It was a windless night, and the moonlight was tightly wrapped in layers of cloud quilts.
On a construction site under construction on the outskirts of Nuanjiang City, two sneaky figures stood.
"Master, what are we doing in this hellish place in the middle of the night?
You don't really believe it, do you?"
said a childish voice.
A little Taoist boy of about ten years old wearing a Taoist robe and a watermelon haircut pulled on his master's coat sleeves and said, He sniffed his nose fiercely, as if he had eaten a bowl of noodles.
The old Taoist priest patted his apprentice's hand away and asked him to stuff it into his pocket to keep warm.
His red face didn't know whether he was excited or cold.
There were stains of sweat on the precious peach wood sword he held in his hand, "Fuxi , I will take you to meet the master of our path."
Fuxi boy nodded reluctantly.
He had almost met all the "masters" from all over the world, including this one.
He pointed at a small dirt bag not far away, "Master, if we don't leave, it will be over if that thing comes out.
If the master didn't show up, wouldn't it be a big loss for you to kill yourself first?"
The old Taoist priest regretfully waved the old peach wood sword and put it back on his back.
His old hands trembled and he took out two yellow talismans from his arms, worshiped three times devoutly like worshiping the ancestor, and then looked at Three glances.
The old Taoist chanted an obscure incantation, and the yellow talisman slowly hung in the air.
With a "pop", it got into the bodies of the two of them.
"It's a pity, it's a pity.
The old Taoist only got these two breath-absorbing charms.
I didn't expect to get them today to chase stars."
The old Taoist priest finally had distressed wrinkles on his old face, and his righteous face matched the That stingy expression was indescribably weird.
"Fuxi, let's go, let's find a place to hide.
We can't beat the things in the soil, but we can still hide."
The construction site has actually been suspended for three days, and work was suspended at night.
At this time, there is no anger at all.
At midnight, the slope that the master and apprentice had been paying attention to suddenly started shaking, and the gravel rolled down, which sounded really scary.
After shaking for a while, when even the grass on the slope began to slide, the soil exploded instantly, and the sand and rocks flew several feet away in an exaggerated way.
At this time, the temperature of the entire construction site dropped sharply, and a layer of cold fog condensed around the soil slope.
In the middle of the loose soil, a huge box slowly floated up.
When the sand fell to the ground, what was parked in the air was a broken coffin.
The lid of the coffin suddenly opened, as if no nails were nailed on.
The cold air overflowed.
Couldn't stop at all.
A shadow stood upright from the coffin.
The clothes were torn, the limbs were stiff, the skin was shriveled, the fangs were squeezed out of the mouth, and the mouth could not be closed.
At least it was a person from hundreds of years ago.
There was no moon, and the zombies screamed into the sky with a sharp howl, not like humans or animals.
"Why are you making noise in front of other people's houses if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
Between the screams of the zombies, unusually clear female voices came from all directions on the construction site, which seemed to be filled with anger and even resentment.
Both the old Taoists and the children were shocked, the idol is here The cold fog around the earth bag suddenly dispersed, and there was a violent fluctuation in the air.
The space was like a mirror, slowly distorting, and a moon door was vaguely revealed.
Suddenly, a large white and well-proportioned line appeared in the sky.
With long legs, he blinked again, and there was already a long-haired woman wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket standing next to the bumpkin.
The collar of the cotton-padded jacket was raised high, almost covering the woman's palm-sized face, and the exposed peach blossom eyes looked particularly smart.
The zombie turned in the direction of the woman, all the cold air gushing out from his mouth.
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The white air was entangled with extremely thin black threads.
He himself howled and rushed towards the woman, like a dog seeing a meat bun.
"Hey, you have the nerve to spit out the tone of voice that you haven't brushed your teeth in hundreds of years."
The buttons of the woman's cotton-padded jacket quickly unbuttoned, and a copper coin sword with a dark light hung on her extremely thin waist.
At the same time, that stunning face was completely revealed.
She was Jian Fan Jian Fan had never even recited a spell.
The moment the copper coin sword came out, a yellow talisman floated on the tip of the sword.
With a "dang" sound, the zombie bumped into the copper coin sword.
The yellow talisman was on the sword's tip.
It stuck right between the unlucky guy's eyebrows.
The zombie was immobilized on the spot.
"I didn't say you were stupid, but you rushed to admit it.
I really pity you for these hundred years."
Jianfan's copper coin sword returned to his waist, and even the cotton-padded jacket was wrapped tightly again.
The sarcasm on her face was not hidden at all, but she quickly yawned again and covered it up.
At this time, all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moonlight cast a faint shadow on Jian Fan.
Her shadow suddenly branched out and circled around the zombie's feet, and the zombie spontaneously ignited.
The fire was definitely abnormal.
It was cold and faint, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
Pain began to appear on the face of the zombie who had been playing for hundreds of years.
However, he couldn't move or howl.
Ignoring his charcoal-like grimace, there was something...
A bit pitiful.
The moment the zombie turned into smoke, the independent shadow began to expand, and the fog like glasses slowly faded into a clear feeling.
It quickly grew to about 1.9 meters, and a man appeared.
The man has long black hair like Jian Fan, auspicious eyes with slightly raised corners, a half-smile, a perfect Greek nose that is straight and charming, a straight-sleeved lotus-colored robe embroidered with honeysuckle patterns, and white jade-like palms.
Holding a white jade wine glass, he looks like a handsome young man who is rarely seen in troubled times.
But Mr.
Pianpian broke the charm caused by his appearance with one word, he said, "You are stupid, you didn't know you were being spied on."
The sarcasm leaking from his eyes was exactly the same as Jian Fan's expression just now.
Jian Fan's eyes widened, and all the sleepiness and coldness were gone.
She stared closely at Youzai Youzai's face, and her voice went up to another octave, "What kind of bastard did you come from to peek at your aunt?"
When the old man heard this, his starry eyes that had just popped up were instantly retracted in fright, and he led Fuxi boy and quickly ran from the hiding place to Jian Fan, completely unaware of Fuxi's "pay attention to your old arms and legs" concern.
"Fu Sheng Supreme Heavenly Lord."
When the old Taoist ran up to Jian Fan, he felt that there was a slight aura barrier between Jian Fan and Rong Nan.
He immediately stopped and said hello to Jian Fan. .
As for the difficulty, a good-looking thing floating in the air or even transparent was regarded by the old man as a ghost of Jianfan.
"Pindao Daowu, the twenty-first generation disciple of Maoshan; this is Pindao's disciple, Fuxi.
Pindao heard that there were people in the Jiangnan area, so he brought his apprentice here, wanting to meet fellow Taoists and discuss Taoism. ” Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Dao Wu couldn't help but look up and saw Jian Fan's face was expressionless, his eyes were empty, and he was shaking like a sieve.
He was stunned in confusion.
"You don't have to watch it.
This is a warm-up exercise created by the southerners.
It's very effective.
Do you want to practice it?"
Rong Nan shook his wine glass as if he was lying on a royal concubine's couch watching a show.
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The more Dao Wu listened, the more wrong he became.
He couldn't help but feel that it was amazing for a little friend who could do things perfectly with such a ghost.
"Little friend" listened carefully, and there was still a hint of admiration inside.
Jian Fan came back to his senses and couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw that he was still in the cold windy wasteland on the outskirts.
When Dao Wu was about to speak, Jian Fan raised his hand to stop him.
She looked at Dao Wu seriously, her voice a little more serious than before.
"Dear, it's nice to talk to people":