Huang Quan's companion

He Tang couldn't help complaining in his heart: Brother, you are exuding a cool and domineering light from top to bottom, how do you look like an ordinary person?Thinking of the setting that Min Yuejun will not die, He Tang felt very cheated.

They were chatting on the sidelines, but Shengun and Yang Jinshu made progress.

The Zhu family's formation was indeed recorded in the ancient books of Ghost Dao, Yang Jinshu told Shenzhu what he had read, and Shengun thought for a long time, and he thought of a way to break it.He came to Min Yuejun and said to him: "Yuejun, is your soul-locking bell still there?"

Min Yuejun nodded.

"Okay, I'll go break the formation. The moment the formation breaks open, you hang the soul-locking bell in the air and lock all the ghosts in the Zhu Mansion in the mansion." After saying this, the magic stick was a little worried and asked him, "What is this?" ...It takes a lot of mana, can you...can you hold it?"

"It's okay."

Huh?The magic stick is actually caring about Min Yuejun?He Tang looked at him with wide eyes.

Sensing the look in his eyes, Shenzhu coughed dryly, and explained: "He...he has been busy hunting ghosts for the past few months, and has been injured several times. That...he is not in good health."

He Tang suddenly realized: "Oh—that looks like a serious injury."

Otherwise, how could a knife-mouthed person like Shenstick express his concern?

Annoyed on Shenstick's face, he ignored him and turned to break the formation.

Yang Jinshu chased after him: "I'll help."

He Tang took a few steps back: "I'll be a melon eater."

Min Yuejun looked at him, and stretched out his hand: "Do you still have the stone you took from the dungeon? Give it to me."

"..." He Tang was sad and indignant, "Brother, didn't you pretend you didn't see it!"

"I just pretended I didn't see it, and it's not that I really didn't see it." Min Yuejun stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

He Tang reluctantly took it out and handed it to him, not forgetting to remind: "That Fulan seems to want this very much...you keep it well, don't let him snatch it."

"He wants this?" Min Yuejun snorted, "If he really dares to ask for it, I will give it."

"Huh? Why?"

But Min Yuejun didn't answer, he put the broken stone into the Soul Locking Bell, flipped five fingers and spread three formulas, stretched out his hand and flicked it, spread it over Zhu's residence.

The magic stick was afraid that Yang Jinshu would be affected by the formation, so he asked him to stay under the umbrella of Shura, while he himself sacrificed formulas one after another, pointing at each gossip position.When he did it, his expression was serious, his technique was neat, and he seldom hesitated. His outfit of a charlatan warlock seemed a little more believable for no reason.

I really don't know how he tricked so many people to come to him for fortune-telling when he used to walk around the rivers and lakes in this image?Obviously, it looks very unreliable at first glance - although the fortune-telling is really accurate.

Min Yuejun's eyes kept chasing the magic stick, with energy in his hands, ready to strike at any time.

He Tang coughed dryly behind him, and suggested: "Well... Daoist Min, why don't you burn some better clothes for Shenzhu next time? To be honest, he has a pretty handsome face, and he wears such a handsome face. Breaking is really damaging the image, you see, even if you bring a mascot, you should also dress up the mascot to look good!"

Min Yuejun turned his head and glanced at him.

He Tang smiled obsequiously: "Of course, if you are willing to burn a men's clothing for me by the way, I will be very grateful!"

Min Yuejun curled his lips slightly, looked away, and didn't say yes or no.

He Tang is sad.

The clothes on his body were burnt to him by Yang Jinshu's parents... Women's clothes... Even though they don't look so feminine, they are still women's clothes!He's a man, and it's weird how he always wears women's clothes!

While he was thinking wildly, the magic stick shouted: "Break!"

Min Yuejun had already flown over, his left hand was stuck around his waist and he was pulled aside, his right hand pressed down hard, a strong golden light came crashing down, collided with the red mist that swelled in the Zhu Mansion, and aroused the soul-locking bell Huge crisp sound, jingle jingle can be heard endlessly.

"Ah—" He Tang screamed while covering his ears.

The magic stick was startled: "I forgot to remind him to hide..."

Needless to say, Yang Jinshu leaped forward at the first moment, took He Tang into his arms, raised his hand to tighten the Shura umbrella, and formed a three-layer protective circle around them, tightly surrounding the two of them.

The magic stick shouted: "Jin Shu, Tian Gang Jue!"

Yang Jinshu got the order, raised his hand to sacrifice the Shura Umbrella, muttered something, and immediately a blue light flowed around his body, isolating the sound of the Soul Locking Bell.

He Tang covered his ears and shouted, "Min Daoist, why are you so wicked!"

Min Yuejun glanced at him, flipped his palms, flung out the whisk, and flew around them three times, covered them with golden light, and the sound of the bells in his ears suddenly disappeared.

He Tang let go of his hand, and found that he was hugged in Yang Jinshu's arms, he wrapped his arms around his neck, and looked at his feet.

The magic circle was broken, revealing the real and complete picture of the Zhu family.

In the house covered with red mist, dozens of ghosts bit each other, their eyes were red, and the ground was covered with the remains of the dead who had just been killed by them. One could tell at a glance that they were the surviving servants of the Zhu family.They wanted to escape from Zhu's house and climb up, but the soul-locking bell above their heads that radiated golden light like an ancient bell made them have a splitting headache, and the ghosts covered their ears and screamed.

"This... so many ghosts..." He Tang felt inexplicably cold all over, and clung to Yang Jinshu and refused to let go.

Yang Jinshu was also a little scared, couldn't help hugging He Tang tightly, and took a few steps back: "This...what's going on?"

The magic stick wanted them to help, but when he looked up, the couple was shivering each other, hugging each other.He helplessly supported his forehead, and cursed secretly: "These two are worthless..."

Yang Jinshu raised his hand to take back the Shura umbrella, placed it on his head and said to He Tang, "He Tang, we are taking shelter under the umbrella, don't move around."

"Yeah!" He Tang nodded his head, and couldn't help touching the handle of the umbrella and asked, "Is this umbrella strong? Will it be torn off by those ghosts?"

"Probably not. After all, this umbrella is a magic weapon of the underworld..." Just as he was speaking, a ghost jumped out from nowhere, and suddenly grabbed his foot, and its blood-red mouth was about to bite his calf.

"Wow--" He Tang yelled out to help Yang Jinshu, kicked him with his foot!

Li Gui was kicked down by his head, and instantly submerged in the same kind who were biting each other.

Yang Jinshu blinked, hugged Hetang and began to cry bewilderedly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo That's so scary..."

He Tang: "..."

Wait, Mr. Yang, did you get the wrong script?

"Is my leg still there?" Yang Jinshu didn't dare to look at it.

"Yes, he didn't bite you." The corner of He Tang's mouth twitched, "Jin Shu, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Yang Jinshu nodded: "I'm afraid of ghosts."

"..." He Tang asked, "Then why aren't you afraid of Qiniang?"

"... I'm afraid." Yang Jinshu whispered, "But there's only one Qiniang, and there's a group of people underneath..."

"...Understood." He Tang hugged him back, dragged the Asura Umbrella and flew to a high place, not forgetting to shout to the god stick, "God stick! I will leave those ghosts below to you, master and apprentice! Are you good at what you do? Come on!"

"Fuck, little heartless, you just sold me out like this?" The magic stick pointed at the two of them, "Jin Shu! Why did you run away too?"

Yang Jinshu looked at him embarrassingly: "That... Daoist... the other party has many ghosts, I... I can't beat..."

The magic stick jumped: "... Are you worthy of those magic weapons in your hands? Are you worthy of my teaching? Are you worthy of your family Hetang's admiration for you?"

He Tang spoke for his husband-in-law: "It's okay, it's okay, those who know current affairs are heroes, and Jinshu is so not pedantic, I am very pleased with my husband."

Yang Jinshu: "Really?"

"Really." He Tang taught him earnestly, "Jinshu, let me tell you, at this time, professionals like them should be allowed to solve the problem. We should not rush forward and cause unnecessary sacrifices!"

"Oh, okay." Yang Jinshu held up his umbrella again, obediently acting like a melon-eating crowd.

"Hey you two..."

The magic stick was still angry, but Min Yuejun jumped down one step ahead of him, pulled out his saber, pointed in the air, swung it obliquely, and chopped down the fierce ghosts in the courtyard with several bursts of clean energy.

"So handsome!" He Tang stared at him suddenly. He knew that Min Yuejun was powerful, but before that, Min Yuejun always wore whisks, or he didn't wear anything at all. He could torture them around with a wave of his hand. This sword was only used by him. I've seen it a few times with the sword.At this time, when the long sword was drawn out, the light blue light on the blade floated like moonlight, and the brilliance flowed, which was absolutely extraordinary, and several ghosts were scattered with one sword.

He Tang's sharp eyes saw that there was Master Zhu's soul in the garden, and he was attacking from behind with red eyes.

He quickly shouted: "Be careful behind you!"

Min Yuejun didn't turn his head back, he held a sword flower behind his back, pointed the long sword backwards, and pierced straight into the center of Master Zhu's eyebrows, but in the blink of an eye, Master Zhu lost his soul and disappeared without a trace.

The magic stick dropped three ghost talismans in a row, flew towards the violent ghost in the courtyard, turned to Yang Jinshu and the others and said, "Let us deal with the ghost here, you two go to Fu Lan!"

"Where can I find it?" Yang Jinshu had no idea.

"I know!" He Tang took Yang Jinshu's hand and ran to the backyard, "Before Fulan threatened her with the second son of Mrs. Six, the stinky woman must have gone to see her son, let's go!"

"Fu Lan won't really treat your brother..." Yang Jinshu was uneasy.

"I hope not. Although he is a brat, he is not guilty of death." He Tang jumped out of Zhu's house and ran back and forth in the backyard, looking for his brother's room.It's a pity that he didn't return to Zhu's house for two years. The residence of Zhu's family seemed to have changed. The house where the young master of Zhu's family lived had become a painting and calligraphy room, and He Tang's house had become a place where sundries were piled up. In desperation, He Tang had to Find them one by one.

But Yang Jinshu said: "The breath of life is easy to find, come with me."

"Be careful!"

"En." Yang Jinshu took his hand and slowed down his pace, carefully sniffing the breath of living people in the courtyard, and approached him a little bit.They had already left the backyard of the Zhu family and walked into the garden of the Zhu family.This garden is the favorite courtyard of the juniors of the Zhu family, where they love to play in spring and summer, but at this moment the flowers and plants in the courtyard are withered, a thick layer of snow has fallen, and the footprints on the ground are messy.

"Whose footprints?" He Tang asked.

"I don't know." Yang Jinshu took a closer look, and found a child's footprints, "Look here... I don't know if it belongs to Zhu Xiaowu or your brother."

"It's really hard to tell...their ages are not much different, and their feet are about the same size." He Tang also gradually smelled the breath of a living person, but it smelled stinky, and he couldn't help but said: "Who is it? , don't you think it stinks?"