"Master Xiao Li, Master Xiao Wu, do you need me to find some people in the village to accompany you when you go to Wuzitan tonight?" After dinner, Wang Lao Wu said in a serious tone.

"No need for Village Chief Wang, you can't help the ghostly things in the pool. Wu Youqiu shook his head and refused directly, "Let's go, second brother, Jingchen, let's go and meet the evil things in the pool." ”

Then, under the moonlight, the three of them walked through the silent farmland to Wuzitan behind the village. The moon rose at the beginning of the year, slowly drifting into the top, and after a while, the figures of the three appeared on the edge of Wuzi Pond. Wu Youqiu took out a cloth bag containing cinnabar dust from his side and threw it straight towards the middle of the pool.

"We prepare. After throwing the cinnabar into the pool, Wu Youqiu said in a deep voice, and then took a few steps back towards the pool. Li Ge silently performed a ten-way body protection technique, Wu Youqiu also performed a body protection technique, and the three of them all looked at the pool with solemn expressions.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, after the cinnabar bag fell into the pool, a layer of splash was splashed, and the duckweed floating on the water surface in the middle of the pool fluctuated for a while, and after a few breaths, the splash returned to calm, and the undulating duckweed on the surface of the pool also returned to calm.

The three brothers stared at the edge of the pool that had returned to calm, and after half a sound, seeing that there was no slightest wave, Jingchen couldn't help but say, "Big brother, the cinnabar you just threw in the pool didn't reflect." ”

"Cinnabar is a thing of extreme yang, and falling in the pool should attract the attention of the ghosts in the pool, we are waiting. Wu You's request responded, and his eyes still did not leave the calm pool.

Time passed silently, and after another half a column of incense, the calm surface of the pool suddenly shook a layer of big ripples. Seeing this, the three people on the side of the pond all looked pale and hurriedly took a few steps back, Li Ge protected the clean dust behind him, and Wu Youqiu took out a talisman from the Qiankun bag.

The duckweed swayed with the ripples on the surface of the water, and after a short while, two illusory figures silently drilled out of the bottom of the pond and floated on the surface of the wild pool.

The two figures were a man and a woman, the man was surrounded by a faint blue light, wearing a scarlet robe, and a red flower on the top of his head. He is about twenty-four or five years old, his appearance is not handsome, and he is a little rough like Wu Youqiu, with the red flower on his head and the red robe on his body, he looks quite happy.

The woman's body was shining with a faint white light, and her illusory coquettishness was tightly held in the arms of the man, wearing a set of white palace dresses. However, the dress on her body was messy, half-draped on her body, and the back of Luo's exposed muscles was facing the three people on the shore of the pool, and a pair of jade hands tightly surrounded the man in red.

After the two floated to the surface of the lake, the man moved his gaze to the three Li Ge, while the woman turned her head to look at the three on the shore and turned her head again.

When the woman turned around, the moment she saw her face, Li Ge remembered the blue flower girl who died tragically yesterday, wasn't it the woman in front of her. I couldn't help but shout, "Blue Flower Girl." ”

Li Ge's shout came out, and the woman didn't seem to hear it, still leaning her head against the arms of the man in red, her face full of happiness.

"This obstacle may have erased the memories of the Blue Flower Girl. The shouting did not attract the woman's attention, and Li Ge sighed in his heart.

"You three scum who don't know whether you are alive or dead, you dare to disturb the moment of the deity's Spring Festival. The man in red snorted coldly, then stroked the jade back of the woman in his arms, and said with a soft smile, "Seventh lady, you go down first, and wait for the deity to pack up these three scum who don't know whether to live or die, and go back to the cave room with you." ”

The woman nodded happily, and then the white illusory body went directly into the wild pool.

"Perverts, could it be that the seven young women who died tragically in Wangtang Village were all detained by you as ghost concubines in the underworld at the bottom of the lake?" After the spirit of the woman in white burrowed into the bottom of the lake, Wu Youqiu opened his mouth to ask.

"Presumptuous, I dare to call myself a pervert. The man in red shouted angrily, and then raised his hand and pinched a trick, silently performing a spell.

Seeing that the ghost cultivator on the surface of the pool suddenly performed a spell, the faces of the three people on the side of the pool changed greatly. Generally, ghost cultivation techniques do not pinch the trick and chant mantras, and only ghost cultivation that has reached a certain level and has realized some principles of heaven and earth will be so. Those who are in the world are those who were cultivators during their lifetime, and they will only do so after death.

Casting spells is often just a matter of a few breaths, seeing this looming crisis. Wu Youqiu glanced at Li Ge, and the two nodded at the same time as if they had discussed it before, and then performed the technique together.

I saw Li Ge put his hands together, pinched a trick, and stepped on the step gang at the same time, moving in the fairly flat farmland. And Wu Youqiu picked up the talisman he had held in his hand before and threw it up and down twice, and after the talisman was ignited, he directly threw the talisman in his hand into the pool.

Behind the two of them, Jingchen saw that the two brothers were practicing magic, and they put their hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha!", and then their hands formed fists, and their eyes were locked on the red-clothed ghost cultivator on the surface of the pool.

"Devour~" The ghost cultivator in the pool finished the spell first, and snorted coldly in his mouth, and then the fingers of the pinching trick turned around, and then a red mist condensed out of thin air with his illusory hand.

"Hua~" After the red mist appeared, Ghost Xiu spit out a word in his mouth. Then, the mist condensed together and turned into a red mist snake about half a foot long.

Although the Fog Serpent is transformed by red mist, its body is as lifelike as the real thing. Its bent body was coiled on top of Oni Xiu's head, and a pair of eyes that shone green through a deep cold, and spit out the snake letter in its mouth at the three people on the shore.

After the red snake appeared, the murderous intent flashed in the ghost cultivator's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, the hand pinching the trick pointed at the shore. The red snake swam in the air and rushed over.

Jingchen saw the red snake swimming over and the two brothers who were doing the magic, his childish face tightened his teeth, and his fat body quickly moved in front of the two, raised his right fist, and hit the red snake rushing head-on.

Shekou intersected with the small fist, and no sound was found, but a golden light flashed above the fist of the pure dust, and this golden light was the pure yang righteousness emanating from his body.

The magic of the ghost cultivation is a summoning technique, and the thing summoned is a yin snake, which happened to be on the pure yang and righteous qi of Jingchen at this time, and under the collision of yang and yin, the fist directly shook the snake several feet away, and Jingchen also took a few steps back, and finally fell to the ground.

Seeing that the Yin Snake he summoned was shocked back by a little monk, the red-clothed ghost Xiu's face changed, and he sighed in his heart, "It seems that these people are not simple." Immediately, he raised his hand, changed his hand, and silently performed a mantra.

As soon as the curse of the ghost cultivator started, Li Ge on the edge of the pool drank a "lock~" from his mouth. Then, a gray mist appeared out of thin air, enveloping the former. Immediately, the ghost cultivator in the fog stopped all his movements, and floated motionless on the surface of the pool.