Taoist Pingbo smiled and said, "Friend Taoist, why are you here to do if you don't sleep at night?" Han Yiming came over, staring at the front, never caring behind him. However, he knew that Taoist Pingbo followed him after he didn't know when he got up. He was really careless. Just as he was about to recite the sword technique silently, his feet tightened and looked down. He saw that something had grown on the ground, dark and dark in white clothes and white socks, which was very conspicuous. The thing wrapped around his feet, Han Yiming knew that he was determined to win, and he must have cast some magic before him. He was breaking free, and suddenly the pain came from his feet. The thing strangled on his feet and strangled into his skin. The harder he struggled, the deeper the strangle. His feet were strangled, and his blood was blocked, numb and swelling.

The Taoist Pingbo's right hand formed a claw shape on his chest, and he held it out of thin air. Han Yiming felt his heart numb, but his mind was also very fast. He pointed his right finger at the Taoist Pingbo's sword, and the Mingyuan sword was deshewn. At this moment, the Taoist Pingbo's black spade wood sword also bounced out, blocking the Mingyuan sword. The Taoist Pingbo smiled and said, "Little Taoist, let's talk well!" Han Yiming wanted to say, "We have nothing to say!"

The second uncle's instructions were again, and he could not give him a slight silence. He was so suffocated that his face was swollen. He gritted his teeth and said nothing. Taoist Pingbo smiled and said, "Friend Taoist, I just ask you, where is the golden light coming from?" Han Yiming saw that his eyes were flashing with light, and he was obviously very anxious, so he shook his head. Taoist Pingbo straightened his face and said, "I can turn you into smoke when I raise my hand, so you should just let it be honest!" His hand slightly loosened.

Han Yiming came out of breath, shook his head, and said, "I don't know what that is." Taoist Pingbo said coldly, "Since that's the case, I can't stop him!" He approached, and Han Yiming saw his hideous face, but he couldn't break free from the constraints on his feet. Taoist Pingbo had long been determined to win him, and when he started, a figure suddenly jumped up from behind Han Yiming and stood beside him.

Han Yiming turned his head and saw that it was the man he had followed before. He was thin and his head and face were wrapped in his clothes. Only a pair of eyes were exposed. One black hand grabbed the clothes under his eyes, and the other hand was a long thing. At this time, he was close to him. It was clearly visible that it was the long centipede that crawled over him.

Taoist Pingbo was stunned: "It has nothing to do with you, go away quickly." The man didn't say anything, put the long centipede on his shoulder, and stretched his dark hand back into his clothes, and took out a small gourd. The gourd was also dark in color. The man threw the gourd on the ground, and a thick fog filled his nose, and a strange smell came to his nose. It was impossible to tell whether it was good or bad. Han Yiming felt very uneasy.

The face of the Pingbo Taoist changed: "Are you going against me? Use a gourd to scare me? I'm not afraid." The man didn't say anything, but stretched out the dark hand and stirred it a few times in the black fog. In a blink of an eye, the black fog turned with his hand, becoming thicker and smaller. After a while, it had condensed into a little darkness on his fingertips. The man turned his fingers to the Pingbo Taoist. A little black fog condensed on his fingertips, and the black fog moved constantly in the direction of the Pingbo Taoist. If he let go, the black fog would pounce on the Pingbo Taoist. The Pingbo Taoist took a few steps back and shook his head and said, "Fellow Taoist, don't make such a joke!"

The man didn't say a word, but just pointed his finger at Han Yiming. The Taoist Pingbo looked disappointed and hesitated for a moment, but finally pointed his hand at Han Yiming's feet. Han Yiming felt that his feet were loose, his blood was smooth, and even his breathing was much smoother. He almost couldn't stand and fell down. Although the Taoist Pingbo was unwilling to accept it, he could only look at Han Yiming with hatred and turned around and left.

Han Yiming stood there for a moment and said to the man: "Thank you for help!" The man shook his head, bent down, and touched the small gourd on the ground. He grabbed the clothes with one hand, held the gourd with his thumb and ring finger with the other hand, and gently flicked the index and middle fingers at the mouth of the gourd, and the black mist fell into the mouth of the gourd, and he said: "You cover it tightly for me."

As soon as he made a sound, Han Yiming was shocked. This was the woman's voice. The man looked at him and saw that he was not moving, and said, "Put the gourd tightly for me!" Han Yiming then reacted, "Oh" and bent down and looked on the ground for a while. The man was a little annoyed and said, "Okay, I'll do it myself. Please help me!" He stuffed the gourd into his hand.

The gourd was only half the size of a palm. Han Yiming held it in his hand, but he felt very heavy and almost couldn't hold it. The man bent down and looked at it for a while, picked up the plug of the gourd, stuffed it, and stuffed it in his arms. He bent down again and searched on the ground. Han Yiming didn't know what she was looking for, but suddenly saw a little light flashing on the dark ground.

The man rushed to the light, and the light disappeared without a trace. She squatted on the ground again to search. Han Yiming saw a flash of light in front of him, and a little light under his feet began to shine faintly. He bent down and held it with his hand, saying, "Here." He grabbed a handful of grass in his hand, and the man rushed over. He raised his hand, and his hands were covered with grass leaves. Han Yiming was about to throw away the grass leaves in his hand, but the man said, "Slow." He looked at him carefully for a long time and said, "Hey, is it really here? How did you see it?" Her voice was not old, but was very young. He reached out to pick out one of the grass leaves full of Han Yiming's hands and put it in his arms.

She let go of the clothes that wrapped her head and neck, and showed her face. Her face was very beautiful, her eyes were dark and bright. Even under the moonlight, she could see her eyes shining with a slightly childish expression on her face. She looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was completely a girl. The skin on her face emitted a faint cold light under the moonlight, not as black as on her hands.

She looked at Han Yiming with no sign of dodging expression, and suddenly said, "How about you help me find something?" Han Yiming saw that she was still young, and did not avoid it, and said, "Okay, what are you looking for?" The girl said, "Come with me." She stood up, wrapped her clothes back, held the centipede in her left hand, grabbed the clothes under her eyes with her right hand, turned around, and said, "You should also wrap your face with clothes." Han Yiming said, "Why?" The girl said, "You wrap it first, and I will tell you later."
Chapter completed!