Song Daochang's tone was solemn, and he urged the two apprentices:

"No matter what, this trip to Shenzhuang is full of dangers. If you are careless, you may fall into it. You must be more careful."

As soon as his voice fell, he saw both apprentices respond.

The old Taoist gaze fell on Song Qingxiao, thinking of her previous posture like a newborn calf and not afraid of tigers, he couldn't help but feel a headache:

"Qing Xiao." He scolded with a deep face:

"Especially you, you must never leave the master for half a step."

Having said that, he was deeply afraid of any dangerous behavior Song Qingxiao would make, and added:

"Some things can't be touched at will!" After speaking, he asked coldly:

"Did you hear that?"

Song Qing underestimated the uncontrollable worry in his eyes, nodded, and responded.

It wasn't until after seeing her promise that the old Taoist sighed with relief.

After this breath was relaxed, he seemed to find something wrong with his fingers and let out a painful snort.

Song Qing's gaze fell on his raised finger. The **** had been bitten by the old Taoist priest. It seemed that he was planning to use a blood curse to stop the ghost who was attached to the old man driving the car.

Unfortunately, before he had time to spot the blood, he was attacked by a ghost.

Yin Qi followed the wound and intruded into his finger, and the entire palm was swelled terribly at this time.

Especially the middle finger, the nails have turned black, and the canals at the fingertips have clearly emerged, with black air entrenched on it, which is extremely hideous.

"master…"

When Song Changqing saw this scene, he couldn't help exclaiming.

The old man who drove the car was also very scared, and the other man in the car was muffled. The old Taoist immediately pinched the print with one hand and hit his arm.

I saw the black energy that had spread upward along the palm of his hand following his magic formula, and the upward momentum suddenly stopped.

The old Taoist fingers slowly slipped down along the forearm, and the spiritual force pressed the Yin Qi back, and the black Qi withdrew from between the palms of the fingers, retracted above the middle finger, and finally turned into black blood, followed by a'pattering' The wound on the **** dripped out and landed on the floor of the carriage.

It was not until the blood turned black to red that the old Taoist stopped sweating profusely.

A foul smell spread, causing the old man in the car to subconsciously cover his nose.

Song Daochang forced out a yin energy, and took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket with one hand, chanted a few spells in his mouth, and pressed it with his backhand.

When the talisman touched the wound, it burst out with a burst of golden light, and then disappeared invisible, but the wound had been completely sealed, and the effort disappeared in a short time.

The old Taoist took out another talisman and threw it on the ground with black blood that contained yin energy. The talisman paper burned with a'boom', and the black blood became invisible with it.

After finishing all this, the old Taoist priest seemed exhausted and leaned against the back of the carriage, his face like golden paper.

"master."

Song Changqing called out with some worry. The old Taoist's complexion was pale, his thin chest was undulating, and his trembling nose was covered with profuse sweat. Hearing the call of the big apprentice, he didn't even open his eyelids, just said:

"Staring around, protect the junior sister, I will adjust my breath for a while."

His character is the strongest, if it is not a last resort, it would never be possible to say he wants to rest at this time.

Song Changqing looked terrified, and before he could speak, he listened to Song Qing's soft voice:

"You can rest assured and adjust your breath, I will look into the car."

"You little girl..." Song Changqing couldn't help but muttered as soon as he heard this.

"How to grab the words of Big Brother?"

Even though I said that, I was very touched by the sensibility of the junior sister in my heart.

Everyone was a little uneasy. Song Daochang seemed to have suffered some injuries. Only two young disciples remained, and they were afraid that the two young people would be unable to support the overall situation.

However, the old man driving the car looked at Song Daochang’s pale face and guessed that this might have something to do with saving himself. He was too embarrassed to call him with a guilty conscience and moved, so he remained silent, but prayed in his heart that he would not encounter anything along the way. thing.

In addition, although the man who got in the car was afraid that Song Daochang might have trouble after adjusting his breath, he did not dare to disturb Song Daochang's cultivation.

At first, Song Changqing was tall and big, and looked very burly and scary.

If Song Daochang is forced to stare at the car, it is very likely that his apprentice will be angered, and he will be beaten severely. If he is driven out of the car alone in the wilderness, it will be troublesome.

Secondly, Song Daochang only adjusted his interest rate. When someone else was in the car, something really happened. His two apprentices were still in the car. Even if they didn't save others, he couldn't ignore them.

After thinking about it this way, everyone went quiet and stopped speaking.

Song Changqing glanced at Song Qing, as if he had something to say, but after looking at Song Daochang who was adjusting his breath, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, but sat at the door of the car with wide-eyed eyes, raising his spirits. Sensing every move around him, he was alert to the danger coming again.

But I don't know if it was because of the black line that had been drawn from the eyes of Aunt Wu and the old man driving a car, there were no more twists and turns on the road.

Because of the change of the bronze armored person carrying the car, the originally expected seven or eight hours to reach Shenzhuang was greatly reduced. After that, the fast-moving car stopped in less than two hours.

The previous frequent incidents made the tense old man and the man feel exhausted, and the two of them fell asleep unknowingly after a smooth journey.

"Arrived."

Until Song Changqing let out a low drink, the two of them opened their eyes blankly.

Although I slept for a while, my heart was hanging, and I felt that I couldn't sleep well. At this time, my eyes were extremely sore, and my whole body was also very painful.

The car had stopped, and the surroundings were so quiet that needles fell.

Shenzhuang, as the country's leading sericulture site, is well-known throughout the country.

The water transportation extending in all directions makes this place very prosperous. In the past, there were people in the nearby towns and villages, and it was very lively.

Although the man in the car who is about to go home has moved to Shenzhuang for a few years, he still has some impressions of Shenzhuang. I remember that there are many boats stopping by the river, and there are some porters and singers who help pull goods. Pulling and singing was so happy, at this moment, he straightened his ears and listened for a while, but it was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.

"Are you in Shenzhuang?"

He couldn't believe it, and in such a quiet and strange environment, he involuntarily lowered his voice.

But even so, his words seemed very harsh in this extremely quiet environment.

"Already here."

Song Changqing said again. As soon as his voice fell, he saw Daochang Song, who was closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, also slowly opened his eyes.

He was recuperating for a while, and his complexion was better than before, but the injury caused by Yin Qi could not heal so quickly, not to mention the loss of spiritual power and divine consciousness, it is impossible to recover in such a short period of time. To the pinnacle.

Song Changqing jumped out of the car first, grabbed a handful of the huge package on his back, and stretched out his hand to lead Song Qingxiao:

"Little Junior Sister, watch your steps."

Song Qing Xiaoben wanted to jump out of the car for a while, and finally put his hand on his palm, and then got out of the car.

The rest of the people also came at once. Before Song Daochang got up, he patted Aunt Wu who was lying on the stool:

"Don't get up soon!"

He knew well that Aunt Wu was possessed twice, severely hurting his vitality. At this time, falling asleep is precisely nurturing his own soul.

As a result, she slept very deeply. When the old Taoist called her, he used his spiritual consciousness to forcibly stimulate her soul, awakening her directly from the deep sleep.

Aunt Wu was slapped by him, her chubby body trembled heavily, and as soon as she woke up, she let out a terrifying howl:

"Ghost!"

Her memory still stayed when she was possessed by a female ghost. Song Daochang took out the silver mirror and showed the female ghost in the mirror.

At that time, Aunt Wu said that her body had been controlled, but she still had a trace of consciousness. When she woke up, she remembered the scene and immediately screamed in a loud voice.

At this moment, how quiet is the periphery of Shen Zhuang, even the man's previous soft questioning seemed extremely loud, not to mention Aunt Wu's voice at this time.

I saw her voice spread, and repeated echoes came from all directions:

"Ghost—"

"Ghost—"

"Ghost-ghost-ghost-"

The echo from the distance seemed to be contaminated with a bit of coldness here, and it seemed extremely resentful and gloomy, and it became more and more crippling.

The old man and the man who just got out of the car were like two frightened quails, with their backs pressed tightly to their backs, covering their ears with their hands in unison, their bodies trembling constantly, wishing to isolate Aunt Wu's scream.

But no matter how tightly their ears are plugged, they can still hear the sound of faint resentment at the same distance and into their ears:

"Ghost—ah—"

"hiss."

Song Changqing also felt his back numb, and there was a faint air between his teeth, and his teeth were sore from the cold.

Aunt Wu herself was frightened by her own voice. If she hadn't seen Song Daochang's figure in front of her, she might have been scared away from the body on the spot.

"Master Dao, Master Dao, oooo-" As soon as she saw Dao Chang Song, she was too busy to come to hug him as if she had seen a relative, but the old Taoist took a big step back and warned her:

"Wu Shen, men and women can't accept it."

After a fight from the edge of life and death, she finally woke up, Aunt Wu knew that the old Taoist priest in front of her should have saved her life.

Compared with life, these so-called red tapes are naturally not worth mentioning.

She didn't get angry when she was scolded. Instead, she became more sober. After confirming that her life was saved, she couldn't help but be afraid and happy again.

"Am I alright? Daoist?"

"It's okay for now."

The veteran Taoist was afraid that she would be out of control, so he quit the carriage and motioned to his eldest disciple to step forward and help her get out of the car.

"This, where is this?" Aunt Wu just woke up, with many questions in her heart, but she could also see that it was not the time to ask questions.

The accident on the road several times when the car stopped has caused her psychological shadow. Although she saw everyone getting out of the car, she was shrinking in the car and was reluctant to go down.

"It's already here, Aunt Wu, you'll talk after you get out of the car."

"Here, are you there?"

As soon as she heard of Shen Zhuang, rather than after another accident, she hesitated for a long time before poking out her head slowly.

I saw ten bronze armored men standing around the carriage, but the bull pulling the carriage was no longer visible.

In the distance, the gray mist was filled, and for a while, it was unclear whether it was night or early morning.

"This, is this Shenzhuang?"

Shen Zhuang's change not only surprised the man, but even Aunt Wu was also surprised.

The Shenzhuang in her memory was not like this. She had only visited this place a few days ago. It was still very lively, but at this time it looked like a quiet ghost town!

"Yin Qi is already very heavy."

The words of the old Taoist priest were a little heavy, and his eyes revealed a little helplessness: "Presumably, the situation in Shen Zhuang Nei should also be very critical."

After speaking, he sighed long:

"Oh, injustice!"

Aunt Wu's body trembled heavily, her eyes turned around, and she saw brother and sister Song Qingxiao, as well as the old man driving the car and another man.

Other than that, there are no other people around.

When the weasel group besieged the bullock cart, she was not awake, so naturally she did not have this memory.

At this moment, I saw the old man driving the car with red and swollen eyes and pale face. Even if she hadn't personally experienced it, she had already guessed some clues. She couldn't help but shivered sharply, and she didn't ask aloud.

"Ghost~~~~~~~~~ah~~~~~~~~~~"

The echo was still faintly heard from far and near, as if a grievance was sighing softly at the end of the mist.

Aunt Wu tightened her neck and wished she could close her ears like the old man and the man to cut off the sound.

"Let's find Dongwu Wharf first."

She stomped her feet and let out a white mist as she opened her mouth to speak:

"So, the ferry boats that used to enter Shenzhuang would stop there to transport pedestrians."

Aunt Wu stammered, her teeth clucked: "There are also hotels nearby," a faint hope came out from her puffy eyes:

"If it's someone, you can just inquire about it..."

Obviously it's not yet winter, but today's riverside is already chilling.

A palpitating cold burrows into the flesh and blood from the soles of the feet and the pores of the whole body, almost blending into the bone marrow, freezing human blood into ice.

Everyone stood there for a while, feeling unbearable. Goose bumps came out layer by layer. The chill couldn't get rid of it. They all wanted to find a place to stay quickly to avoid the chill.

After hearing what Aunt Wu said, everyone nodded.

Song Daochang moved his hand and said something in his mouth.

I saw that the ten bronze armored men quickly shrank under his secret curse, and in an instant they turned into a dozen bronze beans and shot them into the palm of his hand.

He held this small handful of copper beans and stuffed it into his pocket.

This magical scene made Aunt Wu and others stunned, and even more respect for him.

Among the few people, Aunt Wu from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is a native of Shenzhuang. She is the most familiar here. Even if she has been married for several decades, she has traveled this way many times.

But when she came back this time, she found that she didn't seem to know Shen Zhuang.

The crowd followed her for a long time, but she became more and more frightened.

Surrounded by dense fog, the familiar scenes were astonishingly unfamiliar at this time. Aunt Wu walked away for a while, as if she was spinning around in place, and she didn't find any familiar landmarks, and she didn't see half a living person.

"Ghost... ghost... ah..."

In the mist, there was a faint screaming echo coming from the eardrums of several people, disturbing people's fear.

"Ghost...ah..."

Layers of goose bumps hit the back of Aunt Wu's neck and arms. She shivered, and when she was about to scold her to make herself courageous, she heard Song Qingxiaoqing's cold voice and said:

"someone is coming."