Tu Xuanxuan was talking to the civilians among them. The civilian answered very seriously for a while and continued to step on his own beats.

"Commemoration...dog ghost?"

After Tu Xuanxuan's translation, everyone was confused.

During this period, this group of civilians dreamed of a dog ghost, which was very ferocious. They bit themselves many times in the dream, and then they had no choice but to come to the shrine to prepare for sacrifice. If it was just a dream, it would be better for people around here to dream of it. Wang Gan, Chu Qianxun and others stood beside them and thought carefully.

"Can it be a ghost technique to fall into a dream?" Chu Qianxun mentioned.

Ghost arts are also divided into walls, dreams, and floating. It is not that every ghost can understand these three ghost arts. Or many ghosts are earth-moving ghosts and have no ability to float. Many ghosts can only go through the door and scare people without half of their bodies coming out of the wall.

Entering a dream is also a kind of ghost technique. It is the ghost technique that traps the Yang people in a nightmare after they fall asleep and steals the Yang energy, which is commonly known as the "ghost pressing the bed".

"It's possible, could it be Qin Kun?" Wang Gan said curiously.

Han Yao, Chu Qianxun, Wang Gan, the three of them shook their heads, unsure.

The fire sways.

Tu Xuanxuan got goose bumps when she heard them talking about ghosts at night, but it was very exciting. She suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone to navigate, and searched for some locations.

"Xuanxuan, what's wrong?"

Han Yao said curiously.

"Master Wang, can you lend me the star needle in your hand?"

Tu Xuanxuan finished searching and raised her head and said.

Wang Gan handed over and took the Star Ink Needle, which was slightly heavy. Tu Xuanxuan compared the mobile phone and cooperated with the Star Ink Needle to move directly near the shrine.

After a while, a few people walked in inconspicuous house in the shrine.

It is already late autumn and the temperature here is even colder.

There was a god in the room, which seemed to be a certain Tantric Buddha. He held a bead in his chest with one hand and stretched forward with the other hand. The direction of his finger was a deep pit.

In a shrine, there is an inconspicuous house, which is actually a Buddha statue that invites you to the pit?

The pit was dark and looked dangerous and weird. When everyone was curious, the oil lamp in the room suddenly lit up.

Puffy puffy

There is a sound when lighting the lamp. Nearly five hundred oil lamps are emitting green phosphorus fire. The sounds are coming one after another. Although they are weak, they can make people feel the fire when they are gathered together.

Seeing some flames even floated in the air, Han Yao quickly looked and immediately covered Tu Xuanxuan's eyes.

"Why are the earth bumps blocking my eyes? I've seen those green fires! Don't be afraid!"

Tu Xuanxuan has been a female ghost story anchor for so long. She saw the real green phosphorus fire for the first time. She was waiting to observe curiously, her eyes were blindfolded, and she was a little angry.

"Xuanxuan, listen to me. This fire is called 'soul fire'. You can't see ghosts."

Han Yao looked at the shadow behind the flames and said seriously that he was just for Tu Xuanxuan's good, afraid of scaring her. But a woman's curiosity is almost the same as a cat.

Tu Xuanxuan pushed Han Yao's hand away, poked her head out, and looked at the spectacular phosphorus fire.

As soon as the head was poked out, it became stiff.

The phosphorus fires float up and down, and five hundred lampstands are like things under the flames. The flames are weak, but they do not hinder its spectacle. Each lampstand is held by an evil ghost. Five hundred ghosts, five hundred evil ghosts! The death is hideous and terrifying, dyeing it into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

This scene came too suddenly! Who knew that this inconspicuous little house was so big?! Who knew that these people holding the lamp were all evil spirits who died tragically! Tu Xuanxuan closed her mind and quickly fainted.

Fainting is the protection mechanism that comes with the human body. Han Yao possessed him and found that Tu Xuanxuan was fine, so he slowly stood up.

Wang Gan touched his round belly and laughed: "Where are there any eyeless things that come from? Can you speak?"

The evil ghost made a harsh laughter, completely Japanese. They seemed to be ridiculing the three of them, laughing happily. A strong evil ghost even came out and pushed Wang Gan around and provoked loudly.

Wang Gan shook his head helplessly. This ghost thing is really powerful.

"Ghost son!" Wang Gan patted the evil ghost on the shoulder.

The evil ghost opened his mouth wide, opened the corners of his mouth, and looked at Wang Gan contemptuously.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll give you a good thing." A thick earth talisman appeared in Wang Gan's hand.

This talisman paper is equivalent to the power of a brick. When it comes to a ghost, it will be even more powerful!

A thick earth talisman hit the evil ghost's forehead, and half of his head was broken with a "bang".

Han Yao, Chu Qianxun, and Wang Gan, several ghosts appeared in front of him.

A ghost covered in coke, stepped on his feet in the brazier, standing behind Han Yao indifferently.

One stabbed the ghost and the old ghost with a corpse lamp appeared on Chu Qianxun's left and right. The old ghost with a corpse lamp looked at the evil ghosts holding the lamp around him and smiled slightly.

A zombie staring at the dead fish's eyes appeared, and Wang Gan covered his forehead: "Fei Lei, why are you standing opposite? Get back!"

"oh."

Feilei Zombie found that his team was standing in the wrong position and jumped back quickly.

Four ghost generals and three ghost hunters are in front of them with 500 evil ghosts.

This scene seemed to be back at the "Martial Tea Party" in Longhuai Ghost City.

Wang Gan cleared his throat: "Speak loudly, this time Dao Master came across the ocean to find someone. Have you met a very powerful Yangren recently?"

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Golden clouds are everywhere, and black stones are everywhere.

Blood mist floats between heaven and earth.

Ten Dead City.

At the door of Kunlun tomb, a bull demon was sitting on the grass. The bull demon was holding a grass branch in his mouth and looking at the sky without doing anything.

Next to him was a young man.

"Brother Kun, if you don't wake up, the team will disperse." After talking to himself, the iron chains on Niu Mo's body wrapped around the sarcophagus and dragged Qin Kun to the top of the tomb.

The young man is very heavy and is very tired to drag him, let alone go up the mountain. Every time he is taken up the mountain, the Bull Demon will become exhausted.

I don't know how long ago it was doing this every day. The young man in the sarcophagus was sleeping all the time. Niu Mo didn't know how to wake him up, so he had to pull him out for breath every day, fearing that one day the young man would die in the grave.

The Ten Dead City has really turned into a scorched earth.

A shocking battle swept across the three forces, twenty-nine life-breaking hosts, one hundred and twenty-two Yellow Spring-level hosts, tens of thousands of Styx-level hosts, and even more underworld-level hosts participated and even died.

All forces are reshuffled and reorganized, accepting the natural law of elimination in this world.

Many people died, fighting for the earth veins, divine blood, and some strange things.

Niu Meng saw the dilapidated and desolate Golden King Apartment not far away, and Niu's eyes looked deep in thought.

"It turns out that the Golden King had a premonition that there was such a war at the beginning." No wonder he wanted to win over the hosts and win over the ghost messengers of the hosts. To put it bluntly, it was all for self-protection.

There are not many people in this block. Since the older generation, like the Golden King, the Black Scorpion Duke, and the Sha Zombie disappeared, they have all seen new people again.

The patrol guard walked through the block with a proud look.

When passing Kunlun tomb, the captain of the leader stopped, stood quietly, and said, "Have Qin Kun woke up yet? This land should be confiscated."

"Sir, let me beg you for a while. This magic weapon is worth a little money. Do you want to accept it?" Niu Mo had a shy face, his hands were covered with a magic weapon with a dirty amount of oil and a nail-head pestle.

The captain had white hair. If Qin Kun saw it, he would definitely recognize it. This was his contract fighter, Silver Bat.

Yinbat chuckled: "I like your waist brand. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!