and he was so angry that even the beards on both sides of his mouth trembled.

"You, you little monk, can't you talk for a while?"

.

"Let's all die. ”

Ling Bai opened the red umbrella, and suddenly the Buddha was prosperous.

boom

The old man of the hanged ghost was swept away by the red umbrella, and his soul was scattered and disappeared in the village.

The rest of the demons were furious, and rushed up with resentment.

Ling Bai was not in a hurry, he shook the red umbrella, and a terrifying suction force suddenly absorbed more than a dozen ghosts into it, and it was wiped out into nothing.

Zhu umbrella, Buddhist ritual instrument.

No matter how many ghosts come forward, they will also send experience.

As a result, the fearless Ling Bai danced in place, which was almost matched with a BGM, so as to make the picture more shocking.

With a few cigarettes, hundreds of dead souls have died under the red umbrella.

But the ghosts in the village are still pouring out.

An old man stretched out his long cyan tongue and rushed up desperately, and was swept away by Ling Bai's umbrella.

"Isn't this the hanged ghost who was overtaken just now?"

Ling Bai's eyelids twitched violently, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

The souls of the dead here can be reborn and resurrected indefinitely.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't kill him endlessly.

To put an end to this endless battle, it is necessary to find someone who can control them.

And the one who can control the group of ghosts, who else is there besides Wu Ergou.

Will he be in the village?

Ling Bai pondered for a moment, changed his strategy, and explored forward while scattering the ghosts.

The whole village is not large, but it is not like the current small town, the villagers are at most in groups of three or two, and the rest have to walk on a dirt road or cross several fields of farmland and vegetable fields.

In this way, it undoubtedly greatly increases the difficulty of the game.

boom

Sweep away the familiar old man of the hanged ghost again.

Ling Bai followed rather unhappily, and there was a violent twitch at his old face.

"Resurrect you so specially. ”

Bang bang bang

"Die. ”

Ling Bai fiercely stabbed the red umbrella into the other party's chest.

"Why are you killing me again?" roared the old man, his eyes wide with rage.

Then, with a blank face, he said to himself, "Why should I say 'again'?"

Hum, before the old man could figure it out, he was distracted again.

Ling Bai used the Great Teng Movement Technique, the left protrusion flashed again, but the surrounding dead souls were really innumerable, dead and coming again, endlessly, making people desperate.

The location kept changing, and he searched no less than four earthen houses, but there was really no sign of people.

It seems that the main owner, Wu Ergou, is not here.

In other words, his previous speculation was too idealistic.

As a person with a layout, how can he obediently wait in the game, he must be standing behind the scenes to control, and then perceiving the scene inside and laughing like a fool.

Thinking of this, Ling Bai's mood became inexplicably anxious, although his physical strength was extraordinary, and he was not half tired at the moment, but in the long run, even if he was beaten with iron, he couldn't help this group of dead ghosts to grind hard bubbles, grinding from iron rods into embroidery needles.

"Boy, are you trying to kill me again?" Directly ahead, an old man with a tongue several meters long glared at Ling Bai angrily and asked.

“”

Ling Bai told him again with practical actions.

Yes.

Killing you is not negotiable.

Suddenly, Ling Bai's heart, which was shuttling between the ghosts, moved.

He seems to have missed the most crucial point.