Maoshan ghost hunter

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, "First, I can see clearly that it is him, and second..." Ye Shaoyang raised his head and looked at Xiao Zhang, "Even if it wasn't Ibrain, who would it be? Our team has twenty Personal?"

Xiao Zhang was at a loss for words, and everyone was speechless, and the wind blowing on his body seemed to be getting colder.

Naturally, one person will not become two. If the person lying here is Ibrahim, who is chasing the camel? If that one is, who is lying here?

This kind of terrifying thing is simply unheard of for these atheist scientific researchers, especially in such a deserted desert, the feeling of horror is even more magnified.

The wife of the couple lay in her husband's arms and sobbed.

"It must be some kind of coincidence, there are no ghosts..." the husband tried to persuade him weakly, but when the word "ghost" was spoken, everyone who heard it trembled.

However, the horror did not end here. Just when everyone was terrified, the sound of camel bells came from the end of the canyon, and someone was yelling at the camel.

Ibrahim is back from chasing camels!

The faces of the crowd suddenly turned pale, and they unconsciously huddled together, trembling, and several girls burst into tears.

Even Professor Sun, a staunch atheist, felt his throat dry and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The ringing of the bell was getting closer, and a hunched figure appeared at one end of the straight road in the canyon, dragging a long shadow under the moonlight. It was Ibrain. , walking this way while panting.

"It's not a ghost, ghosts have no shadow." A person murmured.

Ye Shaoyang sneered, ghosts have no shadows, but it doesn't mean there are no evil things.

Sibao glanced at him and said, "It's so exciting that one wave will rise again after another."

Ye Shaoyang whispered: "Don't move, wait for him to come."

The camels obviously didn't want to go with Ibrain, and Ibrain struggled and shouted: "Oh, I finally got them back, someone will help the old man. "

Ye Shaoyang walked over, looked carefully, and saw that Ibrain looked the same as before, and his expression was normal. If it wasn't because there was another him lying on the ground, no one would be suspicious at all.

After taking a few reins from him, Ye Shaoyang asked casually: "You are amazing, you found all the camels in such a short time."

"Oh, as long as you find one and ring the camel bell, they will follow. They were frightened before, but they will be fine afterwards."

I walked back with him leading the camel. When I got close to the camp, Ibrahim looked up and saw that everyone was huddled far away. He looked at himself in horror and wondered, and said, "What's wrong with everyone? .”

No one dared to agree.

Ye Shaoyang followed Ibrain into the camp. Ibrain saw the dead camel lying on the ground and sighed, "Why did he die, bosses, how did he die?"

Ye Shaoyang pointed to the corpse on the other side of the tent, and said, "He did it."

The position where the corpse lay was on the back of the tent, and the moonlight did not reach the body, so the face could not be seen.

Ibrain froze for a moment, and said, "Who is this, why is he lying here?"

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Want to know, just go and have a look."

Ibrain handed the reins to Ye Shaoyang, walked over suspiciously, and squatted beside the corpse to look.

The atmosphere in the arena was extremely tense, no one made a sound, the team members all huddled together, but a few soldiers touched the holsters around their waists.

Ye Shaoyang handed over the reins to Xiao Zhang at the side, with his hands behind his back, looking at Ibrain.

Ibrain looked at "myself" on the ground and didn't move for a long time.

"See clearly?" Ye Shaoyang's tone was still so brisk, even with a hint of teasing.

Ibrain nodded, his tone suddenly became gloomy.

Ye Shaoyang smiled slightly and said, "Then I would like to ask, do you know him?"

"I...Of course I know him." Ibrain stood up and looked at Ye Shaoyang, his eyes were shining red.

"However, I want to know more, who are you?"

"who are you?"

Ibrain lowered his head slightly, looked over like a beast, and said coldly, "Young mage, I advise you to leave, lest you die here..."

After saying this, he made a wrong step and seemed to be rushing towards him, but his figure swept back, extremely fast, like a shadow.

Ye Shaoyang stood still, but one person moved - when "Ibrain" entered the camp, Sibao moved behind him, waiting for him to move. As soon as his figure moved, Sibao immediately shot out The four bodhi seeds spun in the air and just hit "Ibrain" on the head.

"Ibrain" fell to the ground in response, no longer fighting back, nor thinking of running away, but did something that neither Ye Shaoyang nor Sibao expected:

He stuck his head to the ground, swung his hands, and immediately got in.

Drill into the ground!

Ye Shaoyang rushed up, grabbed his legs, and pulled them out with all his strength, but this guy was like a fish, his upper body kept arching into the soil with great strength, half of his body got inside in a blink of an eye.

(first two chapters)

Chapter 1666 Mysterious Evil Object

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly untied the seductive rope, bound his legs, circulated his qi, gave a soft drink, and pulled it out forcefully.

Hearing a "crash", Ye Shaoyang let go of his hands, and Ye Shaoyang fell to the ground. Turning his head, he saw that half of "Ibrain"'s body had been shattered into quicksand.

Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped forward, digging the ground with both hands, and Sibao immediately picked up an engineering shovel from the ground, and came to help.

After digging for a while, the two were dumbfounded: the whole body of "Ibrain" turned into quicksand and merged with the surrounding quicksand.

"Impossible!" Ye Shaoyang said.In the eyes of ordinary people, ghosts and ghosts are ever-changing and omnipotent. Only mages know that the behavior and activities of all evil things conform to the laws of heaven. For example, ghosts have no form and corpses have form. It won't change.

A ball of sand can't be turned into a human form no matter what, and vice versa, so when Ye Shaoyang saw the scene in front of him, he immediately judged that the sand was definitely not the whole of that evil thing.

"Okay, I'll let you run!"

Ye Shaoyang snorted coldly, took out eight five emperor coins, placed a five-pointed star-like shape at the place where the evil thing turned into quicksand, and then nailed the red thread into the eyes of the money with copper nails, which looked more like a five-pointed star, but was actually a Taoist The eight-door golden lock array.

Ye Shaoyang scratched his right thumb with his fingernails, pressed down the cast mother's big coin in the middle of the eight-door golden lock array, formed a seal with his left hand, and kept chanting mantras.

There are three variants of the eight-door golden lock array, which can be used to trap the enemy in battle, to form an array to lock spirits, and to calm one's mind in vain.It is a relatively advanced kind of magic in Maoshan inner sect. The so-called Qian Ding Bamen and Gang Qi Yunsheng, this spell has no skills, but requires the caster to have a sufficiently deep Gang Qi. The deeper the Gang Qi, the stronger the effect .

As a spirit fairy, Ye Shaoyang used the eight-door golden lock array, which naturally had different powers. The eight copper coins reflected eight different lusters under the moonlight. go up.

After about ten seconds, Ye Shaoyang felt a change below the ground, and there were strands of things drawn out from the gaps in the quicksand by the power of the formation, entrenched around the five emperors' money.

Ye Shaoyang didn't finish the practice until he could no longer feel the existence of evil spirits. He took the cast mother's big money in his hand and found that there was a circle of hair wrapped around it, which condensed some evil spirits.

"Is this what's causing the trouble?" Sibao asked, looking at the hair.

Ye Shaoyang nodded, straightened his curly long hair, and compared it, it was much longer than his own hair.