Raising ghosts is risky

In the next second, Gong Mu rushed forward again.

This group of fires burned more intensely, more wantonly, and did whatever they wanted.

But the ghost-faced man was not weak either. He inhaled the black mist in the room into his body, transformed from a phantom into a half-human half-shadow, and faced Gong Mu.

The rest of the people stood in the corner and watched the two fight upside down, and they couldn't help them for a while.

Xing Zhan looked at Song Youxuan, saw that he was still calm and calm, and couldn't help but sighed: "Boss Song, you are very calm."

Song Youxuan smiled slightly: "To each other."

Cang Bo is the most active, waving a mahogany sword and jumping around, looking eager to try.

Just when they thought they had nothing to do, there was a loud noise like thunder at the door, and the wall of fire that Gong Mu drew before entering the door was broken by the evil spirit.

Countless spirit bodies swarmed in, scrambling to pounce on Xing Zhan and the others, some of them were even just a shadow, not even a stable form.

Seeing this, Gong Mu retreated a little, wanting to divert his energy to protect them, but when he was distracted, the ghost-masked man immediately seized the opportunity, and a few clouds of black mist shot into his body, making it extremely cold.

"Concentrate on beating yourself, leave us alone!" Xing Zhan shouted.

Cang Bo was the first to meet him, muttering something in his mouth, he clamped the peach wood sword with his fingers together, wiped it from the hilt to the sword tip, a thin layer of light condensed on the peach wood sword, he slashed in the air, and cut a spirit The body is cut into two sections.

Song Youxuan threw out a talisman, which was a real talisman, not comparable to Xing Zhan's scribbled ghostly talisman.The talisman hovered briefly in mid-air, and burst with a bang, turning into three and hitting three spirit bodies.He was able to do things with ease, and in his spare time, he went to see Cangbo's situation, seeing that he was struggling a bit, so he threw a talisman in his direction as well.The seal talisman was scattered into powder in mid-air, and the powder fell on the mahogany sword in Cangbo, and immediately burned into a sword of fire, greatly increasing its power.

Cang Bo cheered and danced more happily.

Xing Zhan didn't have a mahogany sword, and he couldn't draw talismans. He touched the bead string on his wrist, and felt a coolness penetrate into his skin.A spirit body came out of the black mist behind him and tried to sneak up on him, but he slapped back without turning his head.Only a shrill scream was heard, and the spirit body was blown to ashes under his slap.

Gong Mu relaxed and concentrated on fighting the ghost-masked man.

The flames change freely under his control. Although it looks like fire, it is actually the mighty power of the heavenly spirit. Sometimes it turns into a knife to sweep, sometimes it turns into a sword to pierce, sometimes it is like a stormy sea, and sometimes it is like a thin net. Entangled to death.

With the help of the black mist, the ghost-faced man kept hiding and making surprise attacks, appeared unexpectedly, and retreated under Gong Mu's attack.But he was more or less scattered by Gong Mu's raging flames, gradually exhausted, the black mist was dispersed and there was no time to replenish it, and his figure gradually thinned out.

Gong Mu became more courageous as he fought more and more, facing the thick black fog alone, he fought hard.

Suddenly, his thoughts drifted away, as if what he was facing was not a ghost-faced man hiding in the black mist, but thousands of troops on the battlefield.

The bloody wind was blowing in his face, and the sound of killing was loud. He was riding a white horse, as if he had entered the land of no one in the vast sea of ​​people, and he rode thousands of miles alone to snatch the head.

what happened?The vision was blurred for a moment, Gong Mu shook his head and collected himself.

Inspired by him, Lie Yan swept towards the ghost-faced man with a more fanatical attitude.

The ghost-faced man felt tremendous pressure, and tens of thousands of faces changed rapidly.

But at this moment, a person came in with a dazed expression, it was Wang Chunxu.

He woke up from the coma, and found that there was no one around him, only a rooster was pecking at his hand. For the first time, he didn't run away in fright, but staggered back home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the majestic Gong Mu who was as red as a flame on one side, and a group of hideous black shadows on the other side. Immediately, he was so frightened that he couldn't take a step, and leaned limply against the wall.

As soon as Gong Mu saw him, he shouted: "Go!"

But it was too late, not to mention that he didn't even have the courage to run away, even if he did, how could he outrun the Ghost-Mask Man.

The ghost-masked man saw Wang Chunxu like an oasis in the desert, his figure disappeared into the black mist, and appeared in front of Wang Chunxu the next moment.

Wang Chunxu's eyeballs were about to fall out, and he only had time to yell out halfway, and the ghost-masked man got into his body.

This ghost-masked man was originally bred by Wang Chunxu's evil spirit, but now that the deity is in front, it is a great supplement to the ghost-masked man.

Wang Chunxu's body was limp, his eyes rolled up, his limbs twitched a few times and then became silent.When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were pitch black with no whites, and his expression changed drastically. Although he still had Wang Chunxu's face, his expression had become that of a ghost-masked man.

"Looking for death!" Gong Mu grabbed hold of Kongkong, and a flame appeared in his hand, condensing into the shape of a sword.

Holding the sword in both hands, he touched the ground with his toes, and jumped lightly.

The ghost-masked man just possessed himself and couldn't control the man's body very well. He just managed to take a step, but was stopped by Gong Mu.

Without hesitation, Gong Mu sent out both hands, and the flaming sword pierced through his chest.

Wang Chunxu's face twisted, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a phantom overlapping his body was writhing crazily.

All the spirits went crazy, they screamed, and brought a cold wind, scurrying around the room.The three of Xing Zhan gathered together back to back, facing outwards in unison.

The fire waves raised by the flames blew away Gong Mu's long hair, and his stern eyes made him more attractive, and the crimson robe flew with the flames.

With all his strength, he stabbed the fire sword forward again.

With the sharp neighing, the black shadow dissipated from Wang Chunxu's body, and Wang Chunxu collapsed on the ground, unconscious again.

The black shadows could no longer gather together, and even the grimaces were blurred.

With a soft sound, Gong Mu drew out the fire sword and stabbed at the ghost-masked man again.

With a bang, the ghost-faced man burned like oil touching fire, and burned to ashes in an instant.When the ghost-faced man was destroyed, the black mist also dissipated, and the scattered spirits that had been attracted scattered away.

The room was in a mess, the furniture was smashed to pieces, and the glass shards all over the floor seemed to have been hit by a tornado.

"Finished?" Cang Bo was still not finished, looking everywhere for the spirit body that hadn't escaped in time.

Song Youxuan flicked the dust from the hem of his jersey, even though he had just experienced a battle, it didn't damage his bearing in the slightest.

Xing Zhan first looked at Gong Mu, and the painful appearance when he was hit by the ghost-faced man just now was deeply imprinted in Xing Zhan's mind: "Are you okay?"

Gong Mu lifted his chin and said proudly: "Of course!"

Xing Zhan squinted and smiled: "It's getting better and better."

The corner of Gong Mu's mouth slightly raised: "Of course!"

The two looked at each other without showing weakness, and smiled at the same time.

Xing Zhan went to see Wang Chunxu again. He didn't have any external injuries, but his breathing was very weak. It is estimated that his soul was frightened and he needed to rest for a while.

"Xiao Cang, take him to the hospital." Xing Zhan ordered.

"Okay!" Cang Bo happily agreed, but he didn't realize until he lifted him up, "Why do you want me to do this kind of hard work?"

Xing Zhan stared: "If you don't do it, who will do it? Could it be Master Song?"

Cang Bo shook his head quickly.

"That's fine, let's go!"

Cang Bo carried people away without complaint.

In the ruins of a place, only the ghost mask was still lying quietly on the ground, with a green face and fangs, and a terrifying face.A red dress was hanging on the ghost mask, Gong Mu bent down to pick it up, his expression became dignified again.

"This thing must be destroyed!" Song Youxuan stood behind him.

Gong Mu looked at Song Youxuan, and the latter repeated solemnly: "It must be destroyed! It's dangerous!"

Xing Zhan walked towards them: "It's like this, Boss Song, this mask..."

Gong Mu pressed Xing Zhan's hand: "Okay, this will be ruined."

As soon as the voice fell, the mask ignited flames, Gong Mu let go of his hand, and the ghost face fell to the ground.

The flames are dazzling, the ghost's face is shattered and carbonized in the flames, the black eye sockets are bottomless even in the flames, and the split mouth seems to be mocking the world.

The Ghost Face eventually turned to ashes, blown away by the wind.

Song Youxuan heaved a sigh of relief after watching it finish burning.

Xing Zhan wanted to stop it, but he believed that Gong Mu would not be confused, so he didn't say anything.

A few people left Wang Chunxu's house, and the neighborhood returned to calm. The ink-stained night sky was full of stars, and bugs were flying on the lit street lamps. There was a unique tranquility in summer nights.

When they walked to the gate of the community, Xing Zhan said, "Boss Song, I'll take you home first, and I'll send you the money tomorrow."

"No, I don't need it." Song Youxuan waved his hand, "I have something to do, and I won't be here for a while, so let's just say goodbye."

"Hey? Let's go now? So anxious?" Xing Zhan was surprised, and originally wanted to ask him about the ghost mask.

"It's better to be early rather than late, I don't like procrastination so much, we'll get together when I come back." Song Youxuan bowed slightly, turned and left.

Xing Zhan said goodbye, and when he looked at him again, he was already tens of meters away.

This time it was all right, the ghost face that he worked so hard to get was burned, and Song Youxuan seemed to know something and left again, and the clue was interrupted again.

Unable to get a taxi in the middle of the night, Xing Zhan could only walk to the main road of the city.

Although the temperature was high at night, it was not stuffy, and the wind brought coolness. Xing Zhan was not in a hurry, and took a leisurely walk.Gong Mu dragged his robes and walked side by side with him, the flames were extinguished, his crimson clothes were like a red coral, and the darkness brought out his coquettishness more and more.

Xing Zhan felt distressed when he thought of the ghost mask. After spending so much time, there was nothing: "He said burn it and you burn it? What do you think?"

Gong Mu's tone was flat: "That mask is useless."

"What is useless? What did you find?"

"I can't feel anything when I hold it in my hand. It's just an ordinary mask." Gong Mu's expression darkened, "It was already late when we entered the house. The ghost-masked man took off the mask, not to put it on."

Xing Zhan felt heavy when he heard the words, and after a moment of contemplation, he let out a long sigh.