Ghost Jigsaw: Send me a ghost every day

The man in the green shirt took out wine jars from nowhere and drank several jars at once.

"You were sent by that guy Chen Jinhuan, but that guy sent you to collect the ghost puzzle inside?"

The man in the green shirt smiled wryly, and put down the wine jar again. He already knew the answer.

Although he couldn't leave the wooden house, he also knew that there were many uninvited guests on the mountain recently, which should be caused by the fog brought by the ghosts in the room.

The two young people in front of him had nothing to do with Chen Jinhuan.

"Young man, since you're here, why don't you take back the contents?"

The man in the green shirt looked at Bai Ye, and felt that the man in front of him was quite powerful, and it was really interesting that his own remnants of Yan Luo couldn't see through him.

"nature."

"That's why I came here."

Bai Ye replied, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden house inside, which had been emitting mist since they entered.

It's a strong tobacco smell.

"The ghost puzzle is in there?"

Sure enough, a hero came out of a youth, the man in the green shirt looked at the high-spirited Bai Ye, and dreamed in a trance that he was unruly and arrogant when he was in Chen Jinhuan's body.

"Young man, inside the wooden house is Lao Hanyan, the ghost puzzle of Tianshi Chen Jinhuan."

"It swallowed clouds and mist under the hands of the celestial master Chen Jinhuan, and has achieved numerous battles."

"Young man, you are ready!"

Bai Ye stood up, flicked his right hand, and threw the wine glass towards the wooden house.

As the wine glass knocked on the door, there was a low hum from the wooden house, the door opened, and the fog inside was thick, like a giant beast with its fangs.

"Wait for me outside."

Bai Ye left a sentence coldly, several deserted tombs floated up behind him, and stepped into the thick fog one step at a time.

Although the fat man was worried, he knew that going in at this moment would not be of any help, he could only hold back his legs. Apart from closing the gate heavily, he could only secretly make up his mind to train himself well and improve his abilities as soon as possible.

Besides, just as Bai Ye walked into the thick fog, he lost his vision all of a sudden. The smog was lingering and there was no entity, so it was really easy for people to lose their way.

"Lin Shan, it's your turn to play."

"As ordered."

A powerful male voice resounded, and thunder and lightning flashed in the fog, shuttling back and forth in the fog, lighting up the entire room in just a split second.

"It's coming out."

With the help of the electric light, Bai Ye vaguely saw the surrounding environment, and saw an old-fashioned cigarette stick vaguely emerging from the smoke in front of him, and thick black smoke was still puffing from the tip of the stick from time to time.

I saw Bai Ye's ghost heart beating powerfully, and in the next second it appeared in front of the smoke rod, and a ghost-headed sword dripping with blood condensed out of his right hand, and slashed fiercely.

"kindness?"

"Can't you hit it?"

Sensing that Bai Ye didn't hit the entity, he frowned slightly, watching the smoke rod split in half before him gradually dissipate into black mist and merge into the surrounding thick fog.

"Ha ha!"

"Boss, I hit it."

I only heard Lin Shan's excited voice echoing not far away, and not far away from him, the old dry smoke that suddenly appeared was hit by Lin Shan's two lightning lights, and the smoke rod was entwined with lightning, and the black mist spewed out was endless. He stopped to cover the electric light, and there was a hissing sound from time to time, as if he was desperately trying to get rid of the electric light.

"Good job."

A gleam of red light flashed in Bai Ye's eyes, and under Bai Ye's control, the ghost skin in his hand was like a pale white cage, wrapped in dry smoke.

"The struggle of an impoverished beast."

Hearing a flash of Bai Ye, he came to the cage wrapped in ghost skin, raised the ghost-headed sword and slashed at the cigarette rod non-stop, just as the so-called taking advantage of his illness to kill him is a truth.

With the continuous collision of the big knife and the tobacco rod, gaps appeared on the tobacco rod.

The old Hanyan was hit, and the mist in the air screamed, as if crying.

"The sound has a disturbing effect."

Bai Ye gave Lin Shan a warning, slipped his hand, and saw the smoke stick passing by the side of the knife, flying against Bai Ye's cheek into the dense fog.

It's just a trick. With previous experience, Lin Shan once again illuminated the fog to match Bai Ye.

Bai Ye deeply felt the cunning of this old Han Yan, and simply threw the ghost-headed sword behind his back.

Stretching out one hand, he grasped Lao Hanyan as if searching for something from a bag, the tiger's mouth was tightly fitted, and his five fingers were gathered.

Speaking of which, Lao Hanyan is just a plaything for people, and his body happens to be a shape that can be handled by people.

Bai Ye strangled it with ghost power, it struggled desperately but failed to break free.

good chance!

Bai Ye thought to himself, a slug of ice condensed from the wrist, slowly extending to the tobacco rod, trying to freeze it completely.

When the ice layer covered the tobacco rod, a burst of heat suddenly came from Bai Ye's hand.

In the meantime, the dry chimney flashed with little sparks until the whole pipe was ignited.

The ice layer on the surface split apart as the temperature rose, and even Bai Ye's skin began to sizzle.

"What a good old Hanyan."

If it was someone else, I would be at a loss when facing Lao Hanyan, and it would be difficult to grasp, and it would be hot if I finally caught it.

But what it encountered was Bai Ye.

Bai Ye let out a long sigh, and took back the ability of the frozen ghost on his body.

When the last trace of ice crystals disappeared on the body, a bright red flame lit up the thick fog.

The lava ignited Bai Ye's clothes, covering his skin, like a ghost coming out of the flames, he gripped the tobacco rod a little tighter.

I have to say that this old Hanyan is quite capable, and he can still survive in Baiye's magma for 1 minute when Baiye has opened the ghost domain.

But Bai Ye didn't have the patience to continue waiting, only to see him raise his other hand that was hanging in the air, and let out a heavy drink.

"Lin Shan."

"coming."

Hearing only a reply, the electricity in the dense fog gathered in one place, fell into the palm of Bai Ye and turned into a thunderball containing great energy.

After the lightning in his hand stabilized, Bai Ye suddenly pressed it on the dry chimney.

"Just let you smoke some good ones!"

Hundreds of thunderbolts spread from the chimney to the whole body of the pipe, only a few explosions were heard, the thick fog in the room dissipated, and Lao Hanyan no longer struggled, and gradually fell silent.

Bai Ye mended it a few more times, making sure that Lao Hanyan had no strength to resist, and then straightened up.

The fat man and the man in the green shirt outside the house didn't know what happened inside the house, they only heard lightning and thunder inside for a while, then several explosions, and then the fog inside dispersed.The door creaked open.

At this time, a man with curtains was standing at the door, with a slight smile in his eyes, and a cigarette rod in his hand.

Fatty was excited, this boss is too handsome, this big ship is definitely right.

So he rushed forward happily.

"Boss, the clothes are all dry!"

Chapter 107 The Chen Family's Misfortune

Hearing the fat man's teasing, Bai Ye rolled his eyes.

Walking up to the man in the blue shirt whose body had begun to appear translucent, he shook the cigarette stick in his hand and said to the man in the blue shirt.

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

"Okay, okay!"

"I really can't imagine that I can last until the day when I see it again."

The man in the green shirt looked a little excited. When he reached out to touch the tobacco rod, his palm flashed across the tobacco rod in a flash.

"You... this is?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Bai Ye couldn't help frowning, and looked at the man in the blue shirt whose breath was dissipating.

Hearing Bai Ye's question, the man in the green shirt smiled freely and waved his hands.

"I had expected this day, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"I'm just a remnant of Chen Jinhuan, and the power I've maintained in me these years is coming to an end."

"Forget it, boy, let me use the remaining strength to help you one last time, just as you have completed the mission of my existence. Believe me, Lao Hanyan is far more than what you see."

As the man in the blue shirt said, a vigorous ghost energy surged from his body, and his figure disintegrated, turning into a thick ghost energy, which continuously poured into the head of the club.

The corners of Bai Ye's mouth parted slightly, before he had time to speak, he stared blankly at the old Hanyan in his hand that was shining brightly.

Jigsaw: Old Dry Tobacco

Introduction: This is an old smoke that was forcibly separated from a strong man. As the sealing time is too long, most of the power has lost.

White Fog Lost City: Under the cover of dense fog, loss of sense of direction is often the magic weapon for winning a battle.

Mimic black mist: As the strength strengthens, it mimics what it wants, but currently it does not have the ability to create creatures stronger than its own realm.

When the black mist is absorbed to a certain extent, it can cause the enemy's lungs to collapse and die.

As the ghost power was fully poured into the tobacco rod, the slightly emotional voice of the man in the blue shirt sounded in his ears.

"Boy, Yan Luo is not your end point. If you are destined and have a chance to meet Chen Xunhuan, remember to take a word for me and ask him if he still remembers Wujunju next to the clan land. Remember to tell him that the person in Wujunju is not Negative of the promise of the year."

"By the way, if possible, I hope you can help the Chen family for the sake of this cigarette rod."

Immediately afterwards, a few wisps of thin smoke came out of the tobacco rod by itself, circled around the white night a few times, and carried a wisp of wine aroma, as if making a final farewell, and then drifted into the air.

Holding the tobacco rod in his hand, Bai Ye stood there in a daze, not regaining consciousness for a long time.

It wasn't until a hand was placed on Bai Ye's shoulder that he patted it that Bai Ye came back to his senses and raised his head.

"Boss, the senior's remnants are all gone, why are you so stunned?"

"It's okay, let's go."

Watching the thick fog outside the house dissipate, he replied Fatty lightly.

Bai Ye packed up his mood, put the pipe back into Huangquan, turned around and walked outside.

"Where are you going, boss?"

"Go down the mountain."

"what about me?"

"You stay here."

Bai Ye waved his hand without looking back.

Bai Ye and Fatty walked back along the way they came from, and just as they reached the foot of the mountain, their footsteps stopped suddenly, and their expressions instantly became extremely gloomy.

I saw the corpses of the Chen family's patrol team all over the ground, and a group of people in black were turning over the corpses on the ground, and stabbed those who were not completely dead.

The team of men in black who were busy making up the knife seemed to have noticed Bai Ye and Fatty who had just come down from the mountain.

"Haha, brothers, there are still two bounties here." The man in black who was the first to see Bai Ye said excitedly.

"This may not be from the Chen family." There was a slightly hesitant question from the team next to him.

"You are stupid or not, it doesn't matter if he is, as long as he can get the money, he has to be."

"Hey, I can only blame them for being unlucky, it's our brother who deserves to get rich."

Listening to the man in black clamoring to exchange his head for a bounty.

Thinking of the pipe he just got, it can be regarded as an inheritance from Chen Jiazu's Shang Yan Luo.

The last exhortation Chen Jinhuan said when his remnants dissipated still seemed to echo in his ears, and Bai Ye glanced at the corpses of the Chen family at his feet.

"Noisy!"

I saw Bai Ye with a cold face, and a long rod of old welding smoke suddenly appeared in his hand.