The night is sultry, the yard is full of hoarfrost, and the sound of insects is in the ears, adding to the quietness.

Liu Yanchang lay quietly on the bed, thinking of Yan Chixia's words, he couldn't fall asleep over and over. The cold moonlight poured into the house along the broken window lattice, the autumn wind whispered across the eaves of the house, and boundless thoughts flew uncontrollably all over the land and mountains. This is a world full of demons and monsters, how can I deal with myself?

Liu Yanchang couldn't help but smile bitterly at the same time, isn't it like in a dream when he has traveled through to the present?

According to Yan Chixia's judgment, the old man and the little girl are painted skin. The so-called painted skin is to peel off the whole complete human skin and then cover one's body. In this way, the ghost has the cover of human skin, it is not easy to be seen through, and there is no need to be afraid of direct sunlight.

In this way, the deeds of the old man and the little girl are not completely fictional, they may have happened years or even decades ago, and no Liu Yanchang could lend a helping hand at that time.

Therefore, their grandfather and grandson died of hunger and cold, and their bodies were transported to mass graves and hastily buried. However, their souls did not escape the slavery of the Servant Ghost King, and their bodies were still devastated, and their entire skin was peeled off.

Liu Yanchang thought a lot, his breathing gradually stabilized, and the whole person fell into a mysterious and peaceful state, as if he was asleep. But he knew in his heart that it was impossible to fall asleep tonight, and he had to deal with the sneak attack of the Ghost King in the middle of the night.

As the fifth watch approached, the bright moon fell in the west, and as the moonlight exited the house, the house became darker.

Gusts of cool breeze poured in through the cracks in the window lattice, whining, as if it were the cry of a ghost.

"Is it coming?" Liu Yanchang remained motionless, thinking quietly in his heart, he felt a cold breath approaching, and in the middle of the night, it was particularly infiltrating.

Liu Yanchang controlled his breathing and listened to the sound with his ears pricked up. Just listen to the sound of light footsteps from far and near, stepping on the ground one by one, as if knocking on his heart. It's like a duel between the two, and at this moment, you can't help but keep your heart beating.

If you look at the footsteps, it should be that girl coming. Liu Yanchang quietly clenched the Meteorite Sword on his side, only to hear her hand put on the door, and with a slight push, the door squeaked with a strange sound.

The door is finally open!

Liu Yanchang's nervous mood was relieved at this moment, just waiting for her next move. Some people will be nervous and scared before the event, but when it comes to the end, they will be able to calm down.

Liu Yanchang is this kind of person, and this kind of person is the easiest to achieve, the fear in advance will make him cautious, and the big heart when it comes to the end can make him better deal with problems.

On the contrary, more people boast about Haikou in advance, unprepared, and can only be a shrunken turtle that complains about the sky.

The little girl should be under the control of the servant ghost king, and approached Liu Yanchang's bedside step by step, without the slightest hesitation, and took out a sharp silver needle from her arms. This needle was more than a foot long, and it still exuded a glowing luster in the dark night, and it was obviously also a magic weapon that had been cultivated and polished.

The little girl was petite, her shot was as fast as the wind, and the silver needle was like a small sword in her hand, "whoosh" and stabbed Liu Yanchang's eyebrows. If this needle is pricked, I am afraid that it will directly penetrate the brain marrow, and even if I have ten lives, I will have to lose it.

Liu Yanchang felt the cold front attacking, and quickly turned over and dodged the fatal blow.

The little girl didn't expect that she could be dodged with such a fatal blow? Was it because Liu Yanchang didn't fall asleep, or was his luck too good?

However, she is just a tool used by the Ghost King, and she doesn't have much wisdom, since she can't hit it again, until she kills Liu Yanchang.

Liu Yanchang originally wanted to use himself as bait, and the ghost king of the fishing service personally took action. Unexpectedly, this old ghost was really cautious, and he had already broken into his side, and he refused to risk his life, so he only sent the refining Soul Eater to do it.

Liu Yanchang felt the little girl's silver needle pierce the back of his head again, and no longer continued to pretend to be asleep, he lifted the quilt and threw it at the little girl. At the same time, the carp turned over and got up, and pulled out the Meteorite Sword with a "bang".

The sword light is shining and the aura is overflowing, which is the strange treasure of driving away evil spirits, forcing the little girl to dare not continue to move forward.

"Ghost King, I know it's you, don't you even have the courage to fight head-on?" Liu Yanchang stabbed straight with a sword, the sword momentum was simple, like a dragon out of the water, there was nothing fancy to speak of.

But the Ghost King didn't answer, and controlled the little girl's hands to reach out to his face, but with a forceful tear, the entire human skin was torn in half, and no blood flowed out. Instead, a puff of black smoke rose into the sky, faintly revealing a hideous little ghost's face, and rushed straight out of the door.

The Servant Ghost King thought clearly, he had already seen that Yan Chixia was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he was full of sword energy, and he was ready to flee in defeat. As long as the green mountains are left, there is no fear of no firewood.

The ghost body is light and floats away, even if Liu Yanchang has a skill, there is nothing he can do about it. I don't have to say anything about his strength, as well as the power of the Falling Star Sword, but if he can't touch anyone, he is blind.

Liu Yanchang shouted: "Brother Yan, it's up to you!"

I only heard Yan Chixia laughing loudly in the courtyard, and said loudly: "Brother Liu, don't worry, today Yan will clear the demon atmosphere for Jun Dang, and return Qingxi to a bright and bright world." ”

Liu Yanchang hurriedly broke out of the door, and saw Yan Chixia slap the sword bag, the sword rose into the sky, and with a long roar, the small sword grew in the wind, turning into a sword light and galloping out.

The sword light was awe-inspiring, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, directly stabbing at the little ghost who had just escaped. The ghost thing walked against the wind, but it was far worse than the speed of the sword, but it took a breath to hear, only to hear a terrible howl in the night sky, where the sword light shone, it was obvious that the little ghost had been cut under the sword.

Liu Yanchang's heart was shocked, and his eyes were very hot, this is the swordsmanship, how majestic is it to take the head of the enemy general thousands of miles away?

Seeing that Yan Chixia had already packed up a little ghost, Liu Yanchang hurriedly rushed to the room where the ghost king was arranged, only to see that there was only a broken human skin on the bed, and he was afraid that he had already fled from here.

"Brother Yan, it seems that the Ghost King has escaped!" didn't catch the main master, Liu Yanchang couldn't help but be a little lacking in interest. It cannot be exterminated today, and there are many more sinister traps waiting for him in the future.

Yan Chixia said with a smile: "If you run away, the monk can still run to the temple? Since his foothold is in the mass grave outside the town, when we catch up, kill him cleanly!"

Seeing that he was arrogant and striking, Liu Yanchang was deeply infected, and immediately raised the Meteor Sword and said loudly: "Brother Yan is reasonable, we will go and destroy his thief's lair!"

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