Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"Whoo..."

It was midnight, and the night wind blew the sea of ​​trees, making ghost cries.

Different from the ghosts I have seen before the year, although the soul of the righteous man has a ghostly aura, his aura is not evil.

I saw it was standing there with a bamboo hat on its head, wearing a Luo jacket, and holding a whistle stick, its aura was as high as three or four floors.

On the contrary, Ji Nian, who seems impermanent and green and stiff, is more like a heinous demon heretic.

After confronting each other for half a minute, a green light flashed in the dark pupils of the souls of the martyrs.

The next moment, the black tiger guarding it roared and rushed out. From a distance, it looked like a black mountain collapsed, and a huge rolling stone came from the sky.

The green zombie flashed by at a speed that didn't fit its burly figure, and with a slight force on its feet, it leaped vertically into the sky, and under the blessing of corpse aura and kinetic energy, it stomped heavily on the ghost tiger's spine.

Just hearing a "bang", Ghost Tiger's entire body sank in an instant, and even the ground beneath him had cracks like spider webs.

Lu Zong was so powerful that he won't let anyone down. Once he succeeded in a blow, he used the ghost tiger's back as a jumping bed, jumping up and down repeatedly, as if venting the negative emotions that were crushed by the [Drowning Ghost in the Cold Pool].

But just as it was ravaging the ghost tiger, the soul of the righteous soldier came out from one side, under the huge force, the whistle stick in his hand almost turned into half an ellipse, and hit Ji Nian's head straight.

Seeing this scene, Ji Nian didn't feel any better, but Su Wen, who was hiding in the dark and silently protecting him, suddenly straightened up, subconsciously going to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Bai Wuchang, who was guarding Ji Nian, blocked the only way of stick head at an incomparably ghostly speed.

The empty arm raised up, it just collided with the offensive, and the timing was just right.

Only two "cracks" were heard, the stick split from the middle, and bounced towards the grass in the opposite direction without slowing down.

Su Wen, who was born in the army, didn't react slowly. In an instant, he wrapped his arms with mental power to block the incoming "little flying stick".

Unexpectedly, a cool and strange energy mixed with a little bit of incense smelled at this moment along the half of the stick, directly through his arms and face, and hit his wisdom teeth.

In just a split second, the strong sourness followed the nerves and rushed straight to his brain.

"Hiss!!! Haah..."

The next moment, Su Wen gasped, his pupils suddenly dilated, and even trembled in pain.

"Wori..."

Under the severe pain, he couldn't help looking up at the sky, two lines of old tears slowly slid down his cheekbones, and it took him a long time to recover.

At this time, he turned his head to look in the direction of Ji Nian again, but he was facing a pair of smiling eyes that shone with aura and were quite divine.

Su Wen took a few steps back subconsciously, but saw Bai Wuchang squatting outside the grass, looking at him with a smile.

"The blue quality can see through my camouflage, and can break through my defenses without my defenses. What is the situation with this Kaling?"

Su Wen covered half of his face, his eyes filled with amazement.

At this time, Ji Nian, who had just sealed the dead soul of the martyr and the big black cat, also heard the movement in the grass, and hurried towards this side:

"Mr. Su, good evening."

Seeing Su Wen standing bowed in the grass, Ji Nian didn't know that the other party was here to protect him, so he said with a light smile.

"The card design is good."

Su Wen used a ray of mental power to wipe away the swelling and pain on his face along his fingertips, and then added: "It's really good."

"Okay."

Ji Nian said modestly: "I worked hard at home for a summer, and I lost my hair thinking about the story. Looking at it now, the effect is not bad."

Hearing this, Su Wen suddenly felt guilty.

After sighing lightly, he couldn't help but patted Ji Nian on the shoulder again.

He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, his mind became a little chaotic.

After a while like this, he couldn't think of what he wanted to say at all, and finally he only choked out the sentence "rest early, I'll go to see other students", and disappeared into the vast night.

Looking at his back as he turned and left, Ji Nian always felt that something was wrong.

It can be seen that the other party's figure is agile, and it doesn't look like there is a problem, so he temporarily suppressed this doubt in his heart, and went home with two newly acquired blue materials.

Lying on the sofa in the villa, he thought to himself:

"When I was building Qi Ye, I used four blue materials: [Fang Liang Ghost], [Rotten Intestine Yaman], [White Man Pole], and [Ghost Shackles]."

"[The Drowned Ghost in the Cold Pool] and [The Soul of the Righteous Man] just correspond to the first two, that is to say, I have to buy two more item-like materials that match the Eighth Master, to be safe."

"Let's ask Lao Su tomorrow."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but yawned.

After two tough battles in a row, his mental strength was consumed by 30% to 40%, so he was a little sleepy at the moment.

So, after carefully putting away the two materials, he went upstairs to sleep.

Rather than his understatement.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for most people.

Just when he fell asleep beautifully, other students were being ravaged by evil spirits.

In fact, with Raven's care, they don't have any security problems at all.

But Su Wen had some psychological shadows because of the "Roshan incident", and was always worried that they would have accidents.

So he changed from the previous style of "hands-off shopkeeper", ran around and rescued many times, he can be called a firefighter in the card maker.

But tired enough.

And so on until the next morning.

Exhausted, he looked at the rising sun in the sky, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, then took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Ziliang, are you awake?"

"It's up." The person on the other end of the phone answered quickly, but at the end, he sneezed twice.

"Nephew, I remember that you are in good shape, why are you still sick?" Su Wen couldn't help asking.

"Uncle Su's words are layman's terms, isn't it that card masters don't get sick? As the saying goes, 'one sound, two curses, three colds', I think this is clearly someone talking bad things about me behind my back. For example, taking what happened to me not long ago as a Negative textbooks, scaring students and so on..."

At the end, Bai Ziliang chuckled and said in an inexplicable tone, "Uncle Su, what do you think?"

"Haha, how can that be." Su Wen smiled a little guilty: "Nephew, you are the idol of the younger generation in Taoyuan. It was just a mistake. Whoever dares to speak about you behind his back will see if he doesn't break his leg!"

"Hehe, I think you are the old guy who talks the most."

Bai Ziliang was scornful in his heart, but he thought that the other party might have something serious to mention, so he didn't continue to dwell on this topic: "What instructions does Uncle Su have?"

"Damn, my nephew is being too serious, so I can't talk about instructions." Su Wen chuckled and said, "Uncle just wants to trouble you."

"Say, I'm listening."

Sensing that there was something wrong with the other party's tone of voice, Bai Ziliang's hand holding the phone paused for an instant, and an ominous premonition arose.

"I made a mistake, I shouldn't have answered this call."

Bai Ziliang slapped his head and couldn't help sighing.