Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Open your eyes, Ye Shaoyang saw, he actually squatted on Zhang Cuicui, and hurriedly climbed up.

Zhang Cuicui suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils flashed.

"I still come to hook me, you are in a move, it is really giving you a face." Ye Shaoyang smiled, touched the Taiyi whisk, swept a few times on Zhang Cuicui's face, formed a French seal, recited a curse in the mouth, and forced a pull, " Give it to me!"

An illusory figure was retracted from the dust tail and separated from Zhang Cuicui. As soon as he landed, he did not wait for someone to see it, and he broke free from the dust and flew outside the door.

"boom……"

Ghosts seem to hit a wall that does not exist, a golden light is shot, and it is solidly hit back, rolling on the ground, but running aside the cold jade, the figure is illusory, it is going to get into her body. .

"Be careful!" Ye Shaoyang just screamed, only to see a step after the cold jade, lifted the soul wand, and took a stick against the ghost's head.

Ghosts screamed, fell, and flew out the window.

Ye Shaoyang raised his hand and pulled out the hook, such as a black snake, and then sent it first, and tied the ghost shadow tightly. This soul was originally used by the ghosts, and it was futile to let the ghosts struggle.

Ye Shaoyang pulled it to his side, stepped on his face with his feet, and then placed a note on the door, and the ghost immediately did not move.

Ye Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it. This ghost has no face and no face. It is only human, and it has a soft yin.

"Dream?" Ye Shaoyang was also the first to encounter a living, asked.

The dreamer screamed: "If you kill me, my boss will definitely find you to seek revenge. It is better for you to let me go and make friends with each other..."

"Good idea." Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly and smiled. "You want to be the first one to make a ghost with this celestial division."

The dream changed color immediately, and he said: "What, you are the master!"

Ye Shaoyang ignored it, chanted the fire curse, and the charm on the face of the dream was immediately burned. The fire was fueled by the yin, and the body of the dream was burned in an instant.

"Ah, ah... I will not let you go on the Lord..."

Under the fire of the earth, the form of the demons changed constantly. First, it became a pig, screaming, then becoming a dog, mourning twice, turning into a snake, struggling, but no matter what it became, The body is always unable to escape the **** of the soul, and eventually it is burned to death.

After the fire was extinguished, there was a small piece of wood in the middle of the hook. When Ye Shaoyang picked it up, black blood appeared in the block and it was very stinky.

"What is this?" asked Leng Yuyu to come up.

"A piece of wood on the coffin board." Ye Shaoyang explained, "Some people will spurt a blood after they die, and they happen to be sprayed on the coffin board. Because of some coincidence, this piece of wood has evil spirits and smokes the tomb. The soul of the Lord is cultivated into evil spirits."

At this time, there was a sudden change in the back.

Yan Lengyu suddenly turned back and saw a ghost of blue clothes crawling out of Zhang Cuicui’s mouth and said: "There is one!"

Immediately picking up the broken soul wand and squatting down, it’s too late for Ye Shaoyang to return to God.

The ghosts and arms were lifted, and the broken soul wand hit hard. The figure immediately shook, dwarfed, and rolled to the side.

Yan Lengyu also felt that his arm was numb, and his heart sighed. This ghost is very powerful. Just about to chase the past, Ye Shaoyang stopped her. "Misunderstanding, don't start."

The ghost stood up and wiped the blood of a corner of his mouth. He said, "Miss misunderstanding, misunderstanding, is my own. This lady..."

"You are the lady!" 芮冷玉 almost rushed up.

"Oh, wrong, this is the ghost of the Ming Dynasty, a bit pedantic, not intentional." Turning his head and rushing Lin Sansheng blinked, "Don't mess up the lady!"

Lin Sansheng frowned, very puzzled. "Why did the brothers say this? This is not a young lady, oh yes, the girl may have been married, that is the lady. The lady, for a small whisper, is no strange."

"Who is your maiden!" 芮 冷玉饶 is a heart-warm, occupied by such a big one, and is too angry to cry.

Ye Shaoyang almost vomited blood, and stopped living and looking for Lin Sansheng's desperately cold jade, I wanted to explain, this time Zhang Cuicui suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, some looked at Ye Shaoyang, and then seemed to understand what, with a weak voice "This big brother, thank you."

I looked at Lin Sansheng on the side and said: "Linda, thank you more."

"I don't appreciate it. If you raise your hand, Miss will have nothing to do. I will cultivate more and don't talk."

Zhang Cuicui nodded and called a mother.

The old lady was originally waiting for the cold jade to wait outside the house, and heard the voice rushing in, holding her daughter to ask for help.

"I feel much better, I am hungry..."

When the old lady heard it, she was so excited that she went out to cook immediately.

Ye Shaoyang also comforted Zhang Cuicui to take a rest and come to the living room with Yan Lengyu. Lin Sansheng also came out together.

Zhang Cuicui’s father excitedly asked the two to sit down and soaked two large bowls of tea. Because I can't see Lin Sansheng, I naturally don't have his share.

Yan Lengyu listened to Ye Shaoyang and said something about it just now. He nodded slowly. "It’s awkward. After you were fainting, I don’t know what happened. I see that you are breathing smoothly, knowing that you are dreaming, I am also entering. If you don't go, you have to wait and wait."

The two together turned their eyes to Lin Sansheng's face.

"Where did you come from, how could it appear in her dream?" Ye Shaoyang asked.

Lin Sansheng sighed and said: "This is a long story. Xiaosheng is a scholar of Hongwu years. He is a high school student. He is walking in the Imperial Academy. Just after the official seal, it coincides with the change of Jingjing. Starting a military attack on Chang'an... Xiaosheng did not want to serve the chaotic thief, he resigned from the office, searched for the whereabouts of the Holy Spirit, and finally found him in this steel city..."

Ye Shaoyang and Yan Lengyu heard his words, and they were frightened. They looked at each other and knew what the other party thought, but did not interrupt.

Lin Sansheng said: "Can you give Xiaosheng a bowl of tea?"

Ye Shaoyang greeted Zhang Cuicui's father, and then a bowl of tea, the old man holding a teapot to give him water.

"It's not adding water, it's another bowl." Ye Shaoyang pointed to Lin Sansheng on the side. "There is another one."

The old man couldn't see Lin Sansheng. Hearing this sentence, he knew that there were ghosts, and he was scared. He poured a bowl of tea and quickly left.

Lin Sansheng is a ghost. He can't directly enjoy the human things. So he took the tea bowl and took a breath, and his face showed a feeling of satisfaction.

"The air of the world, I have never enjoyed it for many years..."

"Don't pretend, hurry up and say it." Ye Shaoyang listened to him so tired and tired.

(I have already arrived home, thank you for your understanding in the near future, I am going to restore the four more today, I want to write it out in one breath, there are temporary small things, rest assured that there are two more today!)