Maoshan ghost hunter

"Then you just watch them release Lin You?"

"Let them release it." The Thai wizard said after a moment of silence, "Let's go to the foot of the mountain to guard it. It's fine if we release her. I also want to settle with her."

Over there, Sibao and Lao Guo discussed the action plan again, and then launched the action...

Holding a pistol, Xie Yuqing nervously patrolled around the ghost road, lest Wu Xujun's master and apprentice come out to destroy it again. <>

Lao Guo raised his sword and cut open the barrier of Ghost Road, broke in, and ran towards the third tree on the left of Ghost Road.

A wave of resentment struck from the depths of Ghost Road, Lao Guo ignored it completely and continued to run wildly.

When resentment chased him, he was shot down by a golden light, but it was the Four Treasures rushing forward with a golden bowl in their hands, blocking in front of Lao Guo, throwing the golden bowl into the air, forming orchid fingers with one hand, dragging the energy in vain, and the other Holding a string of black sandalwood Buddha beads in one hand, he kept turning them and chanted the "Universal God Mantra".

The golden bowl did not fall in the sky, and it spun rapidly, releasing golden light, resisting the grievances that constantly hit from the depths of the ghost road.

Without hesitation, Lao Guo swung his sword and chopped at the root of the Golden Fragrant Wood tree, and a stream of green blood spurted out on the spot.

This Golden Fragrant Wood absorbs soul power all the year round and has become a tree demon. It is only because the primordial spirit is controlled by my formation and cannot be transformed into an attack, but it still has the ability to defend.

Lao Guo's magic power is limited, and the Seven Star Longquan Sword in his hand can only exert [-]% of its spiritual power, so it can only be cut down to the root of the tree with one sword.

"Golden bowl..."

Ziyue slowly floated over, staring at the golden bowl in mid-air in a trance, "The most powerful magic weapon of the Buddhist family, as expected..."

Suddenly withdrew his eyes, looked at Sibao, and said lightly: "However, it's nothing more than holding on for a while."

After speaking, his expression sank, and more resentment burst out, hitting the golden bowl.

Sibao's face began to sweat slightly, and the speed of spinning the beads in his hands became faster and faster, and he kept chanting mantras...

Ye Shaoyang was completely unaware of all this.

He has been concentrating on drawing Dao lines on the jujube stick until midnight.

Wang Ping sat on the bed, watched him busy all the time, couldn't help but said: "Take a break, you've been busy for so long.<>"

"This is nothing. I used to make all the important instruments on the mountain by myself. I spent at least five hours a day. The rest of the time I have to practice kung fu and draw symbols. That's hard work."

Wang Ping sighed: "It's no wonder you are so powerful. It turned out that you have suffered so much to get what you are today."

"Isn't this nonsense, you can gain something without suffering, how can there be such a good thing."

"But many people only see you when you are bright, but not when you are suffering."

Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "I catch ghosts and subdue demons, not for people to see."

The two chatted, and the atmosphere got better and better.

After a while, Wang Ping got out of bed, squatted down in front of him, stared at his movements for a while, picked up a jujube stick, and said: "Drawing a few strokes like this will generate spiritual power. so amazing……"

Ye Shaoyang was busy and focused, and said casually: "Didn't you disdain before?"

"It's a bit disdainful, I'll be honest, although I used to hear Ms. Zhou talk about you, but I always felt a bit like a magician... So I dislike pony hunting ghosts with you, are you not angry when I say that? "

Ye Shaoyang smiled.

Wang Ping squatted on the ground, holding his face in his hands, staring at Ye Shaoyang's face, and said: "I didn't like you before, because I felt that you were not serious, smooth-tongued, and more like a magic stick, but what happened today made me I know, in fact...you are really amazing. Being with you makes me feel safe."

Ye Shaoyang heard that the voice was wrong, stopped what he was doing, and frowned at her.

Wang Ping was still talking, "And you are the only one I can rely on here, after we go out, can we still be friends?" As he spoke to the end, his voice became softer, and there was a seductive smile on the corner of his mouth.

The atmosphere is getting worse and worse. <>

Ye Shaoyang said lightly: "It's late, you go to bed and rest."

"Let's go together, anyway, we are all ghosts now, and there is nothing to avoid suspicion." Wang Ping took his hand and stood up, but he couldn't stand firmly, and fell into Ye Shaoyang's arms.

Ye Shaoyang also instinctively caught her.

What the hell, this paragraph is too old-fashioned, Ye Shaoyang was stunned.

Wang Ping blushed, and exhaled like blue in Ye Shaoyang's ear, "I feel your heart beating so fast, tell me why?"

"Want to hear the truth?" Ye Shaoyang also looked at her with a smile.

"I will believe whatever you say."

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly, his smile subsided a little bit, and he said indifferently: "My heart beats fast, because I am very angry and distressed, and I feel worthless for the pony... I didn't expect that you are like this people!!"

He reached out and pushed her away.

Wang Ping stared at him blankly, lost all his charm, and murmured: "You really have no idea about me? I don't believe it."

"Yes, you are very beautiful, and you have a good figure, but you have to remember, you are my brother's woman," Ye Shaoyang sighed, sat back on the ground, and continued to draw Dao lines, "Go and rest, just now I'll pretend it never happened, so don't think too much about it."

Throwing a jujube stick to her feet, "If you really feel insecure, sleep with it."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at her again, and the corner of his eyes fell on her feet.After a while, the feet moved, sighed heavily, and walked towards the bed.

Finally finished painting the Dao pattern, Ye Shaoyang spread his own quilt to the door and lay down on it.

Chapter 7 Nine I Have a Spiritual Bead 1

There is no sleep here, Ye Shaoyang lies on the mattress, closes his eyes and rests his mind, recovering his energy.

"Sorry……"

After a long time, Wang Ping's voice sounded quietly, "I'm not the kind of person you think, maybe it's because there are only two of us in this world, besides, what you did today touched me, and I'm so excited It's such a lonely environment, I can't restrain myself for a while, please don't worry about it."

Ye Shaoyang didn't speak, and lay quietly. He was very angry at first, but after thinking about it from the beginning, he immediately felt something was wrong:

Wang Ping is not this kind of person!

Although he didn't have deep contact with him, Wang Ping's impression of him was not bad. He was very intellectual, decent in handling things, and cultivated like a lady.

Although she doesn't think highly of herself, she has bickered with herself because of the pony, which just reflects that the relationship between the two is very good.

The most important thing is, even if it was true as she said, she was the one who touched her, with a pony in the middle, she shouldn't show it so nakedly!This is completely unreasonable.

Through this analysis, Ye Shaoyang thought about the matter, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, he sat up slowly, and said in a casual tone: "Wang Ping, how did you enter this world?"

Wang Ping was feeling ashamed, when he suddenly heard him ask this question, he sat up, turned his head, looked at him blankly, and said, "Why do you ask this?"

"No, I just want to know about Ziyue's methods and analyze her strength." Ye Shaoyang lied casually.

Wang Ping didn't doubt that there was him, but when Ye Shaoyang brought up another topic, he felt that chatting could ease the awkward atmosphere, so he told the story of wandering in the mountains with the pony, getting lost, and finally being possessed by evil spirits.