In early September, the light rain, and the moon is hidden in the clouds, light and dark.

The moonlight shines on the uninhabited road in the western suburbs, quiet and uninhabited.

Western Suburbs, Linjiang City Funeral Home.

The guard, Mr. Qu, shook his head and listened to the Kunqu opera "Peony Pavilion". Sometimes, some songs are endless.

"According to the occasion, people are lingering, by the plum village. They are like flowers and plants that are loved by people, and their lives are as long as they wish, so they are sour and sour without anyone complaining. When they are beaten, the fragrance of the soul is in the rainy plum sky, the Megan who is guarding meets..."

The knob of the radio was slowly twisted by Mr. Qu.

In the sky, there was a sound of light rain hitting the leaves.

At midnight, Mr. Qu opened the window of the duty room, and a cool breeze blew in. Mr. Qu spitted out phlegm and said to the outside: "It's dark and slippery, Fengdu has no home, where does it come from!"

After a while, two figures came out next to the tree at the entrance of the funeral home.

One of them has a dark face, his head is printed half a month old, his hands are put together in his sleeves, and he looks like a scholar.

A swallow had a ringed forehead, a armored mantle, and a green bird tattooed around her neck, which seemed to be a general.

At around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, at the entrance of the funeral home, one literary and one martial artist appeared at the entrance of the funeral home. Their eyes were pure white and their pupils were like needles. If it were someone else, they would have been shocked long ago.

"Sir, don't worry, I'm here to find you." The scholar leaned against the tree and shouted at Mr. Qu.

Looking for...mine?

Hey... interesting.

The two ghosts at the door fluctuated their ghost energy, which was the evil ghost who had just advanced, but the ghost energy was solid and they were not dispersed. They obviously had real skills. Are they actually here to find themselves?

Uncle Qu walked out with his back hunched over.

Turn your right hand upwards, and a touch of green fire pops out of your palm!

If Qin Kun was there, he would definitely recognize it. This is Da Yan Zhan Mingshou!

"I asked you one last time, were you looking for me or finding fault?"

The general bowed: "The ninth level of the Huangquan Tianfu, the nine mountains and nine rivers are the same as the world!"

Mr. Qu was stunned and furious: "Don't dare to pretend to be a visitor to Fengdu!!!"

The general smiled: "No, no, I mean, I know your identity."

"I?!"

Mr. Qu had a cold expression: "Hmph!!! You are just evil ghosts, you don't have purple air, and you dare to call yourself the emperor?! Come on the name, old man, I won't kill the nameless ghost."

The general was a little guilty, looked at the black-faced scholar next to him and whispered: "Bao Heizi... To be honest, have I become emperor in the next few decades?"

"Of course! Will I still lie to you?"

The black-faced scholar rubbed his nose, leaned against the tree, and said seriously: "It's very simple to know our identities! It's not bad to guard the eight wildernesses alone. I won the infinite heavenly masters, Qing - how can you fight?!"

beat!

Why don't you fight!!!

Two evil ghosts, one proclaimed himself the emperor, and the other dared to report the incision of Tiangou. Do you think your surname is Qin?!

The dark net is covered by the sky!

Green Fire Ice Flame headed towards the two people's net. The general's ghost hand raised his sword and fell. Ming Luo was cut open a hole. Mr. Qu was stunned. What a powerful knife! Then he pulled his five fingers and punched the general's ghost.

“Bold!!!”

The black-faced scholar suddenly shouted, and Mr. Qu felt dizzy, his breath was disordered, his steps were staggering, and he came back to his senses. A red dragon ghost knife in front of him had already been cut off!

Uncle Qu had to counterattack and put his hands together!

catch!

Hold the blade with empty hands!

The Red Dragon Ghost Sword stopped three inches above the head, and Mr. Qu was sweating in cold sweat, so it was so dangerous... What is the origin of this black charcoal head?! Why did the judgment of the family?!

With a shout, the ghost is not strong, but its power is intimidating!

The black-faced reading ghost curled his lips: "Do you have to do this to speak well? Old man, where is the entrance to the White Bone Ghost Town?"

Mr. Qu's muscles were tight all over his body, and the general was just one-handedly pressing the knife, which was extremely powerful!

Mr. Qu was trembling, and the general was a little surprised. This old man was really powerful! His Taoist skills seemed to be very superb!

Mr. Qu pushed the blade hard, dusted his clothes, and said coldly: "What a bone ghost city! I haven't heard of it! There is only Longhuai Ghost City here!"

The black-faced reading ghost scratched his head: "No, Nan Baigu who can't be beaten to death was beaten to death? Well, where is the entrance to Longhuai Ghost Town?"

"What are you going there...doing?" Ergui didn't attack again. It seemed that he was not a question.

Mr. Qu did not take the initiative to provoke! The ghost skills of the two ghosts were too weird, and he couldn't understand. What other tricks did they have?

The black-faced scholar's pupils were already small, and he rolled his eyes very white: "Nonsense, I'm waiting for the ghost body, of course I have to go to the ghost town!"

Uncle Qu was choked and had nothing to say.

After telling them the nearest location to enter the city, the two ghosts walked away.

Seeing two ghosts disappearing side by side in sight, Mr. Qu was puzzled. Why are these two guys so strange?

The black charcoal head among them has a very familiar face...

...

The tall buildings of reinforced concrete are like forests, and newcomers often feel very depressed.

However, they have seen this scene a long time ago.

At night, Jinzhu Road, High-tech Zone.

A fat boss is selling flying cakes and fried yogurt.

It's past 1 o'clock now, and the last group of people has returned home, so it's time for them to close their stalls.

"Wait for the boss, come and have some food."

"Okay." The fat boss and the boss lady smiled, and were about to start making it, with a little purple on their faces.

There were two people in front of the stall, or rather, two ghosts.

Their ghost aura is very restrained, and the fat boss can't figure out what their identities are, and he sweats coldly.

"What are you afraid of? Are you also a ghost? Are you still afraid of us?" The black-faced ghost was like a scholar, with his hands in his sleeves, a little impatient.

The fat boss smiled bitterly and started to take action.

Two servings of flying cakes and two servings of fried yogurt.

The general Gui Dajian took out his sword and sucked it in the air, and the flying cake was sucked into his mouth.

Then, on the tip of the knife, the bowl of fried yogurt slipped down, and the back of the knife shook, and the general ghost whale swallowed it, and ate the rolled fried yogurt into his mouth in one bite.

The general ghost swallowed it voraciously, and the taste of the kernel was a bit sweet and sour, and the taste was special, which was indeed good.

"Your craftsmanship is comparable to the Kitchen King's Altar. I would like to you!"

The military general bent his fingers and bounced out an ancient coin, with the words "Han Yuan Tongbao" written on it.

The reading ghost also smacked his mouth and took out an ancient coin from himself: "We don't eat and drink for nothing."

After the two ghosts finished eating, they left with satisfaction. The fat boss was a little surprised to see that they were heading to the entrance of the ghost town.

Who are they? Haven't seen them before!

...

Qin Kun and his friends calculated it over and over again, and the fight had been going on for 4 hours.

The ghosts in the stone city have a sharp drop in scale every moment!

There are only 800 evil ghosts left in the city, and 200 left in the martial arts tea party. A total of thousands of ghosts are still struggling to survive.

The city wall has changed from the most dangerous place to the safest place.

Niu Meng, headless, hanged ghost, survived by luck, but had no power to fight again.

Fortunately, Niu Meng realized the new ghost technique "Yan Scorpion Sequoia". The headless ghost's flying head technique has also advanced to the "explosive soul" from the flying head mirage world!

A qualitative leap, even if it is eliminated this time, there will be no regrets!

Seeing that the two were exhausted and depressed, the hanged ghost said, "Now if a ghost climbs up the city, all three of us will be eliminated. If we lose to the ghost, we will be too embarrassed. Do you dare to go to the same place with someone?"

The martial arts tea party in Longhuai Ghost City is the most familiar place for hanged ghosts.

At the beginning, he was one of the ghosts in charge.

Now that he has become a participant, he will naturally not be eliminated before he has reached the third level.

Niu Meng shook his head.

"Old cow needs to stabilize a new ghost technique!"

The headless ghost could see that Niu Meng was unwilling to hide.

"Brother Niu, let's avoid the limelight first and don't cause trouble for you. Take care!" The voice of the headless ghost appeared from his chest.

In fact, leaving is the greatest help to Niu Meng.
Chapter completed!