The promiscuous green ghost opened his mouth wide and roared, the voice was not high, but the visual and olfactory effects were shocking. The two rows of sharp teeth glowed with cold light, and the fine crumbs of meat were dotted, just thinking about how he had been drinking blood all these years made people shudder and lose their fighting spirit.

The father and daughter of the An family shrank on the side of the stone gate, and Zhao Wu'an couldn't retreat even if he wanted to. I had to prick a raw lunge, pull my sword and rise up, and fight against this unknown evil ghost.

In fact, he doesn't want to use the sword, if the other party doesn't mean to live or die, he is also very happy to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

But there are many things in this world that can only be thought about. Zhao Wu'an thought that before he could make enough preparations, the green ghost attacked again. He took a leap of half a zhang away, and Zhao Wu'an rolled out sideways, and he didn't have time to retreat from the green ghost's attack. The blue-faced fangs are truly terrifying.

After all, there are outsiders present, Zhao Wu'an still tries not to use his sword against the enemy, the pulsatilla is no more than a foot long, and it is obviously a little powerless to deal with this behemoth with an arm span of six or seven feet. I'm afraid that before the pulsatilla touches the skin of the green ghost, he himself will be torn apart. Zhao Wu'an did not seek to retreat from the enemy quickly, but only hoped that he could find some flaws in this tall, strong, and fast tomb guard slave, and defeat the enemy with one move.

The green ghost jumped and attacked fiercely, and Zhao Wu'an retreated smartly. Pulsatilla blue light flashed, illuminating the four corners of the stone chamber. With only the afterglow, you can see that the shadow of the stone wall is underneath, and there are huge round and huge pottery urns.

What exactly is in the urn, Zhao Wu'an does not know. However, in the face of the green ghost's pressing, he could only deal with it as little effort as possible. Lifting his breath and jumping over the green ghost's shoulder, his two giant palms slammed shut behind Zhao Wu'an. By the slightest margin, Zhao Wu'an may have to turn into a pulp.

As soon as Fang landed, Zhao Wu'an ran towards the stone wall with all his might, and Yu Qi swung his sword to pick up a half-human-high pottery urn, and gritted his teeth and smashed it towards the green ghost.

The green ghost, who had been wide open and closed, suddenly panicked, and there was a frightened look in his eyes, and he took a few steps back, carefully catching the pottery urn thrown by Zhao Wu'an, carefully placing it on the ground, and protecting it more and more carefully behind him.

When he picked up the sword, Zhao Wu'an had already sensed that there was liquid in the urn. It's not yellow sand, it's easy to say, I'm afraid it's a stream of mercury, something that can kill people once it overflows.

The ignorant are fearless, the green ghost is engrossed, and Zhao Wu'an doesn't have so many scruples. Anyway, he couldn't beat it head-on, so he simply picked up a clay urn with his sword and continued to smash it.

The green ghost hurriedly ran to the landing point early, raised his long arms high, and took the pottery urn in the softest position possible, and placed it behind him.

Zhao Wu'an concocted it as he could.

The green ghosts are overwhelmed.

However, a half-human-high pottery urn still has some weight in the end. Zhao Wu'an was not diligent, and he was full of sword intent, but over time, he didn't realize that the speed of sending the pottery urn slowed down.

The green ghost had obviously been waiting for this moment for a long time. One by one, the pottery urns were carefully guarded, and he had long lost the mind to play this game. grabbed the gap between the previous urn and the one that had not yet risen from Zhao Wu'an's sword, and pounced on Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an was inexperienced in the end, and he was caught off guard, and was knocked out of three zhang in a rage, and his back shattered the stone wall, so he could stop, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The faces of the An family's father and daughter turned pale. An Qing shouted loudly: "Zhao Wu'an!"

The green ghost came out of Zhao Wu'an's arms, and his ape arm was lightly relaxed, pulling Zhao Wu'an out of the stone wall. Zhao Wu'an was like a marionette, completely unresponsive.

An Qing felt a pain in her heart, and tears were about to gush out of her eyes, but Father An held her hand.

"He's fine. "An Guangmao has a sharp intuition," he still held his sword tightly in his right hand, and his posture did not change in the slightest. ”

An Qing was stunned for a moment, and saw that the green ghost lifted Zhao Wu'an high and placed it on his shoulder. In order to prevent him from hitting the top of the tomb, he deliberately bent down.

The green ghosts are also following suit, and they are still shocking.

Zhao Wu'an, who was sitting on the shoulders of the green ghost, walked before the ghost gate was closed, and his face was not much better, but there was a smile after all.

If Fang Cai really hit the stone wall, with the thickness of his qi, it would be a miracle if he didn't die. However, at the last moment of the stone wall on top, it was the blue ghost who hit headlong with his palms around his back and withstood the impact for himself.

Zhao Wu'an naturally concluded from then on that the other party would not kill him, and he lost all his fighting spirit in an instant, was lazy and lazy, and everything was the same as before.

The green ghost put Zhao Wu'an at the door of the stone room, next to the father and daughter of the An family, and straightened up again, staring straight at them with a clear gaze.

An Qing asked suspiciously, "Is he trying to drive us away?" He seems to be quite kind, why did he kill those people." ”

Subconsciously, she actually hoped that the one who killed Kong Xiuji was a big devil who killed people without blinking. The young man in fresh clothes and angry horses was brutally killed, and the young man's classmates personally avenged his best friend, such a plot, of course, can only have a happy effect when the villain is a pure villain.

If the murderer also has unspeakable secrets, and even, if the murderer is simply like the green ghost in front of him, seemingly murderous but actually quite kind, An Qing will not be so reasonable. One relationship and another are equally important, priceless, and undeniable. This is what An Qing has always thought.

Zhao Wu'an, who lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, frowned and smiled bitterly: "I also want to know." Judging from the degree of injury of the deceased, there is only the one left in front of him, and it is possible to do this. If you kill me with one punch, you will die a clear death. ”

Even Zhao Wu'an was confused by the scene in front of him. An Guangmao sat quietly and did not make a sound.

Four people, or three people and one ghost, are facing each other like this. The green ghost obviously had never been involved in the world, and no one said anything, and the three of them were still not impatient when they were so provocative, they just stood, exhaled and inhaled, and looked directly at them.

An Qing suddenly clapped her hands, and the big green ghost was startled, and took a step back. An Qing couldn't help but sneer, and said hopefully: "Wasn't there a tall monster in Yongdao before, who was going to kill you?

Zhao Wu'an looked at An Qing and blinked innocently, for a while, before he said, "That person, he has no reason to do it, not to mention that the time is not right." Those three were dead before he came here. ”

"You've known each other before?" An Qing asked.

"Hmm. Zhao Wu'an nodded, as if he had fallen into some kind of distant memory, "His name is Wen Chuanyu, and he is my childhood sweetheart." ”

Rao was calm and solemn with An Guangmao, and he was also choked by this sentence and coughed. Looking at An Qing's stunned expression, Zhao Wuan frowned: "What are you thinking, then, the bamboo horse is okay, right? ”

An Qing tilted her head: "Didn't you live in the temple for ten years? ”

Zhao Wu'an smiled, the pulsatilla in his palm spun briskly, and did not answer.

"Since you're a friend, why did he kill you?"

Zhao Wuan shook his head lightly: "It's not a friend." From childhood to adulthood, they may not be friends. We can be said to be lifelong opponents, enemies that must be defeated in this life. I don't have the intent to kill, but his hatred for me, even if he divides my body, it can't be diminished in the slightest. ”

An Qing was slightly stunned.

"But Kong Xiuji definitely didn't kill him. Zhao Wu'an smiled sideways, unable to tell whether he was comforting her or adding to her troubles, "Wen Chuanyu knows me, and must know how I will find the entrance, deliberately leaving a hole in the sparse place of the trees for ambush. But he couldn't just find an ancient tomb and lay in ambush like this, he must have known that I would come to investigate the case, so he would sneak into the ancient tomb. In other words, he entered the ancient tomb only later than I went down the mountain, and it was impossible for him to be the one who killed Kong Xiuji. ”

An Qing was still a little puzzled: "But in such a short period of time, the entrance he left leads straight to the tomb passage......"

"It's just a thief hole left by his predecessors, even if he doesn't have it, he can think of a way. Zhao Wu'an said, his brows raised slightly, "He is the only genius I have ever met." is worthy of the position of the national teacher, and he is really condescending to the rivers and lakes. ”

An Guangmao recovered from his injuries, An Qing and Zhao Wu'an chatted with each other, and the terrifying green ghost stood tired, and sat down on the ground, staring at them. The ancient tomb is gloomy and cold, and the atmosphere in the tomb is warm and warm.

In the shadows, a young man who had fought hard held his sword on the ground, suppressed his mouth and gasped. He inhaled deeply, and the family heirloom method was running rapidly, but he still couldn't stop the tragic injury of blood oozing out all over his body. The ancient sword in his palm was cold and slender, slightly glowing.

This sword is called Luoqing.

Su Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, vibrated his sword and came out, his body like a green phoenix swaying.

The cold light of the falling sword flashed, and it pierced straight into the back of the green ghost. The green-skinned ghost hissed loudly, his face distorted, and his shape was miserable.

Without waiting for the three people in front of him to be surprised, Su Qinghe roared angrily: "Zhao Wu'an, how long do you still have to pretend to be a decent gentleman!"