The sound of wet dripping echoed in my ears.
The sound of the wind mixed with the rotten smell passed through the corridor, blowing slowly, "Ah owe."
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ji Fanzhang waved his hand apologetically, "Hehe, hehe."
He looked around and saw that there were only a few will-o'-the-wisps floating all around.
He thought to himself that this was a ghost mansion.
The underworld leaders led the way, staying as far away from Feng Fuyao as possible, while those behind followed Ji Fanzhang.
Feng Fuyao walked in the middle and tried her best not to laugh when she saw his rather miserable expression.
She wore a black dress, the sleeves were tightly pinched at the waist, and she wore a gray gauze hat on her head.
She had voluptuous red lips, long eyeliner at the end of her eyes, and the cuffs were designed to look like a shirt.
Model, black clothes, turned-up gray sleeves made of hard material, capable and mixed with a hint of charm.
Today I agreed to help the Ghost King deal with the monster, but of course it cannot be in vain.
If she wanted to enter the Demon Pond's territory more easily, there was indeed something in the ghost world that she had been coveting for a long time.
After walking for a while, her vision became wider.
She looked at the Ghost King rushing towards him from a distance.
His stooped back and gray hair looked like a waning old man.
"Why did the Pavilion Master come here?"
The old man's voice became as hoarse as a male duck after not seeing him for a few days.
Stopping in front of Feng Fuyao, the Ghost King wiped away his sweat.
Oh my god, it's been so many days, and tomorrow is the fifteenth day, but he's dying of anxiety.
But seeing how unhurried Feng Fuyao is, he's almost dying of panic.
He did.
"Oh, the ghost king is blaming me."
Her cool tone made the Ghost King tremble with fear, "What did the Pavilion Master say?
How dare I have such thoughts."
Even if he did, he couldn't say it.
Feng Fuyao glanced at him with a half-smile, a hint of insight that was both mocking and sarcastic, "That's good."
Withdrawing her body, she stopped looking at him and walked straight forward.
This old man is very bully and shy of the strong.
If you give him some color, then you can wait for him to draw a rainbow on your head.
The Ghost King shuddered, swallowed, his little eyes flashed, and secretly said with fear, this pavilion master is really difficult to deal with.
Ji Fanzhang was watching from one side.
Seeing that everyone had left, he was still in a daze.
He stepped up to his side and patted his shoulder.
"Brother, next time you want to play hard to get, let's find someone else."
Then he was suspicious.
She glanced at him a few times and said, "You are really not suitable for your age."
Ghost King: "" Hell, afterlife, ghost realm, bliss.
If you have deep hatred and deep ignorance in life, you will definitely follow one of the three paths here.
As if thinking of something, Feng Fuyao asked without looking back: "Does the Ghost King know the cause of death of that evil ghost?"
Whether it is a Yin spirit or a evil spirit, they all belong to this category, and the fact that this ghost is so powerful must be closely related to the cause of his death during his lifetime.
If you want to get rid of it all at once, you must understand these issues.
Perhaps the threat just now had an effect.
When the Ghost King heard her proactively asking about this matter, he quickly replied, "I have investigated a lot about this ghost.
He was a ranger during his lifetime.
Although he always fought against injustices, he was always criticized.
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He was ostracized, and in the end he was unjustly imprisoned and sentenced to death at the stake.
Because he was so resentful at the time, he kept wandering around in the world to cause trouble.
In the end, he was still there in Tua Shi When he sealed himself as a demon, he was locked here
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"
That was a ghost with a lot of history.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
It seemed like it was really a thorn in the side, and she was afraid that it would be bad if it pricked her hand when she caught it.
However, there are some things that must be done.
There are six methods for exorcising ghosts and subduing demons, namely, distant harm, transformation of evil spirits, exorcism, control of evil spirits, exorcism of ghosts, and elimination of demons.
She had learned these things from the old monster for many years, so she was not afraid of ghosts and the like.
She was afraid that there would be monsters if something went wrong.
How could it possibly make sense that a ghost who had never gone crazy for ten thousand years suddenly acted like this?
Even if he has practiced Taoism deeply, the Ghost King is definitely not an ordinary person.
As a ghost, even if he has forgotten many things in his previous life, his IQ will not deteriorate all of a sudden.
The only way to explain this is , red lips slightly raised, that means someone is instigating behind the scenes In the bottomless pit, several willow branches were arranged in an orderly manner.
Feng Fuyao nodded with satisfaction.
Although this ghost king looked unreliable, he was still very meticulous in his work.
Today we are going to catch ghosts in this pit.
The six Wanran people are wearing uniform black clothes.
Their faces cannot be seen clearly.
Everyone is holding something in their hands.
Let the Ghost King lead the little ghosts to the side first.
Feng Fuyao broke off his slender fingers and gave Ji Fanzhang a look.
He took out a Bagua disk with understanding and put his hand between his eyebrows.
The Bagua disk seemed to be covered by What's holding me up?
Flying up, Ji Fanzhang was dressed in yellow clothes and wearing a scarf hat.
He looked a bit like a Taoist priest coming down the mountain.
He gathered his magic power and danced the Eight Diagrams up and down in the air.
After several times, fine lines appeared on his forehead.
Thin strands of sweat.
After completing the last few movements, a beam of light shot straight into the sky.
"Get ready."
Feng Fuyao ordered, and the other six people took out the things in their hands one by one.
I picked up a live chicken.
Although it was still alive, it could only blink and not crow.
It was extremely honest.
That beam of light was made by the soul of a low-grade Yin spirit.
It was used to To attract that big ghost.
Seeing that the time was about to come, she glanced at the approaching Ghost King and shouted sternly: "Go back."
The Ghost King was caught red-handed and stepped back with a dry smile.
As a Ghost King, he had seen things in the human world.
But he has been trapped here for tens of thousands of years, and he will inevitably want to take a closer look at the things in the world when he sees them again.
He chopped off the chicken's head with one knife and threw it into the pit.
The miserable howl of the ghost could be heard faintly.
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The Yin spirit added the ghost's aura and made it weird, which would only attract him.
Moreover, other ghosts had already been ordered by the Ghost King not to come out here.
In an extremely yin place, when it is extremely yin, the power of ghosts increases greatly, but things in the world are bound to turn to the extreme, and they are easy to break when they are strong, and the same is true for ghosts.
The dark wind suddenly rose, the wind roared, and Feng Fuyao flew up using his skills, with his long flax hair flying in the air, and his momentum was as strong as a rainbow.
He said plausibly, "One bow to the first hurdle in Jizhou, two bows to the nine departures to Nanyang.
Three bows to Mao, he went up to Qingzhou, and four "Bayoudui Guo Xiliang" Bagua ghost hunting was created by herself using the most primitive method.
The willow branches rose into the sky, forming a complex Bagua diagram around her.
As she repeated the words, the willow branches spun around her faster and faster.
"Ouch!"
A shrill and penetrating roar came from all directions, and a ghost figure slowly appeared.
He looked at the beam of light and also noticed the willow branches beside him.
He started shouting angrily and started attacking in the direction of Feng Fuyao.
From his appearance, we can vaguely see what he looked like when he was alive.
He was wearing tattered clothes with no discernible color or shape, his skin was burnt black, and his flesh and blood seemed to be dripping with corpse oil.
It was just a drawn sword carried on the back, but it looked like it was swollen with the flesh, and the whole body exuded a rich black energy.
At this moment, Zheng Zheng stared at Feng Fuyao with an evil look, "Who are you?
Why are you asking for trouble?"
His voice also seemed to be burnt, and the hairs on the ears of those who listened stood on end.
After hearing his question, Feng Fuyao pursed her lips and smiled, "You know, I'm just here to cause trouble."
She actually said that she was trouble.
After a few breaths, the ghost man turned away and wanted to open the willow branches first.
Feng Fuyao took out 10,000 pieces of water from somewhere.
There was paper ash floating in the bowl and a red thread soaked in it.
He took out the red thread and the figure While he was spinning around him in a daze, the red thread began to wrap around him in circles.
The big ghost laughed sarcastically at first, and then struggled painfully.
She formed a seal with her hands, and her eyes were very cold, "People are separated by heavy paper, and ghosts are separated by mountains.
The shadow of the mountain cannot pass, and the ghost is buried in the mountain and the soul is broken.
Hurry and give orders."
Willow branches turn into talismans, and red threads form a net.
It doesn't matter whether you are a ghost burned to death or a ghost drowned, your soul will be scattered.
The big ghost knew that a disaster was coming, his eyes popped out, his tongue became longer, and he swung like Feng Fuyao.
Looking at the burning tongue flying towards him, Feng Fuyao twitched the corner of his mouth, how can we not be so disgusting when we are ghosts?
I don’t know that I am most afraid of these disgusting things.
Something?
Take off a small cylindrical white jade stick on the head.
In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that it is a very mini jade flute.
You old and immortal ghost, my aunt will send you back to the west today.
In fact, you don’t need this to deal with creatures like ghosts, but she really can’t stand that.
Cold air came out from under my hands, and the small jade flute turned into a nearly two-meter-long ice flute with white air in it in the blink of an eye.
When Ji Fanzhang saw the object she offered, his mood was indescribably complicated.
He really wanted to ask, what about it?
The ice flute calms the soul and is the most precious treasure in the world.
Before the tongue arrived, Feng Fuyao put Xiao to her lips, and a quiet and sad song slowly overflowed, as if crying.
The big ghost stopped moving instantly, and the other little ghosts watching the show blinked.
It turned into ice.
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Even the Ghost King could hardly hold on.
Frost falls and snow falls, which is the chill that freezes the soul.
But at this moment, a golden light suddenly struck like a phoenix Fuyao, "Damn woman, you dare to come back, you should die."
At first glance, she heard the voice sounded like a man but acted like a woman.
She knew who it was without even thinking about it.
Seeing the spiritual energy coming towards her, she had no choice but to withdraw her hand and block the madman's sudden attack.
At the entrance of the corridor, the magic pool is wearing a flower-red willow-green dress, and a flower petal is attached to the forehead.
The very masculine face is matched with the very feminine dress and movements, which is more than inconsistent.
"Motan, I don't have time to fight with you today, go away."
She gritted her teeth, this sissy would cause trouble for her.
Motan's eyes widened as this damn woman scolded him again.
"You damn woman, you're so ugly, I don't even want to carry my shoes."
Feng Fuyao: ""She has never been able to quarrel with this sissy in the market.
"Oh, why didn't I know that my Qingqing is ugly?"
The male voice sounded like celestial music, as clear and clean as a spring in the mountains.
That familiar voice made Feng Fuyao's heart skip a beat unconsciously, and she tightened her grip on the jade flute.
How could he －－－－－－Digression－－－－－
In the cold basement, Motan only wore a small underwear and was about to cry without tears.
Damn it, who caught me?
The sound of gentle footsteps, His Highness arrived: Who are you calling a dead woman today?
Mo Tan: Isn’t that a dead woman or something?
No, why are you so hot and beautiful?
His Highness frowned: You are not allowed to scold my dear in the future, otherwise I will ask you to collect it every day.
Motan: No, no donkey His Highness: No donkey, no donkey.
Cheng said: You are stupid, he is calling you beautiful.
Haha, Your Highness, you are so charming, even if you are so crooked, you can straighten it out.
His Highness waved his sleeves and walked away without looking back: "If you are still here, please go and collect it yourself."
Cheng said: Your Highness, there is no donkey.
I was wrong.
Come back quickly.
Now only Cheng Shuo and the half-clothed Mo Tan are left facing each other: You, go and collect it.
Magic Pond: Collection of men and women Cheng said: The woman is so beautiful.
Motan automatically finds the camera: Come to your collection and teach me how to put on makeup.
I must be more beautiful than Qingqing without a donkey.
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