Watch Out! Danger Ahead

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"What happened again?"

The sudden shock awakened everyone from their sleep, and only felt that it was even more scary than the first time the ox cart got stuck in the puddle.

Aunt Wu strenuously opened a gap in her swollen eyes, and asked a little nervously.

"Hi! Bad luck!"

The old man who was driving outside jumped out of the car and checked, and then, as if he had found something, he said:

"It killed a yellow leather."

His tone was very upset, obviously he was extremely dissatisfied with the trip today.

Everyone was agitated when they heard that a weasel had been killed.

The weasel is extremely evil, and at this time it is also known as the "Huang Daxian". Once it provokes it, it is very likely to be troublesome.

If you encounter this thing, everyone will avoid it for fear that something bad will happen if you encounter this thing.

Today, everyone was going to Shenzhuang by car. When halfway through, they first encountered an ox cart falling into a puddle, and then this happened again. Naturally, they felt very unlucky.

"Why not be careful?"

There were people in the car complaining, and they felt that there was a shadow over their heads, which made people feel extremely anxious.

"I've been very careful, it's overcast now."

The old man who drove the car was also not very happy. He took the job of sending Aunt Wu and others back to Shenzhuang. He didn't make a lot of money, but he was involved in such a thing.

At this time, everyone's residual sleepiness disappeared completely, and they climbed out of the ox cart one by one, only to find that the sky outside was very gloomy.

"what happened?"

When I got in the car, the sun was shining all the way, and it was a clear sky and good weather.

But when I squinted in the car for a while, when I opened my eyes again, it looked like it was going to be dark!

Dark clouds pressed down, blocking the sun tightly.

I don't know when, the gray mist filled up, and everyone couldn't tell whether it was early morning or evening.

An outrageously large weasel was pressed by the wheel, vomiting blood from the corners of his mouth, and his head twisted at an abnormal angle to face the people who had just got off the car.

It grinned, as if death was very painful, its yellow hair was soaked with blood stains, and the little eyes that lost their luster were cold.

"When is it?"

Aunt Wu seemed to be a little tired, she stretched out a pair of fat hands and rubbed her eyes.

She obviously squinted for a long time, but it seemed that she hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, and when she spoke, she yawned.

As soon as the hand was put down, the exposed eyes were red as if blood was dripping out.

"Ah-Aunt Wu, your eyes!"

"My eyes?"

Aunt Wu seemed to be unaware, and she turned her head to look at the person who was talking.

After being looked at by her, the man only felt his scalp numb, the cold hair on his back stood up instantly, layer upon layer of goose bumps spread, and he subconsciously retreated.

Her eyes had become blood-red, and with a yawn she yawned, a lot of tears gushed from the inside.

The tears turned into red blood under the red eyes.

While she was speaking, her eyelids squeezed, and the two lines of blood flowed down her eyes.

"what!"

This scene looked really terrifying in the gloomy environment, and it made people who were already uneasy scream.

Everyone unanimously backed up a few steps, opening the distance between them and Aunt Wu.

"what happened?"

Aunt Wu went inside without knowing, and turned to ask the old man driving the car.

"Ah... don't come over!"

The old man, who was upset after he killed the weasel, saw Aunt Wu's face and let out a heart-piercing scream.

The cry spread out in the wilderness, and it was particularly stern, making everyone who heard it felt that the liver was trembling.

Aunt Wu was just a little uneasy, but when everyone reacted, her legs became soft with fright.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the third master and apprentice of the Song family, and her face twitched with horror:

"Song Daochang, Song Daochang, am I..."

She had only met a ghost before. At this moment, the snake shadow of a cup of bow and snake did not even dare to mention the word "ghost".

When she turned her head, even if Song Changqing claimed to be knowledgeable and well-informed, she had seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts by following Song Daochang since childhood, but she was still shocked the moment she saw Aunt Wu. I feel my heartbeat is almost two beats in an instant.

At this time, Aunt Wu looked terrifying!

Her face was pale yellow and green, and she looked like a person who had been dead for a long time.

The eyelids were swollen like two blisters filled with water, tinged with blisters.

The most terrifying thing is her pair of bright red eyes, as if soaked in blood, a large stream of red blood dripping out of her eyelids.

There was a spiteful look in those eyes, as if filled with hatred.

But the strange thing is that from Aunt Wu's voice, she didn't notice it.

"I've been recruited again!"

When Song Daochang saw this scene, such a thought came to his mind.

What made the old Taoist faintly uneasy was that when Aunt Wu was recruited, he didn't even notice it.

"Qing Xiao, close your eyes!"

This trip to Shenzhuang has just come out, and has already encountered a difficult problem that makes the old Taoist priests feel more thorny.

But no matter how upset he is, he first remembered to tell his little disciple to close his eyes.

"Little junior sister. Don't look at it." Before his voice fell, Song Changqing had already reacted, and she flashed sideways in front of her junior sister - she was timid and squeamish. If you see this nightmarish scene, I'm afraid that afterwards I couldn't sleep well for months.

"I've seen it." Song Qingxiao answered him.

In fact, after that black energy got into Aunt Wu's shadow, Song Qingxiao had been distracted and paid attention to Aunt Wu's behavior.

Song Qing looked down upon Song Qing's previous performance like a walking dead body in her sleep.

At this time, although Aunt Wu's appearance looked like a ghost and terrifying, Song Qingxiao had gone through several trials, and her mood was naturally extraordinary.

"Oh." Song Changqing let out a very annoyed sigh:

"Let the master draw you a Zhang Zhen rune and drink it."

At this moment, Song Daochang has no time to take care of the two apprentices. Aunt Wu's trick was again under his nose, which undoubtedly slapped him.

"Heaven and earth have a righteous path, and everything has an aura! The five elements and three realms have righteousness, and the Patriarch protects my true spirit! The demon and ghosts of the heavens are dead!"

He energized himself, chanting a spell in his mouth, and at the same time stretched out his hand to draw an ink fountain from the purse on his waist.

As he spoke, he tapped his fingertips, and the black line ‘swish’ shot out, turning into a black shadow, and ‘swish’ wrapped around Aunt Wu’s wrist for a few times.

"Niezha, don't hesitate to show up!"

Before Song Daochang yelled, the ink thread had looped around Aunt Wu's wrist a few times, like a black bracelet, wrapped around her arms.

"Ha ha--"

Aunt Wu's mouth was pressed slightly, her cheek muscles stiffly raised, and a creepy smile was pulled out.

In the next instant, the circles of ink lines around her wrists gradually drenched with a weird red shadow under everyone's gaze.

The ink thread seemed to be wrapped in a blood vessel, and an endless stream of blood soaked out of the thread and began to drip down Aunt Wu's wrist.

"Ahhhhh..."

Aunt Wu let out a terrifying scream when she saw this terrifying scene:

"Song Daochang help..."

In the sound of ‘ticking’ blood, the ink thread was dyed red and turned into a piece of red thread wrapped around her wrists.

The blood ran across her hands in an instant, dripping down her fingertips.

An extremely cold evil air penetrated the ink line, and the evil red light was still walking along the ink line, as if it was about to flood into the ink fountain.

Song Daochang didn't expect that the things in Aunt Wu's body were so terrifying. He not only dared to resist his coercion, but also dared to destroy his Taoist treasure.

He promptly counted the tactics and punched into the calligraphy, his fingertips protruded like lightning, and he clicked on the ink line in the middle, and shouted:

"Broken!"

‘Swish—’

The ink thread was severed by his finger, half of the unpolluted thread flew back into the ink fountain, and the other half of the thread that had been eroded by evil flew up into the air with the remaining strength of the fracture, and after a few drops of blood were ejected-there was a boom There was no wind and spontaneously ignited, lighting up a green fire, and quickly igniting an extremely foul smell, which burned in the blink of an eye, and turned into a black gas, which escaped into the surrounding dense fog.

The line of the ink fountain broke, and under the backlash of this force, Song Daochang's body ‘thumped’ back, shaking his body twice before standing firm after a few steps.

"evil creature!"

He yelled in his mouth, endured his shock, and took out a few pieces of talisman paper from his bag, and said quickly in his mouth:

"Heaven and earth have the right way..."

After a short fight before, he already knew the terrible things on Aunt Wu who possessed him. At this time, he didn't dare to hold it big, and he bit his **** while chanting the curse.

Several pieces of talisman paper were lined up in the air, and he put a drop of blood into it with his hand.

The moment the blood hit the talisman paper, it was quickly absorbed by the talisman paper. As soon as he finished chanting the spell, he drank:

"go with!"

The magic talisman was blessed by Song Daochang's blood power, and a burst of golden light burst out in an instant, and the spiritual power seemed to disperse the surrounding Yin Qi for a few minutes.

Fu Ying flew quickly, and following Song Daochang's instructions, he stuck them on Aunt Wu's palms, chest, back and forehead!

As Fu Yi posted, the voice in Aunt Wu's mouth stopped abruptly.

‘Guckling! ’

Everyone did not dare to breathe. After seeing Aunt Wu’s weird bleeding and tears, all the people in the same car fled to the bullock cart by chance, using the carriage as a cover. They were afraid and could not conceal the curiosity deep in their hearts. I turned my head to see what happened here.

Seeing Song Daochang restrain Aunt Wu, the people who held their breaths seemed to breathe a long breath and let out a relaxing gasp.

"Dao..."

It's just a bit of relief earlier.

Song Daochang's brows furrowed tighter, Aunt Wu no longer laughed, but at the same time she stopped screaming for him for help as before.

As if standing in front of him, what was held in talisman paper was just a corpse that had been dead for a long time, cold and quiet.

"..."

He vaguely felt something was wrong, the heart in his chest seemed to be infected with his uneasiness, making a rapid beating sound of ‘呯呯呯’.

In the rapid heartbeat, other people seemed to be infected by Song Daochang's nervousness. Someone couldn't bear to call out and broke the weird silence.

As soon as this sound was made, the sudden change occurred!

At the center of the talisman paper pasted in the middle of Aunt Wu's forehead, a little black and red blood was suddenly fainted.

The blood stains spread quickly around like a burning flame, swallowing the fonts painted with cinnabar on the face of the rune one by one.

"Evergreen!"

When Song Daochang saw something bad, he immediately shouted.

"coming."

Song Changqing had been prepared for a long time. Hearing Song Daochang's shout, he stepped forward, reached out and twisted Aunt Wu's two arms, using her own strength to firmly hold her chubby figure in her arms.

‘Tick! ’

The blood soaked the magic talisman on her forehead, and the magic talisman eroded by the ghost's air lost its power and turned into a weird black-red paper that ignited spontaneously without wind, and burned black and red in the mid-air with a “boom” like a ghost Flame breath.

At the same time, bleeding began to flow between Aunt Wu's wrists, and the charms on her chest and back lost strength one by one, and instantly burned into fly ash.

She stared at a pair of bright red eyes, with a bitter look in her eyes for a while, and a panic expression in her eyes for a while, and her eyes changed a lot in the blink of an eye.

Song Daochang's heart sank straight.

"Qingxiao don't come over."

By now, he hadn't figured out what was possessed by Aunt Wu.

With his strength, not only failed to frighten this monster, but on the contrary, he made successive moves but was restrained one after another.

He was deeply afraid that his little apprentice would be controlled by this extraordinary demon after he stepped forward, so after repeated orders ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he gritted his teeth and took out something from his bag.

That is a silver mirror.

On the back of the mirror, mysterious words were carved with ancient seals. Song Daochang penetrated several methods into it. Suddenly, the mirror flashed bright light, floating in the air out of thin air, and slowly flew in the direction of Aunt Wu.

"what……"

Aunt Wu, who was still calm and composed before, saw the mirror flying over, and immediately seemed to have seen the most horrible thing in the world, and let out a stern cry.

'She' began to struggle fiercely, her body twisted like a twist, so powerful that even Song Changqing, who is already concentrating on her mind and also practising martial arts, has a somewhat unstoppable posture!

"Hold steady!"

While controlling the silver mirror, Song Daochang was distracted and ordered Song Changqing.

This sturdy man with a height of 185 actually felt that some of the old lady who could not hold his arms at this time, Aunt Wu's power was amazing.

The most terrifying thing was the extremely cold breath that passed from her body, which made him instinctively afraid.

He seemed to be holding a ball of ice that would never melt, and struggling in his arms like a corpse that was already frozen.

Even if he grew up in the cemetery, he had dealt with demons and monsters with Daochang Song, and he was far more courageous than ordinary people, but he felt like a terrifying monster like a zombie, but it still made Song Changqing goose bumps. Layer arises.

"master……"

He gradually felt a little strenuous and couldn't help but call out.

Song Daochang controlled the silver mirror. The face of'Aunt Wu' was cold and cold. The blood dripping from the palms of his hands diverted to ten fingers. The sound of blood flow disappeared, and the thick blood did not drip again. , But slowly stretched the long pointed filaments, instantly transformed into ten blood needles glowing with cold black and red!