dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After the ghost mother evil god gave birth to ten little ghost gods, the yin energy in the cypress mountain was almost thickened into substance.

It turned into a black mist that could almost drip water, covering a radius of ten miles.

All kinds of animals living inside were rushed by the ghost and died instantly.

The dead air emanating out added to the eerie ghostly air surrounding the mountain...

The deaf mother-in-law suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of Cypress Mountain.

"Hey, that bastard didn't go to hell?!"

"Eliminate the evil and eliminate the harm for the people, she must die tonight!"

"Xiao Jiu, Daji, you two carry out the altar."

"I have to trouble Ba Ye to make another trip and prepare three sacrifices!"

Hua Jiu felt sorry for his grandma, so he hurriedly used his eyes to stop Chang Baye, who was about to set off after being blamed.

"There are five immortal families dealing with her, grandma, don't worry."

How could the deaf mother-in-law not understand Hua Jiunan's intentions, and reached out her hand to pat his head kindly.

"Silly boy, you don't understand."

"Cthulhu, Cthulhu, there is always a word 'God'."

"Although the Chumaxian family is called 'Xian', it has not been recognized by heaven and earth."

"That's a difference... Even if the five great immortals fight together, it will be very difficult to deal with this 'god'!"

"unless......"

The deaf mother-in-law paused at this point.

Everyone looked at him involuntarily, hiding behind Hua Jiunan, pulling the hem of his clothes, the innocent and innocent little monk.

Hua Jiunan squatted down, picked up Wuxin and placed it in front of him.

"Wuxin, I'm going to deal with dirty things, and I need your help, are you willing?"

"I... my brother won't force you."

"If you don't want to fight dirty things, stay at home with grandma."

"Be obedient and obedient, don't get angry, you know?"

The little monk Wuxin glanced at Hua Jiunan timidly, then turned his head to look in the direction of Cypress Mountain, making up his mind in the blink of an eye.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Since ancient times, Buddha and devil have been incompatible. If I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell."

"Brother, little monk will accompany you to kill the devil."

After Wuxin finished speaking, she picked up the black dagger and the blood-stained letter from the ground, and carefully put them into her pocket.

"Brother Jiu Nan, let's go."

Chang Baye wanted to insist on going to the mountains to catch three animals.

But seeing the aging appearance of the deaf mother-in-law, she was still embarrassed to speak.

He could only flatter Grandma Mai with a flattering face.

"Old sister Mai, your sedan chair is so big and magnificent, it must be very spacious inside!"

"It shouldn't be a problem to sit three or four more people, right?..."

How could Grandma Mai not understand Chang Baye's little thoughts and ignore him.

After stepping into the ghost sedan chair, Jie Jie smiled strangely and flew towards Cypress Mountain.

Hua Jiunan picked up Wuxin and jumped up, and landed firmly on Chang Baye's back. ?

Chen Dage followed closely behind and also climbed up.

The slingshot in his hand pointed at the Cypress Mountain, making a high-spirited look.

shouted loudly:

"drive!!!"

"Baye Chang, let's go and take you to fight 'Reservoir Dogs'!"

Although Ba Ye was extremely reluctant, he could only leave quickly, wagging his big tail.

In his mouth, he did not forget to hate Chen Daji.

"Hit your uncle!"

"That's an evil god!"

"What does God mean, do you understand, little bastard?"

"Our group, if you don't get beaten into a dog in the water, you will be blessed by your ancestors..."

Chen Daji has always had blind confidence in his own strength.

To be precise, there is blind worship of Hua Jiunan:

In addition to the long swing before casting spells, our boss is invincible!

"Baye, what the hell is the ghost mother?"

"Is she fierce? Look at the discoloration that scares you (sai, three times)!"

Ba Ye Chang shook his head helplessly, and muttered softly.

"I don't know exactly who it is, Eighth Master. You'd better ask our little gentleman."

"Anyway, that ghost mother and evil god thing is old and domineering!"