Urban Witcher

"Xiaomu, you heard that too, that mage is trying to kill me, you go! You go!" Xia Lan stretched out her hand to push him.

"I won't go, I can't watch you die!"

The two were pushing each other, when suddenly Ye Xiaomu felt a numbness in his back, turned his head and looked, it was a dust whisk, after the dust tail unfolded, it became as big as a mop, and it seemed to have self-consciousness, it opened completely, Wrapped around his whole body, he dragged back vigorously.

Ye Xiaomu was in a spirit state, so he couldn't struggle with this kind of method, so he was dragged into the house in no time.

The Taoist grabbed his neck, took a look, and said in surprise, "Who are you!"

"I'm a mage, not a ghost. My soul came out of my body!"

The Taoist frowned, looked him up and down, and said, "The soul power is so soft, and I'm just a beginner. What are you doing here!"

Xia Lan flew to the window, grabbed the fence with both hands, desperately resisted the suction force brought by the spell, and begged: "Master, he is innocent, don't hurt him!"

The father and son couldn't see them, they could only see the Taoist priest talking into the air, shrank together in fright, and begged the Taoist priest to act quickly.

"Master Dao, you and I are considered colleagues. Listen to me, this girl is my friend. She was bullied by the father and son every day before she was alive. , she was about to go to the underworld, and she was brought here by your tricks!"

Ye Xiaomu explained to the Taoist priest.

But the Taoist waved his hand and said viciously: "I don't care about these things. I am a mage, not a judge. I only care about catching ghosts, and taking people's money will naturally eliminate disasters for others!"

"Master, you are just telling me not to harm them. I am going to the Yin Division now, so you can rest assured!"

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "You ugly monster, what are you thinking? Although I know you have gone to the underworld, but I have nothing to prove, how can they believe it." Immediately he took out a magic talisman and shook it at her: "You go in obediently first! In this talisman, let's discuss it again!"

"No, Xiaolan, he took the money to harm you! Don't court death!" Ye Xiaomu yelled.

"You talk too much!"

The Taoist patted him on the head, and the whisk's roots immediately wrapped around his neck tightly like a snake, tightening it tighter and tighter. Ghosts don't need to breathe, but Ye Xiaomu felt that the breath in his body was getting weaker and weaker.

"don't want!"

Xia Lan cried out.

"Hmph, if you want to save him, then come in obediently!"

"I'll go in, I'll go in!"

Ciaran let go of her grip on the fence.

Xiaolan no!

Seeing her approaching, Ye Xiaomu suddenly burst out with strength, broke free from the whisk, and slapped the Taoist priest on the face.

Snapped!

There were five black handprints on the Taoist priest's face. He was stunned for a moment, then cursed loudly, pulled out a mahogany sword from behind, and stabbed at Ye Xiaomu.

The dazzling cold light emitted from the mahogany sword made Ye Xiaomu, who was a ghost, very frightened, turned around and ran, grabbing Xia Lan.

"Want to go!"

The Taoist shouted loudly, flicked his fingers, and the magic talisman flew out and stuck on the window sill, but it became the size of a curtain in the eyes of Ye Xiaomu and the other two, covering the entire wall. Wen bounced back again and fell to the corner of the wall.

The Taoist grinned, raised his sword and stabbed at Ye Xiaomu.

Because of the blessing of the magic talisman, the wall could no longer pass through, and the two of them huddled in the corner, the sword was inevitable, Ye Xiaomu stood up and wanted to fight back, but Xia Lan suddenly knocked him away.

Pooh!

A sword stabbed Xia Lan's body, and then pulled it out.

Xia Lan fell into Ye Xiaomu's arms, her whole body twitching.

"Ugly, I still have to take action, but that's fine. I'm fighting back in self-defense. It's okay to kill you."

The Taoist shook his head, faced Ye Xiaomu with a smile and said, "I'm afraid I have to kill you, so as not to leave future troubles, and I will confront you in the future."

"Xiaomu, let's go..."

Xia Lan's soul was dissipating, but she was still pushing Ye Xiaomu weakly, trying to make him escape.

The Taoist held a mahogany sword and walked towards Ye Xiaomu.

"I'm a living person, you dare to kill me!" Ye Xiaomu yelled at him.

"I don't even know where your physical body is. Even if you are dead, who would know that I did it, and what evidence is there!" The Taoist grinned, and struck a magic talisman over.

The golden light is shining everywhere, and there is nowhere to hide.

Facing the inevitable situation, Ye Xiaomu jumped into the boy's body.

This is the solution he came up with in a hurry. Although the boy is a healthy person, it is said that it is difficult to be possessed, but Ye Xiaomu can't control so much in a hurry. Fortunately, the boy has been in great fear, and Ye Xiaomu is also struggling With one blow, he went straight in.

Forcibly possessing him brought a strong burning pain, and the boy's soul power was also instinctively pushing him out. Ye Xiaomu suppressed it desperately, resisting his soul power.

Fortunately, with a physical body, magic talismans and the like can no longer hurt me.

Ye Xiaomu erupted with terrifying power under the crisis, completely suppressing the young man's soul, and his perception of the body became more and more comfortable.

"Son, what's wrong with you, son!"

Seeing that something was wrong with his son, the strong man came up to check.

Ye Xiaomu punched him in the face and stood up top-heavy.

After all, this body is not his own, and he needs to get used to it.

"Okay you!"

The Taoist took out a handful of five emperors' coins and called him.

Ye Xiaomu quickly dodged most of them, and two hit his body, causing burning pain like a soldering iron.

Ye Xiaomu took a deep breath, and saw that the Taoist took out an octagonal mirror and looked at him. Ye Xiaomu hid under the coffin, picked up the pine oil stick, and smashed it directly, spilling the Taoist all over.

"You give me back my son!"

The strong man rushed over and hugged Ye Xiaomu's leg again.

"You old bastard!"

Ye Xiaomu slammed his face hard, but the strong man didn't let go. Seeing the Taoist priest approaching, Ye Xiaomu became cruel, and stepped on the strong man's wrist. With a click, his hand was broken.

Ye Xiaomu kicked him over, ran around the coffin, held up the brazier with both hands, and yelled at the Taoist priest.

This Taoist priest's cultivation level is average, his physical skills are not good, and he is also afraid of throwing rats. After being hit by Ye Xiaomu like this, he had to bend over to avoid it. Hello on the belly.

The hatred in Ye Xiaomu's heart, this evil way, is so reckless, he even wants to kill himself! Before, I was in a state of soul body and couldn't fight him, but now I vented all my anger.

Don't hit other places, just hit the stomach.

Punch after punch.

"puff!"

The evil Taoist opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, barely able to move.

Ye Xiaomu took a deep breath, and was about to stop, when suddenly the top of his head felt hot, and he reached out to touch it, but was bounced away by the heat wave. ()