At the moment when his body was pierced by the robbing of the spirit banner, Yang Xuming was stunned.

what's the situation?

His eyes widened, and he saw blood spurt out of his shoulders, dyeing the pale white spirit banner red.

The brain was dumbfounded for a moment.

Depend on!

I was stabbed?

Yang Xuming looked at the old man in disbelief, and just about to speak, suddenly a powerful force came from the gun barrel of the spiritist that pierced his body.

Yang Xuming was directly picked up and thrown out.

His body rolled in mid-air for a half-and-a-half period, and finally landed heavily in the snow.

Yang Xuming slammed his eyes and stared at Venus.

"Puff...cough cough cough cough..."

He sat up, clutching the wound on his shoulder, but soon found that the place where his palm was pressed does not bleed anymore.

Not even the wound was noticed.

And... he regained his mobility?

Yang Xuming quickly looked forward, the tall and burly figure still standing there.

However, the crimson blood splashed on the pale white spirit banner in its hand was gradually absorbed by the banner at this time.

In the wind and snow, that burly figure in a blood cloak stood quietly like a clay sculpture.

But a certain strange and violent **** evil spirit slowly condensed around it.

"My time...not much."

Under the hat, a hoarse voice came.

"You run away..."

With a violent wave of the soul-recruiting flag that had absorbed all the blood on the flag cloth, wherever the flag cloth went, a blood-red trace was directly drawn in the air.

While the blood burst, Ying Sixue and the female ghost on Lin Qiu's backs were instantly shaken away.

The bodies of the two girls returned to normal.

But at this moment, the long-lost suona sounded again.

The rapid and piercing suona sound, like a urging soul sound, made the scalp numb.

A cold gust of wind, rising on the ground.

While countless flying snow was rolled up and flew, a blood-red shadow rushed out from behind Yang Xuming and flashed past the small courtyard.

Pounce directly at the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat!

boom!

Amidst the terrifying sound, the violent shock wave spread to the surroundings.

Lin Qiu and Ying Sixue, the nearest ones, screamed at the same time, flew out by the shock wave, and fell beside Yang Xuming.

When the wind cleared, Yang Xuming looked at it again, only to find that the blood-red wedding dress was fluttering and the female ghost who had been sitting in the sedan chair came out.

She was suspended in mid-air, and a pair of ghost claws with pale skin and sharp and black nails coldly grasped the spirit banner of the blood-clothed hat, and the two sides seemed to be in a stalemate.

The sound of suona was still ringing, and it became more and more irritating.

In the yard, it seemed to think of countless people's wailing and desperate screams.

Then, under Yang Xuming's stunned gaze, the burly figure in the blood cloak suddenly twisted.

From the back of the burly figure, a female body with a red hijab and a red wedding gown grew silently.

At that moment, the figure in the blood cloak seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Under the hat covered by gauze, a blood-red gust of wind suddenly ignited, revealing a fierce and angry face.

Yang Xuming's father is like a maniac who has lost his mind, roaring furiously at the female ghost in front of him.

Its eyes are blood red.

The expression, distorted by anger.

The female ghost floating in the air holding the hoisting flag followed it with a strong wave, and was directly flung out, wiping Yang Xuming's ear and flew into the mourning hall.

After finishing all this, the burly figure in the blood cloak covered his head and let out a howl of pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

It turned its head abruptly, looked in Yang Xuming's direction, and then roared angrily and rushed over.

The blood raging, fierce and manic appearance, it was obvious that it was directly directed at the murder.

Yang Xuming turned around and ran without saying a word.

"Yang Jing! Do you remember Du Shuying who stole a fish by you on the Yuan River?"

Yang Xuming shouted as he ran.

But this time, what he shouted didn't work.

The violent figure rushed directly behind him, lifted the hoist flag and smashed it hard at him.

Bell Bell Bell——Ring Bell Bell——

The bells on the spirit banners rang quickly, and Yang Xuming was directly smashed out, hit the door of the mourning hall heavily, and then fell to the ground.

The huge counter-shock force shook his chest as if he was about to explode.

At the moment when he sat up, Yang Xuming, who was holding his chest, sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it...Do you really want the father to be kind and filial this time?

Yang Xuming looked at the violent figure of his father in disbelief, trying to escape, but his limbs were still in pain, his chest was about to explode, and his body couldn't fulfill the command to escape.

He could only watch the opponent rushing towards him again.

But when the figure in the blood-robed hat rushed to the door of the mourning hall, its attention was suddenly attracted by the blood coffin in the mourning hall.

Squeaky

The lid of the blood coffin was slightly moved away.

The pitch-black gap became bigger.

The pale ghost hand holding the edge of the coffin lid seemed to be exerting force and the contents inside wanted to crawl out.

Seeing this scene, the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat was directly violent.

It uttered an angry roar at the blood coffin in the mourning hall, and the prehistoric beast-like angry roar made Yang Xuming's eardrum sore.

——This decibel is too big!

In the next second, the burly figure in the blood cloak rushed towards the blood coffin.

But in the corner of the mourning hall, a pair of ghost hands with pitch-black sharp nails suddenly stretched out of the darkness.

The female ghost who was beaten into the mourning hall has been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to attack at this time!

Its pale and weird fingers clasped the neck of the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat.

The sharp nails pierced mercilessly into the sand cloth of the hat.

The blood flowed out along the female ghost's ten points.

But the burly figure who felt the pain was violent.

It does not have the weakness of injury, on the contrary, it is even more crazy because of the injury.

Even the holy spirit banner didn't wave it, it stretched out its huge palm like a fan, and viciously caught the female ghost around it.

The thick fingers squeezed the female ghost's head tightly, and then smashed the female ghost out forcefully.

boom!

With a loud noise, the female ghost was hit on the coffin board.

At that moment, the whole mourning hall seemed to shake for a moment.

The blood-red coffin was smashed so hard that it was almost overturned.

"he he he he he……"

The sudden strange laughter suddenly sounded in the mourning hall.

The moment the ghost of the flower sedan chair was smashed on the blood coffin, the fingers of the dead man who had grasped the edge of the coffin lid moved in vain.

The five fingers instantly released the edge of the coffin lid, and grabbed the female ghost who fell on the coffin lid.

Then, in the screaming and desperate howling of the female ghost, the ghost hand directly dragged the female ghost into the blood coffin.

In the coffin, there were scalp-numbing chewing sounds, and the screaming and vicious screams of the ghosts in the sedan chair.

But soon, the screams belonging to the female ghost of the sedan chair gradually disappeared.

At the same time, there was the strange chewing sound.

The hall was quiet for a few seconds, and then a new voice sounded.

It was a strange sneer that was weird and eerie.

It seems that something has awakened from the blood coffin.