Nan Chan

The ghosts walked in a hurry, dragging a heavy chain through the window, it seems that there is no doubt, or there is something to do, not wanting extra-budget. When they left, Jinglin regained his hand.

The net lining refers to the robes, and the wide blouse will fall on the shoulders. He casually tied his belt, thoughtfully.

The sky followed him like a tail and asked, "What is it?"

"A bird." Jing Lin clothing is neat, just want to step up, was blocked in front of a strong.

The coffin leaned against the door and blocked the way of Lin Lin. He said: "What does Huang Quan’s ghost chase after the bird? It’s scented and scented, not like a monster, but like a ghost.”

"That is the Raksha bird, the corpse is tempered, and it is good to change the illusion, good..." Jing Lin was a little bit, and said in a serious way, "Good fish."

The cross-arms are leaning over the sky. "Good fish? Why don't you come here to find me."

"The fish elsewhere is more fat." Jing Lin did not change the color.

The sky looked at the net Lin with a suspicious look, and the heart always felt wrong. But he was used to the seriousness of Jinglin. He never saw who he had cheated, so he asked, "A bird that eats fish, what is the ghost chasing it?"

"Maybe not chase it." Jing Lin said, "It is the soul."

Huangquan Road has to leave the Tianjin shore, and the ghosts and dying souls can reach the palace. There are countless deaths in this spirit, and these errands are not good to do. Often, because of the one and a half moments later, they have lost the ghosts to be held. Therefore, once a person's life is approaching, the ghost difference will wait outside the window early, treat the person with anger, and put on the chain to take it away. The human life spectrum only identifies and writes the person who is dead at the end of life. As for the dying and sudden need to rely on the gods of the local authorities to inform the demarcation division, then the division is submitted to the king of the king, and the king of the king will send the ghost again. Poorly rushed to. If there is a delay, the ghosts to be detained will be lost. The big one in the middle of the road, if you lose it, you will find a needle in a haystack. It is hard to find. But this escorting record is often linked to the promotion of the ghosts, so now that a person is out of life, the ghosts do not score four legs to hurry.

But tonight is a little different, it is actually the Raksha bird first, it can be seen that there will be people in the town who will die when they die. This matter is different from the usual, Xu is the reason of the bronze bell.

The sky smashed out the net cuffs, licking his thumb and looking at the outside. He was smaller and smaller than the stone villain. He was hiding in the net sleeves because the Raksha bird of the "good fish" in the net mouth would catch him, and he was not enough to swallow the bird at the moment.

The night is still silent, the wind is not continuing, and the snow is falling.

The net lining green blouse is covered with a lantern, and a lantern is presented in a cold and clear manner. The sole is silently stepped on the thin and thin snow, leaving no trace. He searched the streets and has been away for a long time.

"You are more like a mortal." Cang looked up and looked at him for a long while and said, "Is it a mortal?"

Net Lin did not answer, but said: "When you are hiding in your sleeve, don't take it easy."

"You always avoid and don't answer, but you will have a reason for it." The sky was lazy and wrapped himself in a sleeve cloth, only braving his head. "You hide your heart so deeply, I am afraid that I will be one day. Swallowing clean, do you realize some of the seven passions?"

"You are contradicting yourself." Jing Lin said.

The sky knows that he is talking about the words that he bite in front of his neck. He does not disable the tip of his tongue and reaches the tooth. He said: "You can't believe in the words, no one has told you?"

Jing Lin looked at him and did not answer. The sky knows the loss, but he does not feel wrong. He is only worried about whether Jing Lin is a human being or a **** or a ghost. However, Jing Lin always keeps a close eye on this issue, which makes him more scratching his heart, and he has to find out what is going on.

Just thinking, the net Lin has stopped. Before the sky had not had time to look around, it was gently dialed into the sleeve. He rolled in the net Lin sleeves, and then another squid sat up on the cross-legged legs, listening to the outside movements.

The lantern that the net Lin carried was smashed, and he stood in front of a closed door. The door is grassy, ​​the wood is old, and the snow on the soil steps looks at the ice for a long time, but no one cleans it.

The **** smell in the air is like rust in the night, smelling the throat and numbness of the scalp. The sky heard the sound of the monster eating, creaking, and smashing the bones.

"It’s not a good place to hunt this place in the daytime." After the two hands were on the pillow, they laughed. "It seems that there is a good place to eat clearly."

As soon as his voice came out, the chewing sound inside stopped.

When the net Lin touched the tip of the toe, the door slammed open. The ghosts have long since disappeared, and the blood is frozen on the ground, and the blood of the drag is wiped out from the narrow inside door. In the entry of the net Lin, the courtyard is narrow, and there are only two houses. One is for rest and the other is a miscellaneous house. The door did not have a curtain, and one window was old and damaged. The blood of the splash was squeezed from the hole in the window. Not long ago, the face was still attached, and the red paper had already immersed the window paper.

The body was not seen in the hospital. It seemed to be from the inside of the house to the front of the firewood house. It was found that there was no death. The wooden bolts with the door were completely unrecognizable, and eventually the people were dragged back. The snow still has the indentation of the fight, and the footprint printed on the top is the size of the child.

Jing Lin stood around and looked around. The sky suddenly said: "I smell the taste of the person, the one who stole the copper bell."

But there is no one here, what are the thieves coming here? He knew that he had been chased by the monsters, and it was more concealed to escape to the town.

Net Lin then entered the inner house, the darkness was difficult to distinguish, and his lantern flames glimpsed and faintly lit up. However, at the moment of the light, a face that was smashed and smashed face the net Lin, staring at him with sorrow.

Net Lin took a step back, but it was not afraid, but it was suspect. This population is difficult to close, and the flesh and blood that seems to be swallowed seems to be stuck in the throat, and it can only be hard to vomit.

"My..." He stuffed his hands in his mouth, and he was forced to be near the net. "I...my..."

The tip of the sky is fretting: "Smelly dead, it is, that bird."

The Raksha bird swallowed half a squat, and the saliva mixed with the pieces and squatted down. It explored the net.

The sky immediately snorted: "Hugh told it to touch you, or I will tear it off!"

The net Lin sleeves, the sky will not speak out in the sleeves. It was too late, and the Raksha bird heard the sound and had already mourned. It squirmed in the throat and slammed into the sleeves of the net, and tried to catch the sky. In the sleeves, the sky is staring at Venus, holding the fingers of the net, and thinking about it is a bite.

The long body of the dragon suddenly emerged, and the sky was covered with scales, which was like the look of the sea scorpion. He shook his head against the back of the Raksha bird, squatting down and slamming his face on the ground.

"I don't care who you are." The sky was cold and cold, "But my food, you dare to take it!"

The sound is still falling, and the net Lin will take a look after him. The sky was actually reclined, and the human body that fell heavily above almost passed him.

Jing Lin sharply captured the copper ringtone, he lifted his foot and turned it, and the strong wind slammed into the smashing room, and the Raksha bird rolled back. He glared at the sky with his claws and claws in one hand, and painted the hand in one hand. The blue light was slightly bright, and the virtual symbol was a big one, and the two were blocked behind the sign. However, the net Lin was bitten by the sky two nights, where he could still hold it. The next moment, the rune was shaken by the sound of the Raksha bird, and the blue light shattered.

Net Lin’s chest sank and covered his blood.

The Raksha bird doubles and slams into each other and digs straight into the eyes of Jinglin. The cross of the sky was blocked, and the scales quickly overturned the arm. Even so, the Raksha bird was scratched with blood.

"But it’s a must," Cang said. "How can it become so strong!"

The net Lin was not even, and the two men retired together. He recruited the sleeves to attract the wind, and the snowflakes were swarmed. The Raksha bird finally showed its full appearance, and the two looked like the body of the body, turning into the old man with facial defects. The snowflake twisted like a knife, and the Raksha bird screamed in unison, but did not see a little wound.

"It ate a copper bell."

The net Lin dialect is not over, the Raksha bird has torn open the wind, and the gray wings are cracked from the back, and the wind sweeps the snow and rushes.

The cultivation of the sky is determined, the Linghai is unstable, and it is the reason for the greed of the pure spirit of the forest. At this moment, even if he fights with his life, he may not have played the Raksha bird. Unless you take a few bites of net Lin, swallow a few times. It is not necessary to say that Lin Lin has already squandered the Linghai Sea because of the injury, and the whole system is hanging in one breath. It used to be in the garden, but it was because of the bells of the town, so that he could not gather. If the brass bell is still there, it will not be so embarrassing, but now he has lost the bell, he has already fallen.

The sky lifted its feet and stepped on the door to slam the Raksha bird. He pressed the gravity, and the Raksha bird explorer struggled beside him, his wings fluttering behind the door.

"Give me the original!" The sound of the sky was soaked, and the impact of the Raksha bird, the door panel was already overwhelmed.

The head of the Raksha bird suddenly broke through the door panel and screamed, "My...my!"

Jing Lin said: "It looks like you."

The sky immediately tightened the arm of Jinglin and hated: "Fart! I look like this? I look like this in your eyes?"

When he saw that he would be wrong, he couldn’t correct it. He just slammed into the sky and hit him back a few steps and rolled to the ground. The sky was smashed by the net Lin, and the firewood that was smashed down smashed down. He snorted, swaying the mess of debris, dragging the waist of Jinglin, and slamming the man directly onto his shoulder, and turned up agilely.

The Luosha bird's gray wings cover the sky, and even the face changes into a bird phase. The sky and the net Lin reached out and grabbed the wall, slammed on it, and turned around and ran.

"You yell at me, it doesn't eat fish at all, it is a cannibal, a food-eating, a food-eating!" The sky jumped on the roof and ran wildly in the night snow.

Net Lin’s head was so shackled on his shoulders, and his stomach rolled over, almost to be sour. He couldn't stand the general sigh, and pressed it in the back of the sky. Unexpectedly, the "giggle" sound came, and the Raksha bird swept his hair and flew down. Like the two of them, the strange and ugly face had already been explored.

Jing Lin stared at it coldly, the night wind rose again, and it swayed its wings. The Raksha bird actually daring at this moment and shivered. The sky flies into several houses at this moment, and it slams down, and the street continues to run.

Jing Lin felt that the night scene was blurred. In this earthquake, I remembered a little bit of dust. He clenched his clothes and had a splitting headache. The sky was not aware of it and pulled him into his arms.

"Net Lin?" The sky leaped again. He walked in the heavy snow and pinched the face of Jinglin. "Don't sleep!"

Jing Lin closed his eyes and tightened the clothes of the sky, saying: "This is not right."

The sky was chased in a hurry, and the breathing was also confused. He can't tell the direction in the heavy snow, but the surrounding roof can't run! The back of the sky slammed into the cold wind, and he sank away, but he did not expect a left-handed shackle to pull a lock. He couldn't do it, and he saw it hurt. In the light stone fire, the plain white wrist was exposed on the left side of the sky, and the chain was taken firmly. The ice quickly covered the back of the hand, and the net Lin did not see the wound, but ticking the bleeding beads. The other hand of Jinglin wiped the blood beaded, and the finger was rubbed between the lips.

"Satiate." Net Lin gently shocked, the ice was broken, and he said clearly, "We don't run."

The paper-like ghosts stood around and the chains creaked and surrounded the two.

They are clearly slower than the ghosts, and they will not meet each other. At this moment, they are before the ghosts. It can be seen that this place is indeed evil, and this is like someone who is giving them a special set.

The sky lost his patience as soon as he fled, his tongue tipped along the red, and he cleaned the generous gift of Jinglin.