The red flute plunged its long nails deep into the ground, and when she pulled them out, five holes appeared in the ground. She waved her hand and shouted, "Qingqiao, bring the basin over!"

When Ye Qingqiao heard this, he hurriedly brought the basin to her, she took the basin and directly poured the liquid in the basin into the five holes.

The orange-yellow liquid slowly seeped into the ground from the holes, and in a few moments, wisps of black smoke came out of the five holes, with a burnt smell, a bit like the smell of skin and flesh roasted on a fire.

Ye Qingqiao couldn't help but ask, "Hongxiao, what's going on?"

"Shh~" Hongxiao made a silent gesture.

Ye Qingqiao held his breath, stepped forward, squatted down like the red flute, and carefully looked at the five holes emitting black smoke.

The ground began to shake slightly, and bursts of rumbling were heard intermittently.

Hongxiao grabbed her hand and ran to the side, "Run!"

The two of them ran away a foot away, and just as they stood still, the place where they had just stood began to shake violently, and a large dirt bag arched up on the surface, and the arch became bigger and bigger, and the dirt and gravel fell one after another, and the last big black head came out.

"It was this black monster who dragged the little corpse down just now!" Ye Qingqiao pointed to the black monster and said to the red flute.

"This is the Aconitum Ghost!" said Hongxiao.

The aconitum screamed, its huge mouth spewing out bursts of black smoke, and the skin on its head festered as if it had a serious skin disease, revealing a large patch of red flesh.

Ye Qingqiao looked at the red flute in surprise and said, "What's wrong with the aconitum ghost?

"It was poured over the contents of the pot, and that's why it became like this. ”

"What the hell is in that basin?

"Pee of the little fire!"

"What?!!Smallfire's pee!"

Just now, his fingers were soaked in the basin, and he vomited~ Ye Qingqiao retched for a while, no wonder the smell was so heavy!

"How can Xiaohuo's urine be so powerful?" Ye Qingqiao asked in disbelief.

"This aconitum is the most yin thing, and Xiaohuo is the most yang thing, and it is best to use its urine to deal with this aconitum ghost!"

Dare to love this aconitum ghost who was drenched in urine by the red flute!

The aconitum ghost is estimated to be in pain on its body, and it keeps twisting around, and its big mouth keeps roaring, when it sees Ye Qingqiao and Hong Xiao standing not far away, its eyes burst out with hatred, it regards the two people on the scene as enemies who have caused it to become like this, but it guessed correctly, it is the two of them.

With a bang, the aconitum stretched out a huge leg, the thickness of a bucket, and the leg was covered with long black hair.

Then, with a bang, another leg came out.

Boom, boom, boom!

......

The aconitum ghost had bare legs all over the place, and his whole body was completely exposed, quite strong and tall, and there was a large strand of green hair behind his head.

The big black head, burned by the fire urine stars, looked funny, terrifying and disgusting.

Ye Qingqiao asked: "Speaking of Yang, now this aconitum ghost should have lost most of its strength, I'll clean it up." ”

The red flute suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that the aconitum ghost was straight, he ran over in annoyance. Ye Qingqiao raised the Fengming knife, his heart and hands trembled a little with the ground, and he continued to talk as if he was on guard: "Hongxiao, it seems that he is still very violent, this guy." ”

The red flute made a muffled gourd-like voice: "Girl, it's really strange that you have held me back for a long time, I have forgotten some things." It's not wrong to be yang to yin. This fire and water are also mutually reinforcing. Xiaohuo's urine, I'm afraid it's going to add a bit of violence to this guy......"

"Then withdraw first...... No, what about innocence and corpses?"

It's too late, it's too soon. The aconitum ghost had already slapped at the two of them, it was hard to distinguish, it was really an arm thicker than a thick thigh, a palm wider than a plantain, a black nail longer than a sword, and ...... Flowing hair...... These two little women, a woman and a female ghost, are about to die when they look at the posture.

"Slow!" Hong Xiao suddenly pointed at the aconitum ghost in a chic and charming manner, but he didn't know whether to persuade the aconitum ghost or persuade Ye Qingqiao.

But it was also strange, as she snorted, the big hairy arm stopped in the air, the wind stopped sweeping, and the ground trembled. Ye Qingqiao tried to sense it, but he didn't have the slightest skill, and he was also surprised by this red flute in his heart, and he looked at the following in ignorance, like passers-by watching the excitement.

"Do you know who I am?" asked with a smile.

Neither of them reacted, and she continued, "It stands to reason that this is your turf. We have intruded on you in the first place. But there is something to discuss! Our two friends fell into your hands for no reason, so why should we use some means?"

"And look at yourself, the black-headed green hat is extremely reckless, and it is extremely ugly, so what does it matter if you hurt a little flesh and skin?"

"I think you should have been a hero and a man when you were alive, what you care about is pride! talent! stupidity! Do you want to be so fierce to the two of us?"

At this point, Ye Qingqiao was confused. The aconitum ghost didn't move, and he let out a loud roar impatiently.

When it comes to these ghosts, not all of them can speak. Some souls have not been out for a long time, some have too much anger before their deaths, and some have too much love and hatred. Some of them have gained some cause and effect, and they can concentrate on ghost cultivation, but they can also be preserved. The normal situation is slowly lost, only the ferocity and malice remain, the emotion disappears, and the language is degraded.

Right now, this aconite-headed ghost is just strong and strong, and he is a hungry ghost. The reason why he stopped attacking was just that he instinctively felt the yin qi and understood that this red flute was the same kind of thing, so he was just wrong for a while.

It didn't take long for Ye Qingqiao to understand this kind of point.

Hongxiao was still unconscious, seeing that the aconitum ghost was restless, and he was about to be vicious, and shouted again: "What? Little ghost! I insist that the old lady can't report the way? I'm not afraid that it's a pity that you have to practice with a ghost body for thousands of years?"

This time, the aconitum ghost was really stupid and ugly again, and it didn't move.

Ye Qingqiao was also confused again, and thought for a moment: Could it be that there is really another way of communication between ghosts and ghosts? She unconsciously asked, "What kind of trick are you?"

Hong Xiao replied nonchalantly: "I can't see this, I'm reasoning with him." The positive ones also talk about it, and the negative ones also talk about it. Just see if he understands?"

Ye Qingqiao said in his heart: Yes, my question is whether he understands or doesn't understand, why don't he understand the chatter? Either run away or do it!

The red flute retorted and smiled poignantly at the aconitum ghost: Hey, do you want to hear the story of the slave family? That's really a sad and beautiful story...... 2k reading web