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The two fled frantically, oblivious to everything that was happening behind them.

Behind them were countless neighing and chaotic footsteps, and the entire courtyard seemed to come to life, as if dozens of "people" were chasing after them.

I don't know if it's an illusion, in the huge courtyard, Wu Ming always feels that they are gradually moving away from the iron gate, but for some reason they are running in the direction of the castle.

After discovering this, Wu Ming was startled by his own thoughts, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't run, let's ......"

"Bang! Oops!"

Although he slowed down, Shen Cong behind him was still chasing hard, and in an instant, the two collided again.

"Shen Cong, what are you doing...... Ah——!h

He saw that Shen Cong's face was pale, his steps were vain, as if he had been squeezed dry, and at some point there was an old foreign man in a red dress lying on his back?

But what was even more strange was that the old man was patiently licking Shen Cong's neck, and when he saw Wu Ming's gaze, he only smiled slightly.

As if to say that the next one is you!

Out of the instinctive reaction of long-term exercise, Wu Ming's face suddenly turned red, and a blazing heat wave burst out from his body. It was as if boiling water had suddenly poured over him, and a large amount of white steam snaked upward.

"Die!" With

a loud shout, under Shen Cong's panicked gaze, Wu Ming grazed his ear with a fist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the old man flew out upside down and fell the grass not far away, he raised his head in shock, completely revealing his sharp fangs, ......as if asking why he was beaten?

What...... ......" Shen Cong asked in a hoarse voice, the dark circles on his eye sockets were even more than two circles.

Seeing Shen Cong like this

, Wu Ming was stunned: "Are you okay?" "It's okay, it just feels like your body has been hollowed out......" Shen Cong held

Wu Ming's shoulders and said breathlessly: "What's going on?" "Uh......" Looking at the other party's situation, Wu Ming flashed a trace of unbearability in his heart, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, he is a woman and very beautiful, but you still don't look at it."

"Good ......" I don't know if I don't want to accept the reality, Shen Cong buried his head in Wu Ming's chest, and his shoulders shrugged slightly.

At this time, Wu Ming looked at the old man for the first time.

The old man had gray hair and red eyes, a hooked nose, and a hideous scar running through his entire face.

He looked thin, standing there like a bamboo pole, but he was very particular about his dress, wearing a black and red evening dress, with tight leather pants and leather shoes, he looked quite old-fashioned, with a kind of retro gothic flavor.

But if he didn't laugh, presumably Wu Ming would only think that this was a spiritual old man, but as long as he smiled, he could clearly see his mouth full of fangs, which was very scary.

At this time, the old man was not ashamed that he was knocked away, but first lowered his head to inspect it, and solemnly patted off the weeds and dust stained on his clothes.

With a calm and calm look, it seemed that he didn't take Wu Ming to heart at all, and even his clothes were more important than "eating".

"What's the situation now, can I raise my head?" Shen Cong was stunned.

"Wait a minute, the other party is sorting out the clothes. Wu Ming said matter-of-factly.

Tidy up your clothes?!

Shen Cong was even more confused, and then an indescribable expression appeared on his face. Could it be that the one who hollowed me out is really a beauty?

With great excitement, Shen Cong slowly turned his head and fell his gaze on the old ghost who had just finished packing up his clothes and was raising his head.

The two were separated by a few meters, looking at each other ......

Shen Cong was stunned for a moment when he saw the other party's appearance and fangs

, and then, surprise, fear, pain, confusion, and all kinds of wonderful expressions appeared on his face, which made his already weak body tremble suddenly.

"Festival mourning......" Wu Ming patted the other party's shoulder, and he could understand his mood very well at the moment.

It's like that sentence, what did you make an appointment...... ...... with tears

Just when Shen Cong fell into despair, the old man raised his head and looked at Wu Ming again, there was no ripple in his calm eyes, and there was no ferocity just now, as if the person who was seriously "washing vegetables" just now was not him.

However, the old ghost in this state inexplicably gave Wu Ming a lot of pressure, like the calm before the storm, brewing what was going to happen next.

And the old man's "momentum" at this time has also changed, in Wu Ming's eyes, he can clearly see the huge and hideous blood-colored crow behind the old ghost, it is more like a fierce ghost with a crow mask, dancing in the air.

"Shen Cong, you better stand back, I'm probably going to be unable to take care of you later. Wu Ming's muscles tensed all over his body, and he stared at the old man tightly, and a trace of white mist steamed up from his body again.

When facing non-human things, Wu Ming didn't dare to be careless at all, but just now he touched the other party, which also made Wu Ming's heart settle down a lot, and he remembered Yang Bo's teachings ......

"Qi exists in many forms, it has no fixed shape, volume, it can be breathing, it can be cold and hot in nature.

"Qi exists in what people can smell, in their mental state, even in their physical and non-physical states. "

But there is one kind of qi that is the most special, and that is super feeling, which is why Wu Ming can see the aura exuded by the other party.

If you have to give an example, it's similar to the concept of divine consciousness in Xiuxian novels, obviously you don't see the other party, but you can detect the existence of the other party through some means.

This is the collision between one's own and other people's aura, and then the brain analyzes and transmits the presented dynamic graphics.

However, according to Yang Bo, the types of qi we know are actually only the tip of the iceberg, and there are many more qi that we have not come into contact with or have been exposed to but do not know about its existence.

Of course, ghosts and ghosts are also a special kind of qi existence, but Yang Bo didn't believe in these things, so he didn't elaborate on them at that time.

But now that he has met it today, Wu Ming has almost believed what Yang Bo said later.

That is: "Any qi can absolutely collide, transmit and interfere with each other." "

Since I can hit you, then I want to see what the ghosts are scary about today!" Wu Ming's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the exaggerated muscles bulged, tearing his shirt a little.