"Liu Fangfang!" Cheng Ziming said secretly in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He had seen this female ghost once a night before, and judging from her behavior, Liu Fangfang didn't look like she had lost her mind, which made Cheng Ziming a little worried. If Liu Fangfang has really turned into a ghost, then the smart and intelligent ghost is obviously more difficult.

Liu Fangfang looked expressionlessly in the direction of Cheng Ziming for a while, and suddenly turned her head to look at the entrance of the village in the distance. Cheng Ziming didn't know what she was looking at, and under curiosity, he also looked at the entrance of the village through the gap in the fence.

At night, the sight was not very good, and a faint figure in the moonlight was walking slowly in the direction of the Cold Spring Pavilion.

The Hanquan Pavilion closest to the entrance of the village, the leader of the spirit disciple is the righteous son of Boss Sun, a young man known as Brother Sun. One of his attendants in charge of vigilance had sharp eyes, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the entrance of the village, and said in a low voice: "Little Brother Sun, look!"

Brother Sun looked in the direction pointed by his entourage, the figure got closer and closer, Brother Sun saw that it was an acquaintance, and said strangely in his heart: "In the middle of the night, what is he doing here?"

Looking back in the direction where Boss Sun was, Brother Sun thought that he should be able to call the shots about these small things, so he laughed loudly at the person who came through the fence: "Isn't this Blacksmith Zhao?

"Be careful! he's a ghost!" Cheng Ziming suddenly warned in a loud voice. He had seen Carpenter Liu's ghost leaving his body last night, so he could see early in the morning that this Blacksmith Zhao, like Carpenter Liu, was not a living person, but a wandering soul that had left his body.

"What?" Brother Sun had never heard that mortal souls could leave the body at will, this Zhao blacksmith was still alive and well at noon, could it be that he suddenly died in the middle of the night, and then the ghost came to join in the fun?

Just when Brother Sun was stunned, Blacksmith Zhao had already walked in front of the Cold Spring Pavilion, and he didn't stop walking, and he crashed into the pavilion wall in a daze. With a "bang", Blacksmith Zhao's ghost passed through the iron fence without resistance, but was bounced back by the wooden fence. Blacksmith Zhao's soul suddenly faded a lot, obviously injured by the yang power on the anode wood. He took two steps back, rushed towards the Cold Spring Pavilion again, and was bounced back a few steps again, and the body composed of souls was obviously lightened again.

"Ahh

In the center of the pavilion array, Boss Sun's impatient voice came: "What's the name of the ghost! A little soul is scared like this, look at your little breath!"

"Ghosts! There are so many ghosts!, how did you come from the village!" Brother Sun's voice trembled, and his screams did not decrease in volume because of Boss Sun's reprimand.

One of the black-robed young men pulled Brother Sun back a few steps, turned around and said hurriedly in the direction of Boss Sun: "Boss, this little soul is just the head, there are hundreds of ghosts behind him, oh no, almost thousands of ghosts, all of them came out of the village entrance and came to us." ”

The other attendant was much older, but he was even more flustered than Brother Sun, he directly put the fence on the wall of the pavilion and shouted in the direction of Boss Sun: "Boss, help! There are too many ghosts, think of a way!"

Boss Sun was also shocked at this moment, how could the ghost come out of the village? This is not quite what he expected. He grabbed Zhang Laosan, lowered his voice and asked angrily: "How did you come up with the idea! What should I do now!"

Zhang Laosan opened his mouth and muttered: "Boss, it's already like this, now is not the time to hold accountable......"

"Hmph!" Wang Lao Er on the side said impatiently: "I know that you will go wrong, you will not do your business all day long, you will only play tricks! How about now, lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot! What else is there to say, just a few little ghosts." Not to mention hundreds, thousands, no matter how many there are, they are all ghosts that mortals have become! We are also immortal cultivators, mortals are all ants to us when they are alive, and when they die, they become mortal ghosts, but they are just ants who deceive corpses!"

When the three of them were discussing the strategy, the ghost brigade that poured out of the entrance of the village had already arrived in front of the Cold Spring Pavilion. The first to bear the brunt is the pavilion guarded by Brother Sun.

Blacksmith Zhao's eyes were blank, completely unaware of the damage of the anode wood to his soul, and he still tirelessly pounded the pavilion wall. It's just that when he rushed to the wooden pavilion again, before he could be bounced open by the wooden fence, the ghost brigade behind him followed suit.

Spirits can penetrate entities, but they cannot penetrate other spirits. Ghosts can pass through iron fences, but they can't pass through other ghosts. In this way, the ghost presses the ghost, and the ghost in the back resists the ghost in front, and the ghost in the front row is directly slapped on the wooden fence.

Brother Sun looked at a few familiar faces with a pale face through the wooden fence, and asked tremblingly: "Village Chief, Grand Prince, Blacksmith Zhao, Carpenter Liu, what's wrong with you? Don't you know this immortal master?"

As a ghost crowded in the front row, Carpenter Liu's hand grabbed the village chief's head, and Blacksmith Zhao's foot stepped on the feet of the eldest prince. These people were clearly hierarchical when they were alive, but now they have become ghosts, so they obviously don't have to worry so much.

Hordes of ghosts pounced on the wooden fence together, and even the ghosts in the front row were not bounced off by the anode wood. It's just that the ghost attached to the wooden fence has a hideous face, a long mouth, and a body that has become bright and dark.

"They're sucking in the mist!" someone suddenly shouted.

After this reminder, Brother Sun also woke up immediately. These ghosts are really sucking the mist. A thick, cold mist drifted out of the cold spring platform and spread out of the pavilion along the cracks in the fence, and the crowded ghosts sucked it into their mouths. The yin mist wafting out of the cold spring is like a great tonic delicacy, and even the damage of the anode wood can be ignored. In other words, even the damage of anode wood can be eliminated.

The damage of the anode wood and the nourishment of the yin mist alternately, so the ghosts in the front row will have a strange reaction of the body flickering and darkening.

Cheng Ziming has been nervously observing the reaction from the front, although he can't see the situation on the front line clearly because of the distance, but from the shouting just now, he can roughly infer what happened. Originally, according to Boss Sun's expectations, the Cold Spring Pavilion on Cheng Ziming's side should be the front line of the battle with ghosts, and the direction of the village entrance is the big rear. His guess is actually very reasonable, and Cheng Ziming actually agrees with this guess. After all, the enemy of this mission is a ghost, so naturally it should come from outside the village, and the village is full of living people, how can there be ghosts? Therefore, under rational analysis, the enemy can only come from the wilderness in the suburbs, not from the village behind it.

Unexpectedly, everyone guessed wrong, but the result was the opposite, the enemy came from the village behind him, and it was the villagers who were still submissive during the day. Boss Sun lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot this time, which can be regarded as self-inflicted. Seeing the menacing ghosts of the villagers, Cheng Ziming had a dark feeling of revenge on the one hand, and was secretly worried about it on the other hand, whether Boss Sun could bear it?

At this time, I only heard Xiao Li next door trembling and asking, "Grandpa, why have all the villagers become ghosts? Are they all dead?"

"But they were alive and well at noon. Lao Li Tou continued Xiao Li Tou's words. He sighed, turned to Cheng Ziming, and asked loudly, "Cheng Daoyou, how did these villagers become like this?

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