Ghost of Rebirth

Fa swam over from all directions like a snake, entangled his hands and feet silently, and pulled him into a big character shape.

Of course Zhang Nanchen refused to give in, but as long as he struggled, the strand of hair tied around his waist would be tightened like a warning, and in the end his waist would be so tight that it might be cut in half at any time.

Zhang Nanchen, who could only lie on the ground and look at the ceiling, couldn't even make a breath sound, and he didn't dare to move. It was difficult to see in the dark, but he still felt the thick and lush blood-colored long hair like seaweed coming from all directions, snaking himself Surrounded in the middle, like a group of starved ghosts watching the sacrifices, a few strands of hair tentatively slid across his body from time to time.

These hairs are so sharp, a single swipe left a bloody gash, and within a few strokes, Zhang Nanchen was covered in blood, and the clothes on his body were cut into rags, clinging to his body, soaked in blood.

"He--he Fang resents evil, if you want to kill it, kill it, give me a good time-cough-"

Zhang Nanchen was terrified at this moment, thinking to himself that this damn bastard was going to execute Ling Chi to death, right?Just use these strands of hair to cut flesh and let blood out one by one, that would be a real tragedy in the world.

Squeezing out his last breath and speaking cruelly, Zhang Nanchen felt a "buzz" in his head as soon as he finished speaking, and he almost fainted. This is a symptom of hypoxia. If he is tied up like this again, he will be suffocated to death before Ling Chi .

"Chuck... cluck..."

The clucking sound that had been echoing repeatedly suddenly changed. If it was like a hen laying eggs at first, it was now a woman laughing sinisterly, not one woman, but several women laughing sinisterly together.

As the laughter changed, the hair tied around Zhang Nanchen's waist relaxed a little, and he finally took a deep breath.

"Smelly man, are you looking for this?"

Before he could take a long breath, the giggling stopped suddenly, and then an equally gloomy woman's voice sounded, accompanied by a little golden light slowly appearing in midair.

This is the bronze mirror that fell to nowhere when the accident happened just now!

The Zhijian Bronze Mirror was also tightly entwined and pulled by countless hairs, floating in the air, and the faint golden light came from the gaps between the hairs.

It is because of this golden light that is weaker than starlight that Zhang Nanchen finally sees the environment he is in clearly. It is true that the blood-colored long hair came out from the closed door, but it is only a part, and it is very small. Except for the place where he was lying, the concrete floor, walls, and even the ceiling of the entire second floor were covered with long, blood-red hair that looked wet!

"What, what monster..." Zhang Nanchen stuttered after being shocked by the terrifying and strange scene.

If all these hairs grow from one person's head, how big is that head? !

"Chuck-cluck-"

The gloomy laughter reappeared, and the bronze mirror entangled in hair suddenly began to move downwards. With a lot of hair on the back, Zhang Nanchen felt as if countless ants were crawling in his heart, flustered and short of breath, and his scalp was numb.

When the bronze mirror got close enough, Zhang Nanchen realized that there was something under the clumps of hair, which were countless vague, swollen and deformed grimaces!

The moment the grimace appeared, countless ghost screams erupted at the same time, big and small, high and low, one after another, Zhang Nanchen felt a sharp pain in his head, and felt that his head was pierced by countless thin needles, and then he went back and forth like sawing wood Going back and forth, the five sense organs were squeezed together in pain, even the tightly stretched limbs began to curl up instinctively, the whole waist and back arched upward like twitching, waiting for the sound of all ghosts crying together After a short pause, he was still convulsing.

"Smelly man, are you comfortable?"

The gloomy female voice that had appeared before reappeared, pressing towards Zhang Nanchen together with the bronze mirror that could only be used for lighting.

Zhang Nanchen was almost in shock from the pain, and managed to slow down. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white woman's face hanging directly above him. The whole face was covered with incisions in a mess, and it was impossible to see what was there. look.

This ghost has only one head exposed, and the part below the head is hidden in the hair or not at all.

"It's comfortable, it's so comfortable—uh!" Zhang Nanchen would never show weakness in front of these evil spirits. The dead duck smiled stiffly, and then twitched in pain. It became a cry of pain that was not uttered.

At this time, even breathing is a kind of torture, he took in his breath carefully, and cursed Pingsong in his heart, once he entered this yard, he ran away by himself, causing him to suffer here and being oppressed by a female ghost.

"Then it will make you more comfortable..." the female ghost giggled again.

After it said this, Zhang Nanchen felt a few strands of hair crawling along his thighs to his abdomen, lingered for a while, and then went straight to the most deadly part of the man.

As long as these hairs are stroked, a bloodstain will be left on Zhang Nanchen's body. Seeing them getting closer to his lifeline, Zhang Nanchen's foreboding becomes heavier.

Nima, no, no, right?

He widened his eyes, he could already feel the wetness and coldness of the bloody hair where he was constricted due to fear and pain. Fortunately, there was a layer of fabric separating it, otherwise it would have been cut into countless pieces.

"Beauty, beauty..." Zhang Nanchen swallowed, and clenched his hands tightly, "Speak up if you have something to say, be merciful..."

The female ghost seemed very satisfied with his reaction, and pressed down a little more, almost sticking to Zhang Nanchen's face: "Are you comfortable now?" It asked coldly.

"Comfortable..." Zhang Nanchen shrank his head back, as if he was extremely scared, "Comfortable your head!"

Zhang Nanchen burst into flames in an instant, grabbing a handful of talismans in each of his left and right hands, waving his arms and slapping down on the ghost face in front of him fiercely at the risk of breaking his hand!

Hearing a scream of "Ah", the ghost face immediately shrank back from the boundless bloody hair, and even the hair wrapped around Zhang Nanchen's hands, feet and waist shrank back together, and the bronze mirror that had been standing in midair "dang" With a sound of falling to the ground, Zhang Nanchen grabbed it, got up and fled downstairs desperately!

He panicked and didn't even climb the stairs. He grabbed the iron railing and performed a 180-degree flip in the air. He hooked his feet on the railing on the first floor and didn't care. Just run to the door.

His speed was already very fast, but the female ghost who was forced to retreat by the surprise attack was even faster. When Zhang Nanchen touched the doorknob, Xuefa who was following closely behind had already caught up, and countless strands of hair frantically twisted along the floor in his direction , almost alive like countless disgusting slender worms.

As soon as he pulled the doorknob away, Zhang Nanchen didn't even have time to think about why he closed the door without closing it with his backhand. He saw a black shadow standing in front of him, and he thought it was another kid who appeared out of nowhere. , directly made a handprint and pressed it firmly, and cursed angrily: "Get out of my way!"

Unexpectedly, his hand was stopped in mid-air, the palm pinching his wrist was warm and dry, and the touch felt extremely familiar.

"Little uncle?"

Ji Ying caught Zhang Nanchen's blow in surprise, and immediately saw the bloody hair following behind him, her expression changed drastically, she pulled the person behind her, clasped and flicked Yanhua with her right thumb The sword was drawn from its scabbard.

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Zhang Nanchen was staggered by him and almost fell, he grabbed Ji Ying's clothes before he stood still, gasped and asked intermittently: "Why are you here?"

After he finished asking, he realized something was wrong, he should be in a hallucination now, how could he see Ji Ying?Could it be that the nephew in front of him is also an illusion?

As soon as this idea came up, Zhang Nanchen withdrew his hands, took two steps back, and grabbed the bronze mirror in his hand to stare at Ji Ying's back.

Ji Ying didn't know what Zhang Nanchen was thinking now, she didn't dare to hesitate at all in the face of the flood of blood, and immediately activated the Yanhua sword, drawing a big Heavenly Punishment Talisman in front of her, wanting to resist for a while.

Once the red Heavenly Punishment Talisman was made, the bloody hair stopped abruptly. Countless strands of hair boiled inside the door like a ball of boiled noodles, but none of them could break through the door.

Only then did Zhang Nanchen confirm that what he saw was not an illusion, and Ji Ying in front of him was real.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted." The tension on his body loosened, and he immediately sat down on the ground like a ball of mud, but the wounds on his buttocks hurt so much that he screamed and jumped up again.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!" Zhang Nanchen clutched his buttocks and jumped on the spot. The wounds all over his body were just recovering at this time, and all of them exploded like a fire, and several teardrops burst out from his painful tears.

Ji Ying's eyesight is many times better than Zhang Nanchen's. Even those who are not in the middle of winter can see that his little uncle has long bloody cuts all over his body, his face has been scratched, and his clothes are ragged and in a state of embarrassment.

He put his sword back into its sheath, took off his jumper, covered Zhang Nanchen, and pulled him away: "Go quickly."

The wound on Zhang Nanchen's upper body became more painful when he was rubbed by the heavy cloth, and when Ji Ying pulled his right hand, he felt another sharp pain.

It was only then that Ji Ying realized that her hands were covered in blood. She picked up Zhang Nanchen's hand and saw that it was full of deep wounds with visible bones, without an inch of intact skin.

A pair of sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, Ji Ying stopped, turned around, and asked Zhang Nanchen softly: "Little uncle, do you still dare to stay here?"

"Why don't you dare?" Zhang Nanchen shook his hands and asked back, still hissing in pain, "There is a female ghost in there - no, there are many ghosts, it should be integrated into one through the hair, this kind of blood hair is very sharp ,look--"

He said and showed Ji Ying the wound on his body: "If you want to deal with it, you must be careful."

After he finished speaking, he remembered to ask Jiying how he came to Nanling Mountain.

Ji Ying didn't speak, she spread her palms and held them in front of him.

In his palm lay a few small jade sticks that were kept loosely in the Four Elephant Formation on the roof of the teacher's dormitory building. Zhang Nanchen laughed when he saw it: "Did you set up a trapped fairy formation in Xinghu?"

The Immortal Trapping Formation is what Pinsong called the Fixed Soul Formation. It can lock a large amount of Yin Qi to prevent it from leaking out. It is an excellent defensive formation.

Ji Ying nodded lightly. Of course he was worried that Zhang Nan followed Pingsong to Nanling Mountain alone. Then he chased them up the mountain.

Who knew that the sun was covered by dark clouds as soon as they entered the yard, and it was only through the blood smeared on Zhang Nanchen's lips that they managed to find him. As for Pingsong, Ji Ying hadn't seen it since he came in.

The two exchanged information, and the Heavenly Punishment Talisman that was originally placed at the door also became less powerful under the tireless temptations of countless blood hairs, and a few strands of lifeless hair were burned into green smoke just after trying to pop them out .

Looking at the gate of the small white building, Zhang Nanchen held his shoulders and endured the pain, and quietly asked Ji Ying: "Do you know how to deal with this thing?"

Ji Ying glanced at the bloody hair that kept protruding and retracting inside the door: "It's not difficult."

Zhang Nanchen was stunned: "Isn't it difficult?"

This is an evil spirit born out of ten thousand evils, Ji Ying actually said that it is not difficult to deal with it? !He was so entangled that he almost lost his life.

Ji Ying raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Where does the hair grow?"

"Of course it's on the head." Zhang Nanchen answered without knowing it.

"Where is the head?" Ji Ying asked again.

"The head is in the hair..." Zhang Nanchen had some inspiration this time.

He also pasted N talismans on the face of the disfigured female ghost just now to escape successfully. This talisman that is not afraid of blood—or it can't hurt the root, but the female ghost's head can't bear it...

"Why is the head hidden in the hair?"

Because the female ghost's head is its weakness, bastard!

Zhang Nanchen couldn't bear Ji Ying's way of speaking like guessing riddles, and nodded vigorously to show that he had understood, but when he walked to the door, he encountered a difficulty again: "How can I get in when these hairs are blocking the door?"

"I have a solution." Ji Ying stretched out her hand towards Zhang Nanchen, "Are there any remaining talismans?"

Zhang Nanchen hurriedly fumbled in his trouser pockets, and actually found the two remaining ones, and immediately put them in his palm.

"Don't get too close to me." Ji Ying pulled out the Yanhua sword, and threw the scabbard along with the summoning bell to Zhang Nanchen.

Just at this moment, the Heavenly Execution Talisman that sealed the small white building had been exhausted, and the bloody hair rolling like waves was about to break through the door. Ji Ying immediately threw one of the Talismans between the two without any hesitation. into the sea.

A plume of blue smoke immediately rose from the place where the yellow talisman landed, and Ji Ying barely stepped on the unburned talisman paper with just a touch of her toe.

The yellow talisman burns very fast, but Ji Ying's reaction speeds up. Before the talisman paper is burned out, she flicks her wrist and inserts the Yanhua sword into the blood hair, and then the whole person stands up from the ground, only relying on The power of one arm stood upside down in mid-air.Then he threw another yellow talisman, another backflip, and precisely stepped on the talisman that had just started to burn.

His body shape and movements are extremely beautiful. The yellow talismans landed one after another, and his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. From Zhang Nanchen's point of view, it was almost like acrobatics, but God knows how dangerous it is to go all the way.

Strange to say, as soon as Ji Ying appeared, these deadly hairs gave up Zhang Nanchen as a prey, and instead besieged Ji Ying with all their strength, as if they smelled his more delicious taste, and once they swallowed it, they would get more benefits .

Every time Ji Ying took a step forward, Fa Hai also took a step back. It didn't take long for Ji Ying to reach the stairs. Once he got here, his movements were even faster. Avoiding the burning blue flames, he turned over while grabbing the railing, and disappeared before Zhang Nanchen's eyes in a second.

Zhang Nanchen suffered a great loss from Xuefa and the female ghost. Although his heart was terrified, he was more worried about Ji Ying's safety, so he gritted his teeth and chased him step by step.

As soon as he climbed up to the second floor, he saw that Ji Ying's steps were as fast as lightning, and his fingers were flying like flying. One after another, yellow talismans were firmly stuck to the ceiling by the palm force. As soon as the talismans flew out, there was a soul-fixing nail Chase it, and nail it to the corner of the talisman paper.These small jade sticks, whose scientific name should be Dinghun Nail, have been refined for a long time in the Four Elephants Formation, and they are full of yang energy, and they will be automatically removed when they encounter blood, so that the talisman paper will remain in its original state and will not spontaneously ignite.

Zhang Nanchen's eyes were almost blurred, but in ten seconds, twenty soul-fixing nails fixed twenty pieces of talisman paper, and only the last set of magic tools could form the essence of seizing the sun and the moon, hiding the energy of heaven and earth golden array.

"Little uncle, lend me the bronze mirror!" Ji Ying shouted without looking back.

Zhang Nanchen didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately threw up the bronze mirror that had been in his hand all the time. Ji Ying turned around in the air and caught it with a backhand. After finding the right position, he slapped it vigorously, and the golden light formed!

With the bronze mirror as the center, 21 sets of magical instruments connected end to end, echoing each other, the dazzling golden light suddenly lit up, and the bloody hair, which was still rampant, twisted and shrunk into the formation as if being burned by a row of fire.

"Giggle!"

The voice of the long-lost female ghost finally reappeared, her laughter was extremely eerie, and the nails nailed to the ceiling and the bronze mirror began to vibrate and jingle non-stop.

Ji Ying had already landed on the ground at this time, turned her hand and held the Yanhua Sword in front of her body, and looked up at the bloody hair rolling endlessly in the golden light formation.

"Smelly man, stinky man!"

Finally, with a shrill scream, the female ghost who almost destroyed Zhang Nanchen's little brother finally showed her face. Her pale face was full of bloody mouths, and her eyes were black with only the pupils missing. The whites of the eyes were really scary.

As soon as the female ghost showed her face, she was pursued by the golden light in the formation. Ji Ying also picked up the tip of the sword, her legs exerted force suddenly, and she jumped up to a height of more than two meters. Hua Jian pierced into the thick hair and missed the target.

"Chuck... cluck..."

The female ghost's laughter quickened, and the rhythm sounded a bit familiar. Zhang Nanchen's face changed drastically. This was clearly a sign that the female ghost drove all the ghosts hidden under the bloody hair to cry together!

It was too late to make a sound reminder, Zhang Nanchen rubbed his body and blocked Jiying's ears tightly, but he was completely enveloped by the sharp and ear-piercing ghost cries without any precautions.

Ji Ying's figure was unstable just after landing, and she couldn't maintain her balance when Zhang Nanchen threw her from the front. She only felt a chill on her face and a wet touch.

He hugged Zhang Nanchen's waist, and the two of them rolled into a ball. Before they could realize what happened, they started to have severe tinnitus. It was similar to the feeling when a train passed through a tunnel, but it was more than a hundred times stronger. There was a tingling pain in his head. Immediately abnormal.

Zhang Nanchen's reaction was stronger than his, and his whole body was bent like cooked shrimp. Except for his hands covering Ji Ying's head, he was motionless, and his muscles were twitching nervously.

After the round of ghost cries passed, Ji Ying lifted his head and saw that Zhang Nanchen's nose, corners of his mouth, and even his ears and eyes were bleeding from the shock. In addition to the original wounds, the whole person became like a bloody man.

Ji Ying's eyes darkened, and she wiped the blood from Zhang Nanchen's mouth and nose with her hands, then bit her ring finger, and put a little on his forehead.

"Junior Martial Uncle, don't be afraid, I'm here." He whispered in Zhang Nanchen's ear, squeezed the Yanhua Sword in his hand and stood up.

Zhang Nanchen no longer had the strength to speak, and tilted his head to indicate that he wanted to plug his ears. Ji Ying nodded slightly to express his understanding, and then he completely relaxed and fell to the ground.

The disfigured female ghost did not know where she was hiding in the golden light array. Ji Ying raised her head and tried to find clues for a moment, but saw the bronze mirror nailed to the ceiling flashed suddenly, and then a beam of golden light shot out. out.

Ji Ying's body moved faster than her mind, she kicked on the wall to borrow strength, and leaped lightly diagonally, but first reached out her hand and grabbed vigorously where the golden light hit.

He poured all of his magic power into this grasp, and even his bloody hair couldn't resist. When Ji Ying's fingertips touched him, a big hole was torn open, revealing the disfigured female ghost hiding inside.

Don't miss out!

Ji Ying had already grasped the Yanhua sword with her backhand, and immediately stabbed upwards with all her strength, which immediately pierced the female ghost's mouth, and then turned her wrist along the way.

There was only a scream, and then there was a "bang" sound like a flat tire, and the ghost's head had been chopped off by Ji Ying.

"Giggle!"

The female ghost's head just fell off, and a ghost head that looked very similar appeared from the original place, with the same pale face, the same face with knife marks intertwined, and the facial features could not be seen clearly. , clearly brewing the next wave of ghost cries.

At this time, Ji Ying had exhausted all her leap strength, and even though she was extremely unwilling, she couldn't resist the law of gravity. The first thing she did after she landed lightly was to open her arms and rush towards the place where Zhang Nanchen was lying, hugging him tightly. into his arms.

Zhang Nanchen was still conscious, and while being hugged by Ji Ying, he also exhausted his last bit of strength to cover Ji Ying's ears.

The two leaned on each other to survive this round of ghost crying, Ji Ying felt her headache was like a needle, Zhang Nanchen's condition was even worse, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, and panting with difficulty, she cursed "Damn".

Ji Ying still wanted to say something to Zhang Nanchen, but she felt a strong wind coming from behind her, and hurriedly turned her head to see that the newborn ghost headed towards her with a strand of bloody hair like an arrow leaving the string.

During the action, the blood was scattered, and Ji Ying saw that there was actually another head under the newborn ghost head!It was still a face full of knife marks!

He didn't have time to think about it, he raised his sword as a shield against his chest, mobilized the spiritual power in his body to meditate on San Ling silently, formed the Vajra Seal with his free hand, and pressed down forcefully on the ghost's head.

The same move, Ji Ying used it, but it was completely different from Zhang Nanchen's. The ghost head did not dare to fight head-on, threw bloody hair around the blade of the sword, and retreated violently.

Zhang Nanchen was blocked by Ji Ying and saw the scene clearly. He remembered that the ghost called him a "smelly man" just now, and wanted to cut off his little brother. He immediately knew who these three female ghosts with similar descriptions were. It was the three girls who died tragically on Nanling Mountain in 1994!

Could it be that the souls of all the victims who died because of Wanshaju were all sucked here by these three evil spirits, turned into boundless blood hair, and became the source of their strength?

Recalling the countless ghost faces hidden in the bloody hair before the first ghost cry, Zhang Nanchen finally understood Ping Song's intentions. Among these grim faces, the cobra was Ping Song's grandson, and the cobra had become a part of Wan Sha Ji. One shot can move the whole body, if you can rely on the love of your loved ones to call back the cobra's mind first, and transcend it, a single spark can start a prairie fire, and it is not impossible to break the evil situation.

"Senior Pingsong!" Zhang Nanchen shouted angrily, "You still haven't come out to save your grandson!"

Of course, no one responded to him, but the female ghost started giggling again. Zhang Nanchen vomited blood. He didn't know if he could survive the severe pain again.

Just when he was almost desperate, the bronze mirror on the ceiling suddenly lit up, and the mirror demon said in a childish voice: "Master, hurry up and find him."

WTF? !

Hearing the words, Zhang Nanchen looked up, but saw a bright light on the top of his head, and all the grimaces that had been hiding under his hair were exposed, densely packed, scarier than a hive full of bees, which made him almost suffer from mass phobia .

"Who are you looking for! Tell me clearly!" Zhang Nanchen stood up with the last bit of strength, resisting the discomfort in his stomach, and searched among the densely packed faces. Ji Ying also stood side by side with him, with the horizontal sword in front.

"Find yourself, Master."

Find myself? !

There was a buzzing in Zhang Nanchen's head, and his heart almost stopped beating. At this moment, a familiar face among countless faces came into view.

Those thick black eyebrows, big eyes, tall nose, and the iconic small and delicate mouth, isn't that—isn't this what he looks like now? !

Zhang Nanchen gasped, looking at those dark, lifeless eyes with only pupils and no whites, he couldn't even move.

Ji Ying also saw that face, but he was quite calm. He squeezed Zhang Nanchen's chin and said in a low voice, "Uncle, that's just a face! It's just a skin, what's so scary!"

"Yes, you are right..." Zhang Nanchen murmured, "It's just a skin, I changed a skin, you recognize me..."

That's what I said, but it's really scary, isn't it? !

The two of them were "eyebrowing" here, but the ghost head on the ceiling, who looked exactly like Zhang Nanchen, moved slowly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, showing a shallow smile, and then the two lips parted further and further. It grew bigger and bigger, clearly showing an attacking posture!

Ji Ying didn't notice anything with his back turned, but Zhang Nanchen saw it clearly, and he yelled in his heart that something was wrong, so he was pushed away by Ji Ying who was blocking him, and then flashed in front of his eyes, the ghost's head shot at him. before.

Zhang Nanchen was not defenseless either, he had already covered his face with seals with both hands, the grimace was only slightly blocked, and within a second of pause, he smashed down even faster and more aggressively. It bumped into Zhang Nanchen's hand!

Zhang Nanchen only felt a pain in his hand, thinking that his life was over this time, but the grimace didn't bite him, and then his hand became cold, his meridians and flesh began to twitch, as if something was about to come out.

Ji Ying had already realized that she was about to strike with the Yanhua sword, but was stopped by Zhang Nanchen.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Nanchen looked at his hands tremblingly.

From the fingertips of the ten fingers of his hands, a little transparent liquid slowly seeped out, and then more and more, finally converging into a drop of plump dew, which was sucked into the mouth by the grimace.

Isn't this the drop of dew that the old man in Renshou Lane said before he died?Could this be the opportunity to break the evil situation?

After Grimace inhaled the dew, his lifeless face changed from pale to transparent, as if it had been washed by something.Taking it as the source, following the countless strands of hair, this change instantly spread to all the nearby ghost faces, and finally the closely connected ghost faces fell apart, all out of the control of the female ghost. The red hair also slowly disappeared into nothingness.

Before Zhang Nanchen had time to be happy, he heard the sound of chanting suddenly in his ears:

"Heavenly Venerable is merciful, saving all ghosts.

The ten directions proclaim subtlety, and the amulet orders pardon the spring.

Save the three smears of suffering and leave the blood lake court.

When the soul is depressed, the men and women are always promoted. "

This voice is not Ping Song old man but who is it?

After reciting the "Taiyi Saving Suku Tianzun's Wonderful Sutra of Expelling Sin and Fengdu Blood Lake", the grimaces that were turning over dumplings unexpectedly quieted down, and even the most vicious disfigured female ghost no longer made threatening gestures.

Jiying pulled Zhang Nanchen and ran downstairs, and when he walked out the gate, Pingsong was indeed outside the door, sitting cross-legged in a black hat and yellow robe, with three sticks of incense sticking in front of him, his whisk resting on his arms, and his hands were knotted in front of his chest. Lianhuayin smiled when he saw the two of them running out: "Brother Zhang, brother Ji, thank you for helping me."

Zhang Nanchen was almost pissed off by him, the two of them had a bloody and sweaty fight, but the old man sat peacefully, without a single crease in his clothes.

He was about to ask questions, but was stopped by Ji Ying: "Senior Pingsong wants to open the Yin-Yang Road to save these resentful spirits, don't bother you."

Open Yin Yang Road?Zhang Nanchen froze for a moment, then went to look at Pingsong, and found that the background behind him was blurred so that he couldn't see clearly. The sound of chanting was getting louder and louder, and a narrow path gradually appeared not far behind Pingsong.

Not all the ghosts in this world can be saved, not to mention that these resentful spirits do a lot of evil, just say that they missed the chance of reincarnation only once for each ghost. How much cultivation.

Now all the grievances in Zhang Nanchen's heart disappeared. Ping Song was fighting with his life this time, and if he didn't do it, he would be punished by the gods and die on the spot.

The path behind Taoist Pingsong became clearer and clearer. There was no grass growing on the road, only a row of ghost messengers slowly appeared with handcuffs.

When the ghost messenger appears, it is the time for the dead soul to go on the road, and there is no need for others to guide them. The countless ghosts who were originally trapped in the evil situation know that they must follow the ghost messenger at this time.

Zhang Nanchen felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Ji Ying, who was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and finally Zhang Nanchen spoke first: "Don't you know why I don't want to recognize you?"

The resentful spirits had almost left, only the last few were still hovering in front of Ping Song, one was Cobra, who seemed very reluctant to part, and the other was Nan Chen, with a confused face, as if he didn't know where to go.

Ji Ying's face was as heavy as water, and she refused to let go of holding Zhang Nanchen's hand at all. She lowered her head, but out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the two ghost messengers who were walking towards them.

Nan Chen was still ignorant, and followed the ghost messenger to float towards them, while the cobra had already been watched by Ping Song into the Yin Yang Road.

The ghost messenger with a black face said to Zhang Nanchen*: "The time has come."

The corners of Ji Ying's eyebrows twitched, and the Yanhua Sword in his hand groaned, and a circle of red light burst out instantly.

"No one can take him away." He blocked Zhang Nanchen sideways, and flicked the ghost of Nanchen floating behind the ghost guard with his fingers. The confused little ghost was ejected several meters away, and circled around in place. .

"Life and death have their own destiny, and ghosts have different paths." Zhang Nanchen could see it openly, even though his heart ached like twists, he forced a smile and said, "If there is a destiny, we will meet again in the next life..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Ying turned her head and stared viciously, and Yan Huajian groaned again.

"I will do what I say." He stopped talking nonsense to the stubborn Zhang Nanchen, and raised his sword directly at the two ghost messengers.

Zhang Nanchen didn't speak any more, but reached out and grabbed Ji Ying's shoulder blades, pulling him over to face him face to face.

"Do you still like me?" He asked while holding Ji Ying's face, looking into his eyes.

Ji Ying was puzzled for a moment, and then nodded vigorously, but the hand holding the sword began to tremble, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

No matter how powerful his mana is, he is no more than a mere mortal, how can he beat the destiny?In the end... I'm afraid that in the end, they can only end up in the end of burning jade and stone together.

Zhang Nanchen felt extremely distressed, his heart tightened one after another, but the pain of separation he felt at this time was infinitely stronger than the last time.

He raised his head and kissed Ji Ying's brow, and the latter let him do nothing.

The cold lips due to excessive blood loss slowly slid down, and finally fell between Ji Ying's hot lips. After a little hesitation, Zhang Nanchen still slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips for a while, and then poked in.

The kiss was very short, and Ji Ying didn't even give any response. He was like a statue carved out of jade, letting Zhang Nanchen kiss him and touch him, and finally left a sentence in his ear: "I promise you the afterlife, no matter you Be it a man or a woman, old or young, beautiful or ugly, irrespective of morality or not. So you have to take care of yourself and don't be stupid."

In Zhang Nanchen's words, only the last sentence is the most sincere.He knew that Ji Ying had the idea of ​​killing each other, and if he fought recklessly with the ghost, neither of them would end well.It's better to say some sweet words to appease people first, and when Ji Ying's death comes, after eating a bowl of Mengpo soup, will he still recognize who Zhang Nanchen is?

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ji Ying finally reacted, grabbed the back of Zhang Nanchen's head with her backhand, and pressed herself, "I only want this life, not the next life!"

It was only then that Zhang Nanchen suddenly discovered a blood scab on Ji Ying's right ring finger, and touched his forehead in shock, there was clearly a spot of blood that had solidified.

"Soul binding!" He changed his face, grabbed Ji Ying's shoulder and shouted loudly, "You actually use this?!"

The soul-binding forbidden technique, which forcefully keeps the dead in the world, is the first prohibition in the Ji family's family rules, and Ji Ying actually used it on him!

Zhang Nanchen wanted to wipe off the blood spot on his forehead at this time, but he couldn't wipe it off, so he could only watch Ji Ying raise his sword to face the two ghost messengers.

"Zhang Nanchen—" a ghost messenger called his name with a long tail, "The time has come—"

The Yanhua sword in Ji Ying's hand was glowing red, and it was about to explode to hurt the ghost, but the ghost messenger said slowly: "Your life is not over—"

Zhang Nanchen: "..."

Ping Song, who watched a good show from the sidelines, came forward with a smile at this time: "Brother Zhang, I said earlier that you are an insider and cannot die."

"What about Nanchen?" Zhang Nanchen was dumbfounded, and hurriedly pointed to the ghost of Nanchen who was still circling around.

Ping Song twirled his goatee, suddenly found a wad of paper money out of nowhere, lit another stick of incense, and pointed it at the two ghost messengers.

The ghost messenger worked so hard to come to the world, not just for the incense, so he ran behind Pingsong's buttocks, stretching his neck to smell the smell.

Ping Song led the ghost messenger aside, murmured something, and kept Zhang Nanchen and Ji Ying staring at each other, feeling embarrassed.

Damn, I must not have said the nasty words just now!

Zhang Nanchen was so regretful that his intestines were green, and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to hide in, so as not to be lit by Ji Ying's seemingly calm eyes that were about to burn.

Not long after, Pingsong Lao Dao came back, and the two ghost messengers returned to Yinyang Road with a little "grey income" contentedly.

"The ghost messenger said, Master Yan Wang didn't let them hook this person's soul." Pinsong pointed with a list, "See, this is the list for this time, there is no one named Nan Chen."

Zhang Nanchen was even more stupid: "Then what should he do?"

Ping Song said: "Don't worry, let little brother Ji go to the Yin Division to ask the judge and check the book of life and death with the judge. It's just a matter of a few dollars."

Zhang Nanchen: "..."

In the end, it was impossible, so Pingsong thought of a trick, using the bronze mirror that held the mirror demon to temporarily seal Nanchen's soul, Zhang Nanchen looked at the man