Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The originally deserted Huangshan Village has become noisy at this time, and it is playing music and singing, and it is juggling and showing off, which is very lively.

Although there are not many people on the annie side, they all have hideous faces, gritted teeth, and full of resentment. Especially Mrs. Chen, whose face is covered with black lines, looks very terrifying.

As for Chu Renmei, although they all had dull faces, they had a strange smile on their lips and their eyes were full of covetousness. The black head was so cruel that it seemed that the ghost soldiers had passed by.

All the eyes of both sides were focused on Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu. One was carrying a sedan chair and the other was carrying a coffin, and walked towards the two of them in a daze.

While walking, he also played strange drums and music, which made people feel upset.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a small white boat..."

"My husband is in his heart, asking, and I answer when my heart is broken..."

The two sides were like a competition, one was racing and the other was loud, which was very annoying.

"Uncle Jiu, you are well-informed. Is there any way to counter it?"

Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu leaned against their backs, one holding a peach wood sword and the other holding a gossip mirror. The two looked at the enemy in front of them with alertness.

"I've seen each other well and had never seen such a scene! I've attracted two evil spirits at once, but I didn't do this even if I was trying to die!"

When Wang Xuebin heard Uncle Jiu's words, his face turned embarrassed and felt full of anger.

He thought that Annie was a young ghost and should be reckless in doing things, so he couldn't help but look down on him a little.

Thinking that he could use words to deceive him and cause conflicts with the Chu people and the beauty, he could also take the opportunity to earn profits.

However, he ignored one thing. Annie is indeed young, but the group of ghosts around him are not young!

Although he is not a cunning person like Mrs. Chen, he can still see how he is so obviously sowed by Wang Xuebin!

The souls of these people have long been deceived and captured by Annie and become their minions. Naturally, they will do their best to give advice and make accomplices for them.

It was the hair that immediately noticed the problem after hearing what Wang Xuebin said.

The evil ghost in Huangshan Village is so powerful. If there is such a yin aura, how could it be the young ghost Annie who takes advantage of it?

Obviously there is a fraud!

So Annie sent Mao Hai to come here in advance, first to inquire about the situation, second to see if he could contact Chu Renmei, and work together to eliminate Wang Xuebin and others.

The butt determines the head. When they are humans, they are afraid of evil spirits, but when they become evil spirits, they will become ghost-catching objects, and they will become ghost-catching masters!

In order to eliminate the natural enemies of the two ghosts, Wang Xuebin and Jiu Shu, their hair sneaked into the bottom of the lake and convinced Chu Renmei with her fair tongue.

The two evil spirits joined forces to lead to the current scene.

The two teams of ghosts were connected with each other and formed a circle. The originally bright sunshine seemed a little dim under the cover of ghost energy.

The red paper and the dark money shine together, flying into the air, turning into ashes, scattering and scattering. In just a moment, the ground was covered with a thick layer of ashes.

Chu Renmei was wearing a blue-blue robe, covering her skinny body, and a pair of black and thin-soled cloth shoes were covered with size 38 feet.

The whole ghost sat on the coffin, with his hands folded against his chest, tilted his head slightly, swaying with the shaking of the coffin. His face covered by his hair was filled with a meaningful smile, looking at Wang Xuebin from afar.

"There are many people on Chu Renmei's side, so let's solve Annie's side first. What do you think!"

At this moment, Wang Xuebin had no intention of joking. He took out a bottle of cockscomb blood and quickly covered the body of the peach wood sword.

Behind him, Uncle Jiu took out a talisman, covered it on the back of the Bagua mirror, then bit his index finger and wrote a big word "Chi" on the mirror.

"The red and white clash against evil spirits, and if you don't have the right path, you can't break them one by one without breaking the evil spirit!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin frowned, waved his hand to disperse the ashes scattered on his head, and asked in a deep voice:

"Then how can we break through the evil spirit? This is not a solution!"

Uncle Jiu looked at the sedan chair that was close to him, picked up an evil-repelling talisman and put it on his forehead. The Bagua mirror was on his chest, with one hand and a sword pointing, his sword eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were sharp.

"Hard resist!"

As he said that, the red sedan chair and the coffin suddenly collided towards the two of them. As the sky turned dizzy, their figures disappeared.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a small white boat..."

"My husband is in his heart, asking, and I answer when my heart is broken..."

In the coffin, Wang Xuebin held a peach wood sword in his hand, protected him in front of his chest, pulled out a flashlight with his other hand, and was cautious.

‘The King’s Record Seven Stars, the sound and appearance will last forever!’

"I'm...ahhhhh..."

Seeing the words carved inside the coffin, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but curse. How big is his business? Why does he have him everywhere!

This coffin is also their Wang Ji product. Although it is not a top-notch product, it is also a fine product made of logs!

Now it's your turn to use it!

Suddenly, a rotten smell came from behind him. When he turned his head and saw a straw mat on the bottom of the coffin, a black human-shaped mimeogram could be vaguely seen on the straw mat.

If he guessed correctly, this should be Aunt Mei’s original straw mat. Unfortunately, Wang Xuebin is not good at this!

"Guanlan, how are you?"

In the red sedan chair, Uncle Jiu was wrapped in black hair. Thanks to his preparation, the talismans and magic weapons burned their hair in a moment, and he was able to escape.

Uncle Jiu, who escaped, did not rush to break the evil spirit, but instead knocked on the coffin under his butt. If he guessed correctly, Wang Xuebin should have been sealed in this coffin!

"I'm fine, how are you?"

In the coffin, Wang Xuebin, who was almost fainted by the original straw mat in Aunt Mei held his breath and echoed loudly.

Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound. He took out a copper coin from his neck, put it on the coffin, and then pulled out a dragon nail from his waist belt, and nailed it to the coffin board.

"Be careful, I'm going to open the coffin!"

"Okay, we can work inside and outside!"

In the coffin, Wang Xuebin also used copper coins as the base, used a dragon nail to enter the top plate, and pushed hard towards the direction under his feet.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Wang Xuebin's hair was standing up, his eyes widened, and he felt that the originally flat coffin board behind him became uneven, and a pair of thin hands touched him behind him.

The hands were not as human-shaped as if they were touched by dead skin on the bones. The feeling of being touched was like a large tiger and a leopard licking them with barbs on their tongues, leaving blood marks.

The black fingertips are not dyed, but the nails are completely removed, blood flows out, and then solidifies into a layer of black-brown blood scab, and maggots of the same color are surging.

These hands slowly moved up Wang Xuebin's lower abdomen, brushed across his chest, brushed across his throat, and finally stopped on his cheeks and tightly clamped his eyes.

"My husband is in his heart, I ask, and I answer when I am heartbroken. I know the grievance. I will be back. It is difficult to separate when we meet. The abandoned wife is too late to regret now. Do you remember whether the Phoenix is ​​happy that day, and do you remember..."