Lao Li Tou bowed deeply to Cheng Ziming and Xin Yue, pushed Xiao Li Tou to Xin Yue's side, sighed and said, "Please take care of Xiao Li for a while." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" said that Lao Li still turned around, and floated out of the Cold Spring Pavilion without looking back.

"Grandpa?" Xiao Li Tou was stunned, peeked at Xin Yue's expressionless face, and still didn't catch up.

After Lao Li Tou turned into a ghost, his actions were much more agile. He bypassed Blacksmith Zhao and the village chief, and made a detour to the Hanquan Pavilion where the mantis was, pulled up Gu Siniang, who was sitting on the ground, and walked back with her regardless of it.

"Huh?" Cheng Ziming frowned slightly, and then groaned slightly, and then understood. He nodded slightly, and said secretly: This old Li Tou is very benevolent and righteous, when Gu Siniang did everything possible to calculate everyone, he was willing to save him? But when he turned his head and thought about it, Lao Li Tou had already become a ghost, and he was destined to stay in this ghost world with Xiao Li Tou. If you add Gu Siniang, a female ghost who is connected to the same fate, you can also be a companion together.

While thinking about it, Lao Li Tou had already dragged Gu Siniang back to the Cold Spring Pavilion. Xiao Li Tou rushed forward silently, hugged Lao Li Tou and refused to let go again. Lao Li Tou sighed and hugged Xiao Li Tou tightly. Gu Siniang was stunned for a moment, and after muttering a few "Daddy, Xiaoqi", she finally hid her face and cried with a "wow".

The barbarian glared at Gu Siniang impatiently, and snorted: "Although it is self-inflicted, but for the sake of your relatives who have just died, I will not bury you." ”

Cheng Ziming saw Gu Siniang crying sadly, and there was some discomfort in his heart, so he sighed and said: "The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, seeing them like a ghost, we have to do our best, we must go back alive." ”

"That's it, dying in this ghost place, there is not even a person to collect the corpse and worship......" The native barbarian nodded hurriedly in agreement. When Gu Siniang heard the sentence "There is not even a person to collect the corpse and worship", she cried more and more miserably and loudly.

Cheng Ziming frowned, and couldn't help but want to say a few words of comfort, but suddenly his body involuntarily shivered. He jerked his head back and looked out of the pavilion, facing the ghost eyes of the village chief Lan Sensen.

The village chief's body has completely turned into a white skeleton, the bone spurs on the white bones have grown densely, forming a continuous piece of armor on the chest; the white bones on the front of the fingers are as thin as a blade, and the bone spurs on the forearm are closed and grow into a round shield; the bone spurs on the top of the skull's head are craggy, and the roots grow towards the sky to form a hedgehog-like bone crown; the eye sockets are empty and pitch black, and the eyeballs have long since fallen to nowhere they have fallen, leaving only two dark blue ghost fires hanging in the eye sockets. The ghost fire clearly did not have any look, nor did it carry the slightest emotion, but Cheng Ziming clearly felt that the skeleton village chief was looking at him, and the ghost fire was full of malice.

"Dead zombies!what do you see!" The native barbarian suddenly shrank and took a few steps behind Cheng Ziming with a curse. Suddenly, another cold gaze focused on Cheng Ziming. Blacksmith Zhao's whole body was blue and black, his skin was covered with cyan lines, which emitted a bronze luster in the moonlight, the muscles of his chest and upper arms protruded so much that they almost burst apart, the black corpse qi condensed into jet-black scale armor, which was draped over his waist and abdomen, and the big blue and black head was covered with corpse spots, and the silver-white fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, and there were no pupils in his eye sockets, only a pale patch. There was no color in those eye sockets, but when the white eye sockets turned to Cheng Ziming, Cheng Ziming still obviously felt a chill down his spine.

It seems that the village chief and blacksmith Zhao have completely transformed into powerful ghosts. Cheng Ziming's heart sank when he thought of this. Looking around again, the ghosts of the village had disappeared, apparently torn apart by the village chief and the two ghosts of Zhao Blacksmith. The two ghosts had no other targets, and naturally turned their gaze to the Cold Spring Pavilion where Cheng Ziming was. After all, in the entire area, there are only two living people left, Cheng Ziming and Tumanzi.

The ghost fire flashed in the skull village chief's eyes, and he rushed in the direction where Cheng Ziming was. The skeleton looks fragile, and it seems to fall apart at the slightest move, but it is really fast to run. The village chief has no weight such as skin and internal organs, and the skeleton has long legs and long legs, boasting that there is a distance of three or four steps for ordinary people in one step.

Seeing that the skull village chief was getting closer and closer, Gu Siniang gradually stopped crying, Xiao Li Tou shrank into Lao Li Tou's arms, Lao Li Tou hugged Xiao Li Tou hard, the native man's big hand clenched the anode plank, Cheng Ziming pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, Xin Yue stepped forward quietly, the yin wind in his palm swirled, and in an instant, it turned into a long knife in his hand.

"Poof!" There were several loud noises, and the Skull Village Chief's body slammed, and a puff of smoke and dust scattered a few steps in front of him. The smoke and dust faded, revealing the burly figure of the zombie blacksmith. It turned out that after Zhao Blacksmith became a zombie, his body was so stiff that his joints could not be bent, and he walked by "jumping".

Blacksmith Zhao jumped a few times in a row and jumped in front of the village chief first. His wide body blocked the road between the village chief and the Cold Spring Pavilion, stretched out his stiff arm, pointed at a few people in the Cold Spring Pavilion, and then bent his arm hard, trying to point at himself. Unfortunately, his elbow joint was too stiff to point his finger at him several times, and finally he jumped on the spot twice in a fit of rage, and let out a threatening dry roar.

The Skeleton Village Chief had no expression on his face left with white bones. The ghost fire in his eyes flickered from side to side, flickering for a while. Then he raised his palm, and the white bone on his fingertips burst out of a long section, like the claws of a wild beast. He raised his hand and pointed at Blacksmith Zhao, then swung his bone palm violently, making a downward slashing motion, in which the threat was self-evident.

"Ha!" the barbarian called out softly, and his lowered voice was full of excitement that could not be concealed: "It's good to fight!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the ghost fire in the eyes of the village chief's skeleton flickering, and the flames gradually stabilized. Slowly, the village chief took one step back, two steps, three steps. Then he suddenly turned around, and then ran, faster than when he came, and in the blink of an eye, he was out of the range of the Cold Spring Pavilion.

Blacksmith Zhao rolled his miserable white eyes, looked at the skeleton village chief who had run past the rabbit with a dull face, and then turned his stiff body to look back at the people in the Cold Spring Pavilion. Finally, he lifted his leg and leaped into the air, "Bang, bang!" and chased after the village chief, smashing the ground and shaking for a while.

"Ha!" the barbarian raised his voice a little, and his low voice was full of excitement that could not be concealed: "Look! They ran away and chased after each other, and the fight began!"

Cheng Ziming shook his head with a wry smile and said: "How can there be such a good thing! It's almost dawn, and the ghosts are also ghosts, and they can't see the light of day! What's more, their bodies are not dead yet, and they have been tossing all night, and they are about to go back to have a look." ”

The native barbarian was full of regret: "In this way, I hope they can't catch up and be photographed by the morning sun, so it will be lively!"

The dawn broke in the east, and the clouds on the horizon gradually turned crimson. A few rays of morning light shone into the Cold Spring Pavilion, and a puff of green smoke rose from Gu Siniang's green white fingers. Xin Yue pulled Gu Siniang, who was dazed, and led her into the shadows of the remnant pavilion.

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