"You mean these are fucked?"

"Well, there is no owner's corpse, buried in the dark, this is the dog legs of the sank. Who knew that there were three hidden in the orchard? No wonder my master came last year and said that there was something wrong with the feng shui in the village." Qin Donglei sighed, "This year is not good. Kunzi, hurry up and take Daman with him, but I have to wait for me to lay a paper man."

Qin Kun found that Qin Donglei was tying paper people. He rolled up his sleeves, and the skin on his arms had been carefully cut off, and some film was pasted on the back of the paper people's neck. The surrounding yin energy became more and more intense. Qin Donglei said: "This paper people have the function of a scapegoat. You one of you, just cut your fingers and drop blood on it."

Qin Kun then realized that the first two paper men were prepared by Qin Donglei for himself and his stupid son Daman, but they were used by Qin Liang. Now he has been rushing to break another one, and the fog has become thicker and thicker.

"I'll take Daman with you, what about you?"

"I'm a little wise, these three thugs can't do anything to me."

Qin Donglei smiled crookedly: "Go quickly!"

Qin Kun called Qin Daman and pinched Qin Daman's fingers. Qin Daman shouted like a pig killer: "Brother!!! I won't cut it! It hurts!"

"Are you cutting or not?"

"Brother! I won't cut it!"

This silly child made Qin Kun laugh and cry, with serious and horror, and quite funny.

When he first entered the village, his ankles were filled with fog and now he had already fallen into his waist. Qin Kun didn't know what this meant, but he didn't have time to make a choice for Qin Daman.

Qin Daman's finger was cut and dripped on the paper man. Qin Donglei pushed it out with one hand. Qin Daman suddenly fell into the fog and disappeared.

"Kunzi, go quickly. I'll tie this one up and go out with you."

Qin Donglei was quick to get his hands and feet, and he was struggling to stab the last one. Suddenly, in the yard, Qin Donglei's house, the wooden door was violently beaten.

The rhythm of Dongdong Dongdong is like a drum beat, getting faster and faster.

Qin Donglei's sweat wet the paper, and he hurriedly wiped his forehead, his hands were already messy.

"Kunzi, why haven't you left yet?"

Qin Donglei was stunned and found that Qin Kun was still in the same place.

"I can also order Taoism."

"The Yin-Training Technique of Fengdu's disciples is not useful here! There is no city god in our village to bless you!"

Qin Donglei shouted anxiously.

Bang

The door in the yard was blown up.

Yin Qi was filled with the flow of wood chips, and the three hairs were staggering and walked out swayingly.

"I want to leave? It's too late..."

An old man with long hair, a big purple-haired man with scars, and a thin, withered and green hair.

The three hair slags all have flesh on their bodies and almost all their clothes are there. However, the dry skin is pressed against the body like a tight-fitting suit, and the hairs of various colors float with the wind.

"Hahahaha... I actually used hundreds of money as bait to trap us in your yard, and I still wanted to use paper people to replace my life. Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

The blood-haired man patted his belly. His nails were sharp and his face was slightly rotten and his air-dried skin. The blood-haired man scratched his cheeks, and dirty dander fell like snow.

"Bah! Let you do whatever you want is to lose your life!"

Qin Donglei's breath was hard but his heart was cold and his back was soaked.

Damn it... These guys came out so quickly...

Hundreds of families and grains cannot trap them...

The paper man in his hand has just completed halfway, how can this be good?

Suddenly, Qin Donglei's shoulder was patted. Qin Donglei was stunned and found that Qin Kun handed over his paper man: "Go out quickly, Uncle Donglei, these three guys are so scary."

"What a joke... you want to stay here to be a hero? It's not time for you to come forward."

Qin Donglei snorted coldly, his sleeves trembled, and a white filial pie was thrown out.

Qin Kun knew this thing, Emperor Tianxiao.

Xiaobu was worn by Qin Donglei on his forehead, Xiaobiao Dai Piaopiao, and the three hair zombies laughed.

"I've seen this trick. It's okay to deal with those chaotic zombies. Do you still want to deal with us? Funny!"

The old white-haired man smiled gloomy and his mouth was full of stench. He walked forward and stepped on the filial belt that was dragged to the ground.

The soles of his feet were rubbed on the ground, and the quilt was hung down. Qin Donglei swallowed his saliva, feeling a little disappointed.

The Emperor's filial piety... The Emperor's filial piety that ghosts and gods can't help them......??

This... the Emperor Tianxiao is not afraid of...whose origin is these group of hair zombies?!

The three Maoshou smiled very proudly, looked at Qin Donglei with covetousness, and then turned their eyes to Qin Kun.

"What a rich yang energy, um... it's simply delicious." The moldy green-haired thin man on his body twitched his nose. Qin Kun's body smelled so fragrant that he wanted to swallow his tongue.

"He is mine, don't rob it!" The blood-haired man grinned his teeth, and the sound of swallowing saliva was in his bloody mouth.

"Whoever grabs it, who belongs..." The white-haired old man also looked at Qin Kun with a green look.

There is no way, it’s really delicious... It’s hard not to pay attention!

From beginning to end, Qin Kun looked at the three guys quietly.

Hairy?

These are these three dead Shamatts?

Isn't it a corpse-wolf?

Qin Kun was completely uninterested, so he lit a cigarette and sat on Qin Donglei's chair.

"Uncle Dong Lei, near the Houshan Orchard, do you know about the Five Immortal Temple?"

Qin Donglei was stunned. He didn't know how big Qin Kun's heart was, but he actually started chatting.

Seeing Qin Kun's serious look, Qin Donglei's neck was hard, but he still refused to lose his composure and answered: "I know... Linglong Ladder, Xuanshan Temple, was worshipped by the fairy. But it seems to be a superstitious legend..."

"Isn't it still superstitious to send ghosts and gods?"

"But my Taoist skills are real, not legend!"

Qin Kun exhaled a puff of cigarette: "Okay, you are not a legend, and the immortal in the Xuanshan Temple is not a legend."

Qin Donglei didn't know what Qin Kun meant, but suddenly discovered that with Qin Kun's whistle, a big python burst out from the fog.

hiss

As soon as the python appeared, it swallowed the white-haired zombie without being able to cover its ears. Its abdomen was wriggling, and the python's vertical pupils were fierce.

"A bunch of evil spirits dares to make trouble in the world!"

Speech people's words! The remaining two Mao Zombies and Qin Donglei were already stupid.

The blood-haired man felt the fluctuations of the other party's spiritual power and ran away!

You have become a spirit! Who is the evil spirit!!!

The python quickly stretched out its head, and the blood-haired man was also taken into his mouth and swallowed it immediately.

“Master…can’t eat it anymore…”

The two hair zombies were not nutritious at all, and the snake they ate was very disgusting. The python regretted that he promised Qin Kun to deal with these evil spirits. He thought they were some blind little ghosts, but who knew they were three stinky corpses.

After two of them were eaten, the python never wanted to eat the third one again, it felt like it wanted to vomit.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go back." Qin Kun said without forcing the other party.

The python left, and Qin Donglei's yard was left with only a thin green man.

Qin Kun walked over and said curiously: "What's going on with this fog? Why can it pull people into the Yin Realm?"

"This is a certain magical power and ghost technique. Can you understand if you tell me?"

"If you like to say or not."

With a bang, he kicked the green-haired thin man fiercely on the belly. Qin Kun held on one leg and kicked out his right foot. Seeing that the green-haired thin man bent over, he slashed down and knocked his heel on the green-haired thin man's head.

puff

Some unknown slurry was sprayed out from the mouth and nose of the green-haired thin man, which smelled very bad. Qin Kun grabbed some paper money from the side and lit it and sprinkled it on the other party.

"You can't kill me!"

In the fire, the green hair is burned but it has never been curled. The stiff hair is like a steel brush. The more painful and stimulating it is, the more vertical it is like a needle!

"Qin Kun, don't irritate him! He seems to be going to become a flying zombie!"

The green-haired thin man burned in the fire, his legs buried in the mist that surged from the ground, and the mist kept wrapping his legs. Qin Kun then realized that these mists seemed to be the slightest aura.

Borrow the ground to eliminate evil?

"Hahahaha... It's too late! I've been reborn from the green zombie and have become a flying zombie. I'm comparable to a ghost general. I'm not afraid of fighting alone with the ghost general! Can you still kill me?!"

The green-haired thin man had a ferocious look and roared loudly.

After the roar, suddenly the wind blew everywhere. The fog no longer gathered towards him, but turned into a thick column of air, vertically rising to the sky.

The Qi column disappeared, and eight ghosts appeared at the same time.

The air is in an absolutely quiet state for a moment.

Then, the thin green-haired man opened his mouth slightly, and a snot flowed out, and was sucked back.

In front of him, a 2.3-meter-old bull demon held an iron rod and knocked his head, and spoke in a silence.
Chapter completed!