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Song Changqing seemed to have removed a heavy shackle that was hanging on his body in an instant, and straightened his spine and neck forcefully, and there was a ‘click’ as the bones stretched out.

Once he regained his freedom, he immediately tore off the robe on his head and back:

"I go!"

The robe was stained with foul black blood, and it stained his hand at this time.

Song Changqing was born in the line of Yunhu Mountain, and has dealt with ghosts and zombies all the year round, so he naturally knew that his previous situation was in line.

It's a pity that he discovered that it was too late when he was in the Tao. At that time, he couldn't speak or see, so he could only feel resentment on his shoulders, urging him to move forward.

He knew then that something happened.

The yellow material hanging down from both sides of the shoulder made Song Changqing understand who the ghost attached to his shoulder was at this time.

This man's leather lantern does not speak martial arts!

When I was in the tea shop, I clearly felt that they were fellow practitioners, and they stayed righteously and entered Shenzhuang to expel ghosts, and eventually died here.

After his death, he was still uneasy, and was made into a human skin lantern to be hung on the street.

Under a moment of pity, I wanted to get rid of the pain, and then I was thinking about waiting for this matter. I gave this robe to the master. After I leave Shenzhuang in the future, I will recite the curse of death for this person, so as to calm the pain of their souls after death as soon as possible. To bliss.

But he didn't expect this evil spirit to become a climate, and he didn't even think of his good deeds at all, but instead entangled him because of it.

"Good people and good deeds really can't be done."

Song Changqing turned around his sore and numb neck, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, alleviating his pain:

"This dead old way actually entangled the door."

Others are young and cultivators, usually strong and physically strong.

Coupled with the fact that the old Taoist found out early, Song Qingxiao's shot was still very quick, so he quickly recovered a lot of energy after a while.

"The evil thoughts in Shenzhuang are too great."

The old Taoist frowned, his face solemn:

"You have to be careful. The people who died here are affected by the grievances here. They have long been ignorant of righteousness and evil, and committed evil."

He smelled the very uncomfortable smell in the air, not only belonging to the walking dead, but also the ‘evil’ lingering here.

As if the roots had rotted away, the very bad and bad malice revealed by it was full of resentment to everyone.

If it is contaminated to the slightest, it will be corroded by it as if it is highly toxic.

In the time of speaking, the blood on the Taoist robe held by Song Changqing more and more, dripping down the Taoist robe'tick to tick'.

Song Changqing didn't care to answer the old Taoist priest's words. Seeing the blood on the robe was disgusting, he was busy loosening his hand.

‘Patter. ’

The robe fell on the ground, and it seemed to be corroded in an instant, turning into a pool of blood cocoons.

In the surrounding mist, many looming ghosts smelled the **** smell, and they slowly moved to this side, showing a look of greed.

However, because of the existence of Song Qing, those ghosts seemed to know the power and did not dare to approach easily. Instead, they swallowed their saliva and wailed ghostly.

After the human skin lantern lying on Song Changqing's back was dealt with, Song Qingxiao entered Shenzhuang to show off his brilliance. The laughter, bells, and clapping sounds of those little ghosts disappeared in an instant.

It is not only human nature to deceive good and be afraid of evil, this rule also applies in Shenzhuang.

A sad expression flashed quickly in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and then he forced it down and asked the big disciple:

"Evergreen, can you still go?"

During this pause, the sky was much darker than before, and the surrounding yin was thicker.

Some courageous ghosts gradually showed their true bodies. At this time, Shen Zhuang was the real ‘ghost domain’ worthy of its name.

Sensing the evil thoughts around him, the old Taoist became more anxious, and worried that Song Changqing was possessed by a ghost and was greatly affected and unable to act.

"It's not in the way."

Song Changqing shook his head and threw the slipped package on his back:

"Fortunately, Junior Sister acted in a timely manner, I am no longer a serious problem."

"That's good." The old Taoist nodded.

At this moment, Aunt Wu said anxiously:

"It's getting darker and darker. Why don't we talk while walking..."

She had a premonition of anxiety, and the darker it got, the more fear she felt.

In particular, there is no half of a person on the street, but there are more and more ghosts, ghosts are everywhere on the street, and a group of living people are surrounded by a hundred ghosts. It can be said to be the biggest nightmare in Aunt Wu's life.

In comparison, the reappearance of the dead parents in the family is nothing compared to these evil spirits.

"go."

Song Qingxiao responded.

When she spoke, it was more useful than the old Taoist priest.

Aunt Wu's spirit was lifted, and Wu Baocai already said:

"Go this way."

Everyone knew what was good or bad, so they didn't dare to stay, bowed their heads and followed behind him, shuttled among the ghosts that gradually became apparent.

The Yin Qi became heavier and heavier, and the light from the human skin lantern illuminates the entire Shenzhuang.

On the green streets, the ghosts that appeared were blue-faced, looking at the group of people in front of them unkindly, and coldly trailing behind them with a gloomy and weird gaze.

"Hehe--"

At some point, the laughter of the children who had disappeared rang again.

It came from the streets and alleys, with malicious snooping, and followed everyone behind.

‘Ta, ta, ta! ’

There were more and more footsteps behind him, and the Yin Qi became more and more serious.

The black air leaked out from under the feet, intertwined into a large layered net, trying to trap everyone in it.

Under the corrosion of Yin Qi, everyone feels more and more cold all over, and the soul is gradually no longer stable.

"Cuizhu——"

Suddenly, a gentle call came over. Aunt Wu’s fat body shook, and the fat on her face trembled. Before she agreed, she heard the old Taoist yelling:

"Don't look back!"

She woke up suddenly, a bit grieving with a stern ghost, and she was good at calling the soul.

If you answer this sound, you will lose your soul and die.

Fortunately, the old Taoist reminded her in time, otherwise she would be caught off guard by this ghost.

She was grateful in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak out, so she gritted her teeth and rushed forward.

"How long is there?" The crowd ran behind Wu Baocai for a long time, feeling more tired, their legs as heavy as lead.

Not only is it tired, but the laughter behind him, and the ghosts that are getting closer and closer are the culprits that cause the huge pressure in everyone's hearts.

"There is still some distance."

Wu Baocai saw sweat on his forehead.

Although Shenzhuang is nominally a village, it is actually no less than a city.

The inner city is divided into inner and outer cities. The inner city is centered on the city lord’s mansion, which covers almost half of Shenzhuang.

The complex layout of the houses outside the village makes it extremely difficult to move.

Although Aunt Wu’s family is not a big-hearted family in Shenzhuang, they established a foothold in Shenzhuang early and made their fortune quickly. They managed two silk and satin estates, and they were considered wealthy.

Therefore, the place of residence is not very far from the city lord's mansion in the inner city. It is elegant and quiet. In this prosperous area, it is also a quiet three-entry house.

If Shen Zhuang had nothing to do, such a house would cost at least thousands of silver dollars to buy.

But at this time, for a group of people who had just entered the city from the pier, it was a long way to go to the door of Aunt Wu's house.

"We usually come back in a carriage...whoop..."

Wu Nier opened her mouth with difficulty during the flight:

"It will be there in less than half an hour..."

When everyone heard this, they felt desperate.

"Buy road money—"

"Buy road money—"

At this moment, in the back and front of the street, and in the alleys on the left and right where the dim green light came from, children suddenly sang in unison:

"Hmm is good to see, the kid is hard to deal with—"

Aunt Wu's daughter-in-law trembled with fright, her legs were soft, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"They..." Why are they still following?

Some people can't help complaining that the old Taoists did not know how to work, and refused to give money when they entered the city, which led to these little ghosts.

But in the presence of Song Qingxiao and the old Taoist priests, they did not dare to say such a thing.

"Leave it alone." The old Taoist gasped and reminded coldly:

"When you can't hear me, go!"

"I died so miserably—"

Amidst the cries of ‘oooo’, a man’s painful howl rang.

Immediately afterwards, at the side of the alley ahead, a yellow shadow with a coquettish red light among the green light flashed:

"I was scratched by someone, and I sucked my internal organs dry. It hurts--"

"Who can help me--"

"Hehe--"

"Buy road money, buy road money..."

"Old Taoist--you can't leave--"

"You will die in Shenzhuang!"

The voice with great malice resounded in everyone's heart like a curse.

"It's so noisy!"

At this moment, Song Qingxiao among the crowd finally stopped:

"The ghost will never go away."

As she spoke, murderous intent was already in her eyes.

This time, the boys in the corners of the alleys and streets were no longer afraid, as if they were confident, like dancing and laughing, and laughed louder.

"Qing Xiao——"

When the old Taoist heard her voice, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and then stopped, and saw that she had already turned around, as if preparing to do something.

"You go first."

Song Qing's small voice came over, and she was already walking behind the crowd, as if she was preparing to solve this group of troubles.

"I'll follow up later."

There was a strong confidence in her words, as if solving these ghosts was nothing but a trivial matter for her.

The old Taoist priest had never seen her breaking into the red mist and smashing the shocking scenes of Li Guochao's ghost boats with sword light, but she had also seen her killing the Shen family and his wife who were turned into corpses on the boat, and slashing the female ghost.

He has certain confidence in Song Qingxiao, but as an elder, he is inevitably worried.

But at this time, he didn't drag Song Qing's small legs back, nor did he say that his anxiety was distracting her, but he only suppressed his inner feelings:

"Well, we are waiting for you in front—"

He deliberately wanted to let others go first and stay with Song Qingxiao to defend against the enemy.

But there are old and weak women and children in the team, and these people also need someone to guard them.

"go!"

The old Taoist waved his hand, and everyone fled forward again.

The ghost group at the end was intercepted by Song Qingxiao and no longer followed the crowd as before.

Song Qingxiao turned his head and saw the ‘brightly lit’ long street on the back, and in the alleys clogged by the crowd of evil spirits and ghosts, he coldly stared at her.

These ghosts have become the climate, and the most terrifying thing is that under the green light of the horribly green human skin lanterns, their bodies seem to be like substance.

The moment Song Qingxiao turned around, the bodies of these ghosts suddenly seemed to be ‘melted’!

The surface of their bodies began to gush out a large amount of thick brown slurry, some of which looked like melted chocolate sauce.

Thousands of ghosts melted at the same time, and a large amount of blood plasma began to flow on the ground.

The blood plasma turned into a wave of blood in the blink of an eye, and the anger that mixed with the ghost and resentment turned into a huge wave, sweeping towards Song Qingxiao.

In the screaming wind and wind, the people fleeing in front could not hear the kid's giggle, and at the same time felt the green light behind them darkened.

"Little Junior Sister——"

Song Changqing's heart jumped, and instinctively wanted to look back when he was worried.

But before he moved, the old Taoist stretched out a hand, as if he knew what he was thinking, and grabbed him:

"Go!"

"But Junior Sister—"

Song Changqing was anxious, and said loudly: "--It's still behind."

"Your junior sister said, let's go!" The old Taoist said with a sonorous and powerful voice, and finally trembled: "Listen to her, don't let her be distracted and worried."

The change in the tone of his words is enough to show that his heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface at this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But he is more afraid of his and Song Changqing's irrational behavior, and instead put her into a crisis and passive. .

"master--"

Song Changqing's eyes were hot, and the old Taoist priest said cruelly:

"obedient."

As the two talked, the blood was almost overwhelming, blocking the originally bleak green light.

A terrible sense of crisis came straight from the rear, and the sound of the ‘woo woo’ wind was like Jiuyou Difu behind, and there was no sound from Song Qingxiao.

Although the old Taoist was very anxious in his heart, he didn't say anything, he just led the crowd forward.

On the other side at this time, the blood waves transformed by Hundred Ghosts slapped.

At this critical moment, Song Qing's pupils shrank and said lightly:

"Frozen!"

As soon as her voice fell, the ice-type spiritual power escaped from her body in a large amount, forming frosty ice under her body, confining the blood wave coming to her little by little.

In the end, when the film reached her door, it turned into a layer of ice crystals to block it.

She held the palm of her hand, and an ice sword took shape and was held in her hand.

Jian Mang cut out, and cut the ice layer with a bang.

'what! ’

Hundreds of ghosts shouted together, and saw thousands of threads of blood flowing under the blood-red ice layer.

Yin Qi swallowed the ice and snow and melted instantly.

Countless bloodshot stabbing to Song Qing Xiaoji, with the resentment of an injustice, wanting to pierce her out of all kinds of scars!

The word'Front' flashed, and Song Qing's small figure had appeared in the air.

'Jingle Bell! ’

At this moment, the bell rang, and a powerful mental force slammed her sea of ​​consciousness, as if trying to influence her consciousness.

She coldly glanced at the other side of the street corner, and then pulled her palm, the sword light drew out several halos, turning into a domineering and invincible sword energy:

"God Destruction!"