Old man Lang looked uncomfortable, and he often did things like snatching kid snacks and stealing food on weekdays, but in terms of catching ghosts, he was really more expert than an expert, at least Qinghuan followed He is incomparable. I saw Old Man Lang taking a deep breath, one hand on his hips, another hand pointing in any direction, a big mouth, and yelling: "...&%￥#￥%&**%#...**!!!"

Qing Huan and the second brother: "..."

What a great skill, what a mighty prestige... Qing Huan's knees almost broke on her knees, she is already ready for the unfocused master to draw a talisman to drive away evil spirits, okay! What kind of ghost is this... In the modern world, Qing Huan likes to read some weird books. She is not afraid to watch horror movies. No matter how many ghosts are in the film, there can be as many ghosts in the river? She doesn't pay attention to the many ghosts of Wang Chuanhe, and horror movies are not as good as cartoons in her opinion.

…The author is far away. Having said that, she knows that there is a saying among the folks that when a ghost hits a wall, she scolds vigorously, or lets a man pee soak, which can break the ghost hitting the wall. Originally Qing Huan thought this method was quite good. The former is suitable for women and the latter is suitable for men. Unexpectedly, in the case of Old Man Lang, both are suitable.

She was also convinced, and the master scolded people all the way, saying that people are afraid of ghosts. In fact, ghosts are more afraid of people, especially the wicked. When a person is flustered and afraid, yelling for a few minutes will strengthen the courage. Once this courage is strong, the three-flavored yang fire on his body can be burned, and when the yang is full, the ghost naturally does not dare to get close. To put it bluntly, it means to be bold. Old man Lang also said that a courageous person can't do the job of subduing demons and demons.

No wonder, Qing Huan had gone down the mountain before, passing by the bun shop where Old Man Lang often squatted, and said that Old Man Lang would not dare to scold him anymore. At that time Qing Huan naively thought that although the master didn’t adjust. Although the Taoist incense is not strong, his reputation as an old man for catching ghosts is still there, but now it seems that the mouth that can look at the world's shrew takes advantage.

When Old Man Lang was screaming, the second senior came over silently, covered Qing Huan’s ears with both hands, and sighed: "Sister Huan, don’t listen, don’t let the dead old man take you badly." The whole school, except for the big brother. The younger sister Wenya is the most elegant, and the younger sister Wenya should be thankful to the big brother. Since she was a child, she taught to read and be a man. It would be a miserable thing if she became a shrew like Old Man Lang. But the second brother is weird, just how old man Lang's virtues taught him to be like a **** like a man?

The two masters and apprentices stood together, to say something bad, like the **** Erlang and the apprentice. One is tall, handsome and elegant, and the other is short and rich. Although Old Man Lang often boasted that he was handsome and suave when he was young, the second brother felt that Old Man Lang was bragging.

Anyway, the old man Lang brags every day, he is madly grinning, without a word of truth in his mouth.

But such a stinky old man is their most respected master.

After a while, Old Man Lang finally finished his scolding, and the surrounding scene instantly became clear. The three of them had already reached the entrance of the main hall, and they just wandered around in place.

"Sister Huan, what is it, Master is not good?" Old man Lang ran over to offer the treasure.

Qing Huan couldn't bear to hurt the cute little old man, and nodded, ignoring his conscience: "It's amazing, really worthy of being a master."

what! what! Old man Lang immediately became triumphant. If he had a tail, he would have been up to the sky by now. After being praised by the little disciple, he was so happy that he kicked open the main hall door with his hands behind his back, humming a small song, as if entering an uninhabited state.

…It seems that there is no one in the first place.

Qing Huan exchanged a helpless look with Brother Er, and walked in behind Old Man Lang.

As soon as I entered Qinghuan, I felt something was wrong. This kind of error has nothing to do with danger, but a complete silence. Strange, really strange, it stands to reason that after death, the soul is immortal, as the folks say is the first seven thirty-seven, ghosts generally stay in the world for a hundred days before ghosts come to ecstasy. This period of time Here, they all present a state of ignorance and ignorance, and most of them will not leave their bodies. But now, none of the corpses had a trace of soul smell.

Qinghuan is the bridge master of Naihe. Her keenness for the soul is unmatched. She clearly knows that the ghosts of this world have not come to ecstasy, and the souls of these people are indeed missing. But it is not right to say that it is completely destroyed, because there are still blue fires with stars on their spiritual stage. The blue fire is a symbol of uncanny.

This Yizhuang is full of weirdness.

If Mo Ze was there, or Qinghuan was willing to pinch his fingers to calculate, she could immediately learn the reason for the matter, but she did not do so. She thought that in this world, she should only be an old man's apprentice seriously and use his teaching skills.

The three men and the disciples inspected the corpses one by one in two ways. Old Man Lang was afraid that Qing Huan was afraid, so she let her follow him. He didn’t do this when he accepted the other four students. Xiao Xueer died tragically because of love, but before she was alive, he was only slightly relaxed and the teaching was still strict, so when Qing Huan worshipped the teacher, Old Man Lang really didn’t want her to be. Too hard. But I didn't expect this youngest apprentice to be the one with the highest talent. He used to be too harsh on Xiao Xue'er, and now he is particularly doting on Qing Huan. If he had previously pushed the apprentice out and let them go on their own.

Can they not finish this little thing? It's just that Old Man Lang thought that Qing Huan would definitely face these things in the future, so he wanted to take her out of the teacher, the only one in the world who stood in front of him, it is estimated that Qing Huan would be the only one.

He is good to Qinghuan, can Qinghuan not feel it? She is grateful and cherish, but also wholeheartedly for the sake of old man Lang.

Some of the corpses in the Yizhuang have begun to decay, but there are also a few new corpses, and their focus is on the new corpses. The strange thing is that these new corpses are obviously half-sized men, but the whole figure is shrunken severely, and the skin is wrinkled and dry and hollow.

"Master, this is... they have all been sucked away, right?" Qing Huan stretched out his hand and gently pressed the forehead of the next corpse, without the slightest fear.

Old man Lang was afraid that she would be scared, and kept paying attention to her expression. Only then did he dare to be sure that she was really not afraid, and even enjoyed it, he was relieved, and felt that his master had no use for him. She's so majestic, scumbag, bad girl, ignorant...

At this moment, Qing Huan felt that something was wrong in the dark, and quickly pushed Old Man Lang away, and at the same time shouted, "Master, be careful!"

A huge body rushed over. Qing Huan only had a lantern in her hand, but she was slender and extremely flexible. Although the figure was big, it was very heavy and the movements were stiff. At first glance, she was a walking dead. Qing Huan slid across his legs easily, and with one hand, she stood beside Old Man Lang.

Old Man Lang and Senior Brother Er were so scared that their souls were almost gone. If Qing Huan had anything to do with this, they would definitely apologize with death!

"Master, it's a walking dead." Qinghuan said calmly, "copy the guy."

They have made all-out preparations. Qinghuan’s weapon is the water and fire umbrella, which was made by the second senior brother. In addition to his skill, the second senior brother is especially good at making delicate things. This water and fire umbrella is just like its name, and it is not afraid of water and fire. , Steel bone and iron leaf, invulnerable to swords and guns, can be said to be an excellent self-defense tool. The second brother took a different approach. There were a lot of steel needles on the water and fire umbrella. He knew that his daughter’s home loved beauty and that the water and fire umbrellas were all a single color. It is these needles that can be used as weapons regardless of whether they are opened or closed, but they are very elegant. The handle of the umbrella is also carefully designed to match Qinghuan’s hand, body shape, and height. In other words, this umbrella is placed in the hands of others. It is an ordinary self-defense umbrella, but in Qinghuan’s hands, it is not only Can defend oneself, can also be used as a weapon.

When Qinghuan received this gift, her tears almost came down. The idea came from the senior brother, and the material was obtained by the master and the third brother, and then the second brother made the water and fire umbrella. She couldn't describe how moved her heart was.

The water and fire umbrella also has a mezzanine, and inside is a yellow symbol prepared by Qinghuan. Basically, even if the umbrella loses its ghost nest, it doesn't dare to touch it.

"Sister Huan, there is more than one, be careful." Old man Lang's expression suddenly became serious.

Qing Huan also heard the change. These walking corpses had no breathing or heartbeat, and they came around in all directions, just in the moonlight, Qinghuan counted, probably seven or eight. They all looked dull and indifferent, but they shot viciously and wanted to bite them, especially if they wanted to bite her and the master, but they didn't say much to the second brother.

The second brother also noticed this. The three masters and apprentices exchanged glances. The second brother pretended to be knocked unconscious. A walking dead carried him to his shoulders and quickly disappeared in the darkness. Then Qing Huan and Old Man Lang soon The remaining few were squeezed.

These things are extremely terrifying to ordinary people, and to Old Man Lang and Qing Huan, they are not as terrible as a wasp.

Because Huangfu Town can't live with Hornet.

Strangely enough, the walking corpse that was held by Huang Fu quickly began to shrink, and finally became the size of other dead corpses on the bed. Qing Huan tried to uncover a yellow talisman—they didn't move anymore.

"People are dead long ago." Old man Lang frowned. "I don't know what it is, I control them, and now the talisman calms them, and it becomes their real appearance."

"Master..." Qing Huan shouted. "These people have no hair, are they wearing robes?"

The moon was too pale, and the lantern went out in the fight again. Old man Lang twisted and set the talisman and burned it. It was true. He twisted his old face: "This is the group of bald donkeys in the temple!"

"Why are they all dead?" Qing Huan was surprised. "They came to Yizhuang to catch ghosts together. With so many monks, even if they only recite the scriptures, the ghosts can't stand it. Why are they all dead?"

Old man Lang stretched out his hand and sneered: "What kind of **** monks are these, the **** ring is broken, and it's useless to recite the scriptures until you die!"

He usually can't understand the behavior of the group of bald donkeys being abducted in the temple. They still came during the day. They wanted to pretend to cheat some money, because the Yizhuang during the day is normal, but who knows that after they come in, they will also be in the daytime. It started to die.

Qing Huan glanced at Master, and tried it on their spiritual stand with one hand. As expected, he couldn't feel any soul fluctuations. "Even if they are liars, Master will save them."

Old man Lang choked and snorted. Muttered: "Who calls me a Taoist..."

Qing Huan laughed. "Let's go, Master, let's chase after the second brother, I just cast a spell on him, we can still keep up now."