Chapter 1662 The Spirit of the Little Heavenly Master (30)

"Even if I can't resurrect it, I have to leave here, go find the heart-minded man, kill you, form a nine-corpse squad, and I will leave."

The aunt's voice suddenly became strange.

Deaf and sharp, young and old, it seems that the voices of two people overlap.

When Bai Weiwei's fingers were stiff, he saw that the aunt's eyes slowly fell from the eyelids, and the tears turned into blood and flowed all over his face.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Aunt simply ignored the knife on her neck.

"Give me your soul, leave me here instead, give it to me."

Aunt reached out and wanted to catch her.

Bai Weiwei was a glimpse, and it was too late to escape. The knife had been taken away by the aunt.

She almost jumped up and ran to the back of Yu Mo, and hugged his waist. "Yu Mo moved, there are ghosts."

Yu Moqian reluctantly sighed, just so capable.

Why are you so embarrassed now?

The owner of this hotel has already been possessed by her daughter.

The so-called words that leave the soul are also rumors.

Correctly speaking, the people who came to live in this hotel are already dead.

Because of the law, not everyone can come in.

It’s the kind of person with a particularly bad yin who can get in here.

When you come in, you can't get out.

Bai Weiwei is obviously a physique of the little sun, and can even run to this hotel?

Yu Moqian didn't think so much at first.

Now I see the formation method. I feel that I am familiar with the fact that I know that the nine corpses are yin, that is... the method of Tiandaomen.

But can this kind of formation be used to make money?

Yu Mo moved to the dark and deep, and there was a strong killing.

This is against the rules of the door.

Aunt slowly stood up, stood up, straight, and her head sagged to the chest, her ugly old face smirked.

"I have to go to the heart of the heart, I have to go find him to say."

The color of the corridor was slowly soaked in blood.

The dark red, from the locked door in the corridor, continues to spread.

The door suddenly heard a fierce crash.

It seems that something is going to collapse and the lock is in jeopardy.

Yu Moqian took the mahogany sword and took a sword flower at random. Then he squatted and took Bai Weiwei back with one hand.

Bai Weiwei exclaimed: "Yu Moe?"

Yu Mo moved to frown. "No big, no big, big brother."

Bai Weiwei: "...big brother."

Yu Moqian: "Yeah."

Yu Moqian moved to the relocation of many people do not respect people, he is a hundred years old.

His sword picked it up and took the aunt to the wall at the end of the corridor.

Aunt twitched her limbs as if it were a broken bone.

She made a screaming scream.

The ghost in the body was also knocked out from the aunt's body.

The female ghost's blood-stained skirt crawled over with a strange speed.

"Why, everyone must stop me and stop me from looking for him."

Yu Mo moved a calm face, just like a doctor who used to see a wound. His heart was like water and his face was expressionless.

He carries a yang-like masculine collection.

It is simply the best yang supply station.

Fear of anything, not afraid of ghosts.

The Taomu sword in the hands of Yu Moqian was thrown into the air.

He painted with one hand, and countless yellow characters appeared from the void, and the yellow characters burned and gave off golden light.

They are all pure yang.

The light formed a golden net, and it fluttered to the female ghost.

The female ghost twitched and struggled in the net.

(End of this chapter)