Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

soon.

Red dots began to appear one by one at Sun Laosi's Yintang.

"Ow!!!"

In the next second, the ghost in his body came out of Sun Laosi's nose.

After the ghost energy came out, madness rushed towards the door.

Lin Xiao was already prepared, and casually threw out a Fire Cloud Talisman.

Teng!

The blue talisman got close, and the ghostly aura instantly started to burn.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The incomparably stern howl echoed in the entire hall in an instant.

Immediately after...

The ghostly aura began to dissipate slowly.

until it disappears completely.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Sun Boss was panting heavily, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

And Sun Laosi was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and passed out.

"Mr. Lin...is it resolved?"

Sun Laosan looked at Lin Xiao and asked nervously.

Lin Xiao nodded: "It's okay, just let the fourth child have a good sleep."

"That's good, that's good!"

Sun Laosan let out a long breath.

"Since it's all right, let's all go to rest early."

Old Wu wiped his sweat with his hands, Gu Jing said calmly.

Then he turned around and walked towards the small black house.

The moment he entered.

Lin Xiao glanced at his room.

Under the dim light, Lin Xiao could vaguely see that in Old Wu's room, there seemed to be...

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341: Pheasant Taoist

There seems to be...a coffin inside! !

That's right, it's a dark coffin!

Placed in the small black room, it looks extremely weird and intrusive.

Lin Xiao's complexion changed in just one swipe.

Even though this is a paper-making shop, but... there is no need to put a coffin in the sleeping room, right?

"Lin Xiao, what's wrong?"

Liu Yuan behind her raised her head to look at Lin Xiao, and asked with a puzzled expression.

heard.

Lin Xiao oh, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Then he went upstairs.

It was past eight in the morning the next day.

The four of Lin Xiao were awakened by a burst of fragrance.

After a brief wash, when I came to the lobby on the first floor, four servings of noodles had already been placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, each with an egg nestled inside.

The gold bar is golden in color, and there are some tomatoes wrapped on it. Just looking at it makes people can't help but open their index fingers.

Old Wu smiled and walked out of the kitchen.

"Why are you still standing there, hurry up and eat."

He spoke urgently.

The dead man sat down quickly.

Sun Laosi exhausted a lot of energy last night, and he killed a large bowl of noodles like a storm.

Subsequently.

He touched his forehead with his hand, and frowned: "Brother, help me see, why does my head hurt so badly? It looks like... It's rotten."