Zha Gong's evolutionary path

The ghost's eyes were dark and prey, squinting a crack, and it was dark inside.

It lay quietly on the beam of the house, its shapeless little fingers firmly digging in the cracks of the beam, making slow and piercing scratching sounds.With his mouth open, the screams of crying and laughter that he heard downstairs rushed out in bursts, echoing in the corridor on the second floor, full of threats.

This was obviously not something that Xiaozhi could handle with emotion and reason, Luo Huang looked solemn, and took two steps back against A Liang and the shopkeeper.

Those two people couldn't see the ghosts, but they could hear their voices, and their faces were pale.

A Liang said in a low voice: "God stick, this time we're lucky, or let's just admit it and get out of here! There's no need to lose our lives!"

In fact, Luo Huang agrees with him amazingly. If it wasn't for Ying Moyan and the white-haired man who were swallowed up by the second floor without making a sound, he wished he could catch the shopkeeper and turn around and run away.

Now that everyone has come up, being targeted by that ghost, and then turning around and running, I don't know if it will end in a worse way.

He put the mahogany sword across his chest, pulled out the charms in his belt with one hand, and put one piece between his fingers to make up the number; at the same time, he said to A Liang: "If you can't see, just protect the shopkeeper, don't come closer, sprinkle the glutinous rice on the ground……"

"What about you?" A Liang asked nervously.

The shopkeeper raised his finger tremblingly, and pointed to a room on the right side at the end of the corridor: "Prince Immortal, my little girl, my little girl is in that room, she has been bedridden for a long time—"

The moment he raised his finger and pointed to the wing, the ghost was suddenly enraged, and rushed down with a roar.

Luo Huang saw a jet-black shadow approaching him as a hood, raised the mahogany sword a block, only heard the ghost whistling, and the palm of his hand touched the mahogany sword.

Taomu itself has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, the ghost was afraid after all, he retracted it immediately when he touched it, and slapped him in the face angrily.

Luo Huang quickly said: "You two stay away!"

Tilting his head, barely avoiding the sharp claws like the wind, a donkey rolled and rolled straight towards the end of the corridor.

Over there, Ah Liang has already sprinkled all the glutinous rice in front of him in a hurry, holding the shopkeeper tightly by his side, preventing him from getting out of the protective range of glutinous rice.

The ghost fetus missed a hit, roared angrily, and instead of attacking the other two who couldn't see its figure in front of it, it suddenly turned around and chased after Luo Huang who had rolled to the center of the corridor.

It moved fast, and with a whistling sound, it was already approaching from this lightning and flint.

Luo Huangfang stabilized his figure, and when he raised his head, he saw that little face with blurred features suddenly appeared above his head.Two gloomy gazes shot down like torches, the mouth opened like a black hole, and a smell of blood and blood rushed towards him.

It was too close, the moment Luo Huang turned his head, it was almost attached to the stick, tightly stuck to the side of his face, the moment he turned his head, Luo Huang could clearly see the rotten tip of its toothless tongue——

worse.

That was all he had time to pass through his mind.

The moment the mouth screamed and bit down on his shoulder, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side room, grabbed the belt of Luo Huang's Taoist robe, and dragged him from the ground into the room.Then raised his foot and kicked it, and closed the door of the wing room tightly, briefly blocking the roaring ghost baby from the door.

Compared with the corridor outside, this room is not much better. It is equally gloomy. A white candle as thick as an arm is burning in the room. The crumbling light casts a ghostly look on the silent figure on the bed.

Luo Huang fell into the room unsteadily and landed on her buttocks, which was extremely indecent.His belt was already loosely tied, but when the hand behind him pulled it, the charms stuffed inside fled away and fell to the ground.

The Taoist put his hands on the ground in embarrassment, got up, turned around and saw that the person who was grabbing his belt was indeed the white-haired man pretending to be deaf and dumb. "you……"

He opened his mouth as soon as he wanted to get angry, but his wise, martial and handsome face was completely thrown away by you; when he remembered that he had rescued him just now, he couldn't express his resentment.

The words suddenly turned into: "Why are you running up and making a fuss? Is it possible for you mortals to do such things as exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits?"

He glanced to the side, and Ying Moyan was floating between the bed and the door, still a certain distance away from the white-haired man, his figure faintly hidden under the gloomy light of the white candle.A black cloak seems to have sucked up the daylight, and the bottom is bottomless. There is a kind of contempt and arrogance that is covered by three lights.

He didn't seem to care about the screams outside the house at all, he just quietly stared at the back of the white-haired man, with an unpredictable expression, seemingly sad or happy.

Luo Huang thought to himself, this is good about being a ghost, calm and relaxed, there is no need to be afraid of another ghost at all.

He could see the expression on Ying Moyan's face, if the white-haired man didn't leave, he would definitely not want to leave either.

It's just that I don't know why that guy suddenly got into trouble. Ordinary people hear about ghosts and don't rush to run away; but he just wants to join in the fun?

The white-haired man turned a deaf ear to his complaints, only raised his hand, and dragged him further in.

His hand was so strong that Luo Huang couldn't help being dragged by him and stumbled two steps, almost hitting his shoulder directly.

"You are a Taoist priest. Can you see it?" he said.

Luo Huang thought to himself, so he can speak and hear.

Although the voice is very low, the voice has a kind of hoarse magnetism, which is not unpleasant.

When he was speaking, Ying Mo Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, as if he was holding his breath, and wanted to float a little closer to him.But his body moved a little, and his shoulders loosened as if he remembered something.

He pursed his lips, and floated in the same place silently, his gaze intersected with Luo Huang's gaze.

He shook his head slightly at him, as if he didn't want him to tell the man that he was here.

Luo Huang felt that she shouldn't meddle in this muddy water.

The weirdness of this Ying Moyan is no less than that of the white-haired man in front of him who cherishes words like gold.Maybe the two of them were originally Zhou Yu who beat Huang Gai, and one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. It was really bad for him to get involved.

But now is no longer the time to worry about this, how can a mere door panel block the little devil outside the house.

The ghost baby's head, as if being slowly delivered from the mother's womb, seeped in from outside the door little by little.

He had no choice but to hurry up and say, "I can see—it's coming in!!"

With a little fingertip, just as the baby raised its head, its gloomy and dark gaze was cast towards him, and then it turned around, seeping into the house from outside.

At the same time, a figure lying on the bed in the room, a woman who had been ignored by them from beginning to end, screamed sharply.

She screamed incoherently, and her voice was so high that she couldn't hear what she was crying at all, but the voice was sharp and desperate, which stimulated the ghost's squinted eyes to suddenly turn blood red.

Luo Huang thought it was bad!

He suddenly grabbed the scattered spells from the ground, folded his palms together, attached the spells to his palms, activated the exorcism formulas that came to mind in his mind, stumbled and said: "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, All, Array, Column, In , forward, the evil spirits retreat!!"

A palm patted the ghost's forehead.

The talisman that does not have the magic power to exorcise ghosts slapped the ghost's forehead, only shaking its figure slightly, but it did not have any deterrent effect.

Instead, it angered the ghost, and after a moment of bewilderment, he flew into a rage, and his figure skyrocketed.

The palm-sized body of an adult man, like a bamboo joint, climbed up, and in the blink of an eye, he stood upright, growing into a thick black shadow covering most of the room.

The shadow carried a mighty aura, and suddenly rushed towards the Taoist priest in front of Hengjian, and the sharp and long whistle created bursts of airflow, rolling all the household items in the room and rolling them in all directions, and the closed windows fluttered. ring.

The weak and thin light of the white candle, in this suddenly rolled up air current, is like a flat boat in the sea, shaking and flickering helplessly, and it seems that it is dying.

The mahogany sword in Luo Huang's hand was slapped off by the ghost, and the black donkey's hooves on his neck were caught by the shadow, causing burns to the ghost for a while; Burning, screaming and roaring, ten fingers and sharp claws suddenly emerged, and slashed at the Taoist priest's empty neck with great vengeance.

The sharp claws are unstoppable, before they touch the Taoist, they have already torn a few sharp holes in the air. If they touch human skin, not to mention the fragile human neck, even fine steel and iron can cut iron like mud!

Luo Huang had never seen this kind of battle before, and was already dumbfounded.

It's not that he didn't want to run, but the soles of his feet seemed to be firmly fixed on him, and he couldn't move at all.

Ying Moyan's eyes flickered slightly, and the sleeves of his robe floated up slowly in the air current, and he was about to take care of this lawless brat himself.

He didn't move, and suddenly saw Luo Huang's waist being wrapped in arms, wrapped in the arms of the man next to him.The man led him into a light jump, jumped seven or eight steps backwards, and landed firmly on the table with the white candle on it.

The desk swayed twice, and managed to stabilize itself without collapsing. The white candle swayed precariously from side to side twice, and finally swallowed the last wisp of smoke exhausted.

The house suddenly fell into a more eerie darkness.

The Taoist priest's waist was caught, and the moment he jumped up, he clearly saw ten sharp fingerprints appeared on the soles of his feet at the same time, and the impressions were as deep as five inches into the ground.If it were his neck, the head would have rolled off the neck long ago.

Only then did he get scared, and he didn't care about the white-haired man's previous pretentiousness, so he just grabbed the man's arm and said in surprise: "On the top of the head!!"

In the pitch darkness, the place where the ghost fetus was located was even more viscous and heavy, and he could feel the ghost approaching from the air flow.

The man holding him couldn't see, he couldn't see anything, but he was surprisingly calm.

He waved his big hand in the direction of Luo Huang's finger, and something in his palm shot out, hitting the huge ghostly face above his head.

Holding the Taoist priest in his arms, he jumped down from the table again, turned around beautifully, and just pulled the man away from the sharp claws swung down by the furious ghost, and the two of them stuck to the wall behind them together.

Luo Huang leaned against his chest tightly, I don't know if it was his heartbeat or her own heartbeat, it was pounding, strong and powerful.

After a while, he concluded that this should be the man's heartbeat, which was extremely calm and calm, unlike him, whose heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

He almost screamed, "What did you throw at it?"

The roar behind him became louder and louder, and he turned his head to see the ghost tire soaring to the level of the beam, and it was about to engulf the entire house.

The white-haired man embraced him, carefully saying: "The glutinous rice in your bag."

Luo Huang forcibly calmed down just now, and then listened to the man speak slowly, every word was as heavy as going to a grave: "...It's all used up now."

As soon as these words fell, Luo Huang felt the top of his head loosen, and the neatly tied bun was chopped off by the sharp wind, and scattered in disintegration. A head of long black hair met the man's astonished gaze, perfectly blurring him. Face.

Black silk and white hair are intertwined and intertwined, and there is a strange lingering meaning in this weird darkness where no light can be seen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Luo Huang clutched her head, thinking in a trance that the sharp claws were going to go straight to the Baihui acupoint on the top of her head in the next moment.He desperately thought that he really had to confess here today, before the Ghost Festival is over, is he going to return to the underworld with many nocturnal ghosts?

Ying Moyan, who was always standing with his hands behind his back, glanced past the entangled hair of the two of them, and snorted coldly.

His voice was cold, but with an aura of calmness and prestige.

The ghost had been deliberately avoiding him, subconsciously only attacking the two naked-eyed mortals in front of him; after hearing this cold snort, the ghost flinched a little—but it was only for such an imperceptible moment.

The hesitation was fleeting, it stretched out its ten fingers, and scratched directly towards the predetermined target - the forehead of the Taoist priest whose back was turned to him.

The fishy smell rushed straight to the back of the head, and the whole room was shrouded in ghosts, which was unavoidable.

Luo Huang closed her eyes and waited to die, when she suddenly felt that the top of her head was firmly protected by a wide palm.

The white-haired man who was holding him pulled himself out of his messy hair, and raised his hand to protect the top of his hair; with genuine energy in his palm, he forcibly received this invisible sharp grab.

The Taoist priest clearly heard the terrifying sound of flesh splitting, the sound was close to his ears, and the blood gushed out at the same time, directly splashing onto Luo Huang's pale right face, and a few drops splashed into his slightly opened mouth In, with a little bitter and salty taste.

His throat tightened, and he immediately forgot what to say.

At the moment when the two of them were cornered and there was no way out, Ying Moyan was ready to attack for the second time, forcibly suppressing the growing anger of the devil.

Suddenly, the woman who was left on the bed screamed again and again, as if she was being cut into pieces.

Luo Huang saw that the ghost fetus seemed to have been diverted, and unexpectedly stopped the movement towards them.The thin and long eyes rolled a little bit of cloudy whites, and slowly turned to the head of the bed.

The Taoist priest's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, so fast that he was close to suffocation.

Without thinking about it, he suddenly broke free from the arms of the man who was still holding him firmly, flew forward and rushed to the woman on the bed, and opened his arms to block the side of the bed.

Sharply said: "Nie Yi, stop quickly, she—"

His words froze on his lips.

The woman he was guarding lifted most of her body from the bed, holding a pair of embroidery scissors in her hand, and pierced hard through his left shoulder blade.

Bright red blood trickled down the Taoist robe.

The woman pursed her lips and let out a high-pitched voice that seemed to be crying or laughing: "No one is allowed—take my child away—!"