Love your pet egg

Outside the third canteen in the dead of night, several ghostly shadows appeared at the door. The leader lifted the chain lock hanging on the glass door, took out a small bottle, poured some liquid on it, and the lock was broken in the middle. Several people walked into the cafeteria quietly.

The last person who stepped in was very tall and thin. Through the faint moonlight streaming in from the window, it could be seen that the other person was a monk wearing a dark monk robe. When the others opened their mouths, they all spoke in Japanese:

"Master Daojing, this is here... But the number seems wrong. According to the information provided by Mr. Otsuka, there should be at least three thousand oriental dead souls here, not even one-tenth of them here."

"The rest were devoured by the willow spirit." The monk named Dao Jing said in a deep voice.

The Dongyang man cursed in a low voice, very resentful: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have let that goblin die so happily!"

Dao Jing was noncommittal, he spread out his palm, and held an emerald green inner alchemy in his palm, which glowed faintly.

The other palm of Dao Jing hangs above the inner alchemy, urging the mana in his body, the palm emits a silver light that complements the emerald green inner alchemy, wisps of white breath evaporates from the inner alchemy like smoke, surrounding The ghost who was committing suicide stopped at the same time, twisted his neck stiffly, and looked in the direction of several living people.

The willow gathers the shade, and the willow inner alchemy that has become a fine willow can awaken the sanity of the dead ghost. Dao Jing did not expect that the mission to China this time would be so smooth. After all, Yao Qianqian's appearance was not what he expected.

The oriental people held their breath, they are all oriental warlocks, and they can naturally communicate yin and yang. At this moment, seeing those ghosts walking mechanically one by one, they all showed a look of relief.

"Dongyang has never forgotten you, the loyal and passionate warriors at the last moment of their lives," a warlock unfolded a soul-calling flag, and a violent whirlwind suddenly surged in the entire cafeteria hall. The soul-calling flag was hunting in the wind, and he murmured in a low voice, "Come on, come home with us!"

Dao Jing's hanging palm pressed down, and the mana in his body surged out even more violently. The ghosts seemed to be attracted by a magnet and all gathered together. The first ghost in front had already raised his head, with fish-like eyes His mouth gradually gained focus, and he only had half of his mouth left, but he made a gloomy and sharp voice as he opened and closed:

"You are finally here!"

The dead ghosts who have been trapped in the canteen for nearly 80 years are finally awakened!

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