Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Save... Hell! Suddenly

, a hoarse and harsh voice came from under the old locust tree.

"Ahh

Hongyi turned his head and motioned to the two girls not to panic, and walked quickly to the foot of the locust tree.

He took out a black stick-like object from his backpack and reached out a little, which suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Hongyi took an energy-saving flashlight and shone it under the tree, only to see an old woman standing on the stone table under the tree, her hair hanging from a locust branch, swaying back and forth.

"Ahh Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid that this old bone would have to be confessed!" The rescued old woman sat on the stone bench and kept sighing: "Everyone in the village has run clean, and those who haven't run have died clean, thanks to you."

"Amitabha, are there ghosts in the village?" The

old woman's mouth hooked up a strange smile, wrinkled and ravines like dry bark, and under the light of the flashlight in the dark night, a hoarse and low voice slowly sounded.

"Yes, from the village..."

"Grandma, don't use a flashlight to shine from your chin up, it's not atmospheric at all!" Luo Ying reached out and grabbed the flashlight, leaned quietly on Hongyi, took out a handful of melon seeds from her bag, grabbed a little bit of it from the three of you, and prepared to listen to the story around the old lady.

"Uh... Isn't this to set off the atmosphere!"

"Anyway, since three years ago, one day in the middle of the night... The head of the village, the king of the dog, suddenly heard a knock on the door, asked who it was, but no one answered, and when he opened the door, he saw that four swarthy men were carrying a coffin.

"When the next day everyone finds out—"

said the old woman, and the old woman paused.

"What's wrong with Wang Gouyu?" Han Xiaomei grabbed Hongyi's arm tightly and asked nervously, her voice already trembling slightly.

Luo Ying also hugged Hongyi tightly and echoed: "That's it, grandma, Wang Gouyu won't die, right?"

"Hehe..." The old woman smiled lowly, "Yes, it's indeed dead, not only he died, but his wife and children died, and the whole house was full of blood.

In the end, it was found in the cemetery behind the village, and the three heads were stuck on a bamboo pole and strung together, and the most strange thing was that the grave was the grave of Wang Gou's father.

Since then, the people in the village have died in three days, either they have been stripped of their skins or their hearts have been taken out, and everyone has run away

!" "Amitabha!" A gust of wind blew, Hongyi tightened his clothes, took out the Bodhi rosary and hung it on the palm of his hand.

If this is true, it is indeed a little weird.

It seems that this is the right place, there is indeed a weirdness that needs to be exceeded by poor monks.

Thinking about it, Hongyi's whole body trembled with excitement.

Excess or something, the most loving!

"Ahem... Can the little monk help the old man back into the house, this person is old, he can't stand the wind..."The old woman stretched out her dry hands and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Okay!" Hongyi didn't say a word, picked up the old woman and said to the two girls: "You wait here, I'll come when I go!"

The flashlight was handed to the two girls to illuminate, Hongyi helped the old woman to walk towards the village in the dark, and after a while, he arrived at the gate of the courtyard she pointed to.

Pushing open the black wooden door covered with cobwebs, you will see a large red lacquered coffin with a half-hidden lid, which is lonely in the middle of the courtyard.

"Tsk..."

"Old man, don't you give the coffin a few eyes, don't you panic when you sleep at night?" Hongyi circled around the big red lacquer coffin.

Big red lacquered coffin.

It's quite festive!

"Boom... Little monk, it seems that you have already seen it?" The old woman had a straight waist at this time, and she did not look like an old dragon bell just now.

Peeling Ghost: After his death, he was robbed of his skin by the powerful ghost king, and was trapped here for 3 years, and he was extremely resentful.

Terror Level: Grade C.

Threat value: 5000.

Characteristics: Collect all kinds of skins as the target of ghosts, and change a new layer of skins every day, enjoy it, pay attention, don't let her lie in the coffin!

So.

This old woman's appearance should be

human skin?" "I have never worn a monk's skin, look at this skin is really tender..." The old woman stretched out her hands and slowly peeled off a human skin from the back of her head.

In front of Hongyi, he instantly turned into a bloody pedestrian creature, with no facial features on his entire face, only a bloody mouth that was cracked behind his ear.

"Roar..."

A ghost screamed, and a black shadow disappeared in an instant, appearing directly in the big red coffin behind Hongyi.

"Boom... Little monk, come in and peel the skin!" a voice full of low temptation sounded from inside the coffin, like a hellish murmur, which was soul-stirring.

As soon as the seductive voice fell, Hongyi jumped into the coffin with a dodge and buckled the coffin lid with his backhand.

"Bang... Bang...... Bang..."

"Smack... Syllable...... "

Ahh It hurts, don't..."

All kinds of voices came and went, and the whole coffin kept changing its posture, sometimes vertically, then sideways, upside down, lying on its stomach...

After a few minutes, the big red lacquered coffin no longer made any noise.

Suddenly

, with a bang, a black shadow smashed the coffin board and flew out, falling heavily into the courtyard, struggling to get up.

"Amitabha, crossing ghosts is like crossing oneself, female donor, let's get on the road!" Hongyi slowly came out of the coffin and came to the pickpocket.

"Boom... Ao, I am a resentful spirit, you can't kill me!" the Peel Grim yelled, his voice full of pride.

"Bang!"

two white, sharp teeth burst from the peeler's mouth.

"You will all die tonight... I'm going to die!" she was like crazy, and her mouth was dripping black liquid.

"Amitabha

!" "Bang!" "Bang" The skin-peeling female ghost covered her face, looked up at the little monk in front of her with difficulty, and there was a trace of grievance in her eyes: "Master, can you stop slapping

your face?" "Bang

!" Hongyi felt that his IQ had been insulted!

Do you have a face? Can you just open your mouth to make a face?

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Pudu sentient beings, the poor monk will give you a good time!" Remember to bring your face next time!" With

that, Hongyi used the spiritual power of the Pulp Washing Sutra, and his fingertips instantly shot out a pillar of light full of faint Buddha aura, shooting straight through the door of the Peeling Ghost Face.

"The Black Zombie King will..."

The Pickpocket Ghost wanted to shout two cruel words on his deathbed, but unfortunately he didn't speak, and changed into a cloud of blood, the same wisp of gray smoke drifted away, and a pill on the ground emitted a green light.

"Is it the Black Zombie King again? Could it be that this Black Zombie King's concubine is really heavy!"

Transformation Pill (Green Level): A unique elixir after the death of the skin-peeling ghost, which can transform into any ghost for one hour after taking it.

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