ghost master

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In the dim room, Wang Xiaopang, who had fallen to the ground with a pale complexion, retreated all the way, and as he retreated, a water mark also lengthened, and he was so scared that he wet his pants.

The child's urine was very clear and had no peculiar smell, but the child's body imbued the urine with pure yang energy, which made the ghost keep a little distance from Wang Xiaopang, and at the same time frowned slightly.

Wang Xiaopang saw the ghost dodging his urine in disgust, and suddenly had an idea, remembering that he had heard that a boy's urine can ward off evil spirits, so he lay down on the ground in fear, rolled in his own urine, and tried to This is to protect yourself.

Sure enough, Wang Xiaopang rolled around in his own urine, and the ghost stopped approaching him, but was still floating two meters in front of him.

Seeing the effect of this move, Wang Xiaopang was very happy in his heart. With a thought, Huo De stood up from the ground, opened his mouth fiercely at the ghost and cursed:

"You mindless, ignorant ghost! You look like a pig rolling in the mud! You're even worse than a bastard crawling in a river! Go eat shit! Bastard! Villainous! % #…#￥*”

Wang Xiaopang yelled at Li Gui while spitting at him. He remembered that when he was a child, the second fool who lived not far from his house fell ill. He was scolded away, and later the fool really got better, so Wang Xiaopang remembered it.

Wang Xiaopang was cursing, the bloodshot amber pupils of the ghost narrowed.

"You... do you want to die?"

As soon as Li Gui's cold voice fell, an invisible coercion surrounded Wang Xiaopang. Wang Xiaopang froze, and the cursing stopped immediately. At the same time, his body began to tremble slightly. He felt suffocated and uncomfortable, as if he was in In the deep sea.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Xiaopang knelt down in front of Li Gui with a "plop", without any resistance, as if his body was being controlled by 丨.

Li Gui saw that Wang Xiaopang knelt down, he thought for a while, and looked at the pot of well water on the table, only to see a gust of cold wind with snowflakes rolled up the teapot, and then floated to Wang Xiaopang's head On the bed, the spout of the pot tilted towards Wang Xiaopang, and the well water with subtle aura trickled down, pouring Wang Xiaopang all over.

Wang Xiaopang was shocked by the cold water from the well, and his already pale face became a little paler. After the well water washed away the boy's urine on Wang Xiaopang's body, Li Gui raised his hand towards Wang Xiaopang, his five fingers slightly spread.

"Raise your hand and face my five fingers." Li Gui said without the slightest emotion.

Wang Xiaopang was shivering, he didn't know whether it was from fear or the cold, he opened his eyes and looked at the ghost in front of him in horror, but he didn't want to raise his hand.

"Huh!" Li Gui snorted coldly, Wang Xiaopang's heart was shaken, and he raised his hand in a heartbroken and aggrieved manner. His five short fingers met Li Gui's slender five fingers, and he stretched his fingers as far as possible. Then fingertips to fingertips one by one.

Wang Xiaopang couldn't touch this ghost, the fingers of the two were only falsely aligned.

Li Gui looked down at Wang Xiaopang who was kneeling on the ground, and murmured a spell in a low voice, but Wang Xiaopang couldn't understand a word, only heard the Li Gui's last low voice:

"Che!"

As soon as the word "deed" fell, a faint white glow lit up around the two of them, and then Wang Xiaopang was horrified to find that his hand could touch the ghost, and the cold touch like a corpse made him shudder. Goosebumps also made him subconsciously want to withdraw his hand, but the ghost saw his thoughts, so he frowned, and in order not to break the contract, he inserted his slender five fingers between Wang Xiaopang's fingers In the middle, firmly clasped his chubby little hand.

"Eh..." Wang Xiaopang was so flustered, interlocking fingers with a ghost...it felt so disgusting...

As the white awns on the two of them gradually became stronger, a crystal clear ice-blue snowflake appeared from between Li Gui's eyebrows. There were three round wheels in the middle of the snowflake, but there was only one snow petal on the outside, and it was unknown where the rest of the snow petals went. up.

The ice-blue snowflakes floated towards Wang Xiaopang. Wang Xiaopang didn't know what it was, but he felt that it was not a good thing, so when the snowflakes floated in front of him, he leaned back and avoided it.

"Don't hide!" Li Gui was startled, and hastily shouted coldly. Wang Xiaopang stopped dodging, and the snowflakes that should have entered his eyebrows entered his left eye, and Wang Xiaopang's left eye shot out seven colors. The aura, when the aura dissipated, his left pupil, which was originally as dark as night, had turned into ice blue, and there were complex and beautiful imprints in the round pupil, which was the snowflake just now!

Wang Xiaopang didn't feel uncomfortable in his eyes, but he still stretched out his hands to cover them. At this moment, his body began to release traces of white air, like smoke, and all the white air drifted towards the ghost and was sucked into his body. .

Wang Xiaopang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the ghost was absorbing his life energy, he immediately anxiously wanted to take his hand out of the ghost's hand, but the ghost held his little hand tightly, and Wang Xiaopang had no choice but to He opened his mouth to bite the back of the ghost's hand, trying to force him to let go.

Li Gui was unmoved, he closed his eyes to absorb the white air from Wang Xiaopang's body, and saw that the hideous wound on his chest was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his ragged robe was also recovering. After repairing, even the blood on his body disappeared. In just a moment, the terrifying ghost turned into a well-dressed and very handsome young man.

No, it should be said that this ghost was born to be good-looking, but his face was covered in blood and wounds, which made him look scary.

Wang Xiaopang stared blankly, bit Li Gui's mouth and unconsciously let go, and at the same time felt his head getting more and more dizzy, and then his body went limp and fell to the ground.

After Wang Xiaopang fell down, white air was no longer coming from his body, Li Gui then slowly opened his eyes, he looked down at Wang Xiaopang on the ground with a calm expression, suddenly he seemed to have sensed something, looked up In one direction, two handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he stretched out his hand, a gust of wind and snow rolled up Wang Xiaopang on the ground, gently put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Li Gui scanned the room again, and then wiped it on the floor casually. The water stains on the floor disappeared instantly, and the steamed buns flew back to the plate on the table. After doing all this, Li Gui walked slowly to the bed and turned into green smoke It fell into Wang Xiaopang's left eye.

About ten minutes later, an old man in a black robe landed in the cold courtyard. The old man's consciousness was released. In the west wing there was a young man who was meditating, and in the south wing there was a child sleeping on the bed.

The old man disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in Wang Xiaopang's house.

The old man walked to the bed and glanced at Wang Xiaopang. The child was sleeping soundly, and the room looked normal. He reached out and patted the storage bag hanging on his waist, and a Ujin compass fell into his hand. .

There was a red pointer on the Wujin compass, which did not move. The old man stared at the Wujin compass for a while, and after confirming that there was no response, he put it back into the storage bag and disappeared again.

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In a cave of Xuetianzong far from the peak of Lingshan Mountain, a tall and strong young man is playing with an ice blue sword, which is the legendary Xuanbing Sword, the magic weapon of Xue Zun.

As a relic of Xue Zun, this Xuanbing sword should have been put in the sect's treasury. As a respect for Xue Zun, this sword could not be passed on to the disciples for ten years, but somehow it fell into the hands of this young man.

The old man in black appeared silently in front of the young man, bowing to him respectfully.

"Young master, the old servant went to check, and there are no ghosts around Wang Xiaopang, and there is no response from the soul search disk." The old man in black said to the young man.

"Have you seen other places in the sect?" The young man asked casually.

"I've seen it, but I found two lonely ghosts, and the old servant has already disappeared." The old man in black replied, he paused, and then said: "Young master, didn't you see it with your own eyes when Xue Zun crossed the tribulation that day?" Did you see his soul flying away under the catastrophe? It's been a month, why are you suddenly worried?"

"At the memorial ceremony today, that Wang Xiaopang suddenly called 'ghost' to me, and I felt a little uneasy." The young man stroked the Xuanbing Sword exuding a cold air, he pondered for a while, and asked the black-clothed old man: "Some monks who are proficient in ghosts know how to collect souls. Will someone help him reunite the scattered souls?"

"There are many things to pay attention to when collecting souls. Humans have three souls and seven souls, of which three souls control mind and seven emotions, and if there are no treasures to nourish those scattered souls, within ten days the three souls will surely disappear. You must forget your emotions, not to mention that it is very difficult to find those souls, even if you really collect them, they are just souls without intelligence and emotion." The old man in black slowly explained to the young man.

Hearing this, the young man finally felt relieved: "That's good. You go back, you have a strong demonic aura, and if you stay here for a long time, it's easy to be discovered by the old man next door."

"Yes, the old servant will leave."

The old man in black disappeared, and the young man remained in the spacious cave.

The young man played with the Xuanbing Sword for a while, then sneered.

"Senior brother, senior brother, the foreign spirit root must have the appearance of the foreign spirit root, and it can be cultivated faster than my heavenly spirit root. You make the younger brother jealous. It's good to die."

After laughing, the young man fell into deep thought, stroking the ice-blue sword with his broad palm.

But why...

so melancholy?