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Yuan Yi opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bloodless phantom face.

He rolled his eyes and fainted again.

"He passed out again." The floating ghost felt aggrieved, she turned her head and asked, "Am I scary?"

In fact, it's not particularly scary, but the tongue is longer and the face is paler.

Wujo Wudao: "Curly hair is too weak to bear, wait for me to wake him up."

He stretched out his hand directly, and slapped Yuan Yi's left and right cheeks.

The sound of applause was clear and sweet, and two palm prints appeared on Yuan Yi's fair face.

He woke up slowly, and there was no ghost in front of him.

"It really is a dream."

The ghost floated in front of him: "You finally woke up!"

"Help!"

Yuan Yi threw himself into Gojo Satoru's arms, hugging his waist tightly, not daring to look at the ghost-like creature behind him.

He broke down and said, "Is it a curse spirit that looks like a ghost?"

Gojo Satoru slapped him on the head, trying to get Genichi to let him go.

"Idiot, it's a ghost, not a curse spirit!"

Yuan Yi self-hypnotized: "It's not a ghost, I know, it's a stand-in out of the body."

"That's right, it's a stand-in!"

Xia Youjie asked suspiciously, "A substitute?"

Yuan Yi popularized science and said: "A man who doesn't watch jump is not a real man at all. Let Ah Yin tell you what a substitute is today."

He picked up the fallen branches on the ground, pointed at the floating ghost and said: "The substitute is the cohesion of the spiritual body. If a human and the substitute are combined, they will become a powerful substitute warrior."

Gojo Satoru grabbed Yuan Yi's hair: "Curly hair, do you really think I haven't watched "JOJO"?"

Yuan Yi broke free, and said solemnly: "It would be better if you have seen it, this is obviously a stand-in that is out of the body."

"That..." the ghost raised his hand, "I'm not a substitute or a curse spirit, but a ghost."

With a fierce look in Yuan Yiyi's eyes, he tilted his neck and said, "Shut up, I said you're a double, that's a double!"

Wujo Wu said speechlessly: "This refers to the ghost as a substitute."

Yuan Yi: "It's a stand-in, not a ghost!"

Wujo Gou groaned all over and dragged him forward, he said impatiently, "Stop dawdling, self-deceiving fellow."

Most of the curse spirit just now was expelled, and a small part was absorbed by Xia Youjie.

He can still taste the disgusting taste of the curse spirit on the tip of his tongue, stuffed into his mouth like a rag that wiped vomit.

Xia Youjie suppressed the disgusting nausea, and explained: "According to Miss You... the stand-in, the super-level resentful spirit that needs to be exorcised this time is in the palace ahead."

Yuan Yi complained: "A Yin just fell asleep for a while, why did you name the curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru directly retorted: "Are you sure you fell asleep, not fainted from fright?"

Xia Youjie had no choice but to separate the two people who were about to fight again. He was like a conciliation agent, sandwiched between Yuan Yi and Wujo Wu to bear the double mental attack.

"Yin Shi, don't pay attention to these things. The level of the spell spirit this time has been determined to be a special level. The situation is very dangerous. Be more serious."

Yuan Yi hugged Xia Youjie's arm, and rubbed his head against his neck, the silver hair made Xia Youjie feel itchy.

"Squint your eyes, you look like an aunt."

Gojo Satoru made way: "Jie, I support you beating him up."

Yuan Yi hugged Xia Youjie's arm and yelled, "Mommy, Mommy, that big silver-haired fool who bullies you, beat him up!"

Gojo Satoru had an ugly expression, his stomach was in a tizzy, and he underestimated how shameless he was.

Xia Youjie directly covered Yuan Yi's mouth, and Yuan Yi let out a whimper.

He smelled a very bad smell, which was beyond words, and the source of the smell was Xia Youjie's palm.

He held his wrist, broke Xia Youjie's hand and smelled it again: "Xia Youle, touch..."

Xia Youjie withdrew his hand and interrupted Yuan Yi's words: "It should be that the breath of the curse spirit was contaminated when compressing the core where the energy of the curse spirit gathered."

Xia Youjie's technique is an uncommon "spell magic technique", which can control the magic spirit by swallowing the core of the energy of the magic spirit, including the special level.

Yuan Yi looked like a father who cared about his son, and sighed and patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder: "It's really hard for Dad to swallow something that is disgusting, disgusting and full of negative emotions like Mantra Spirit."

He howled a few times, and took the opportunity to wipe the dust on Xia Youjie's body.

"Abba is very happy. You have grown into a good man who is as upright as I am."

He glanced at Xia Youjie's squinted eyes in disgust, covered his face and continued to cry: "It's just that the eyes are too small to look like your father, but more like your mother who died young."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ." the floating substitute ghost was crying with snot and tears, his pale face flushed from crying.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you stupid?"

The ghost shook his head and said, "I was scared to death when I met the visiting god during the festival."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath: "It's better to die stupid."

Xia Youjie's footsteps slowed down slightly, allowing Yuan Yi, who was holding his arm to deliberately use his strength to slacken forward, to keep up with him.

He dug his hands through the fluffy curly hair for a long time and took out a candy, he said reluctantly: "Abba only has this candy, and I don't want to give up eating it. I'll give it to you stupid son."

It was an orange-flavored candy wrapped in colorful cellophane, with a curly silver hair stuck to the side of the candy.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, and the dim light from the corners of the eaves scattered from his bangs to his mouth.

With a smile on his face, his tone was floating and gentle: "Thank you, Yinshi."

He removed the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth, the orange flavor diluted the taste of the curse spirit in his mouth.

Gojo Satoru suddenly inserted his hand into Genichi's curly hair, and kept groping, trying to find the second candy from his messy silver hair.

He searched for a long time, but found nothing, only the sweet and greasy aroma of strawberries stained his hands.

Sure enough, Curly was marinated by sweets.

"Curly hair, you can really hide." He glanced at Yuan Yi's whole body, even with the help of six eyes, "Well, I saw it."

He snatched the wooden knife from Yuan Yi's waist and twisted the handle with his hands.

The handle of the knife was hollow, and after he twisted it off, all the sugar contained in it fell into Gojo Satoru's palm.

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Isn't there only one silver hour?"

Yuan Yi pretended to be stupid and said: "Ah, it must be Wutiao Xinba who stuffed so much sugar while I was sleeping to set the blame on me. Ah Yin really controls sugar well."

Gojo Satoru stuffed all the candy into his pocket and threw the wooden knife to him.

"I admit it, I stole it, and now I want to take all my candy away."

The tip of the wooden knife stabbed Gojo Wu's butt in a daze, before Gojo Wu stepped forward.

Yuan Yi chased after him, waving the wooden knife messily: "Give it back to me!"

"Well, it's so sweet, it's all mine."

"go to hell!"

The ghost floated in front of Xia Youjie, with two bloody tears hanging on his face, which was a little scary.

She wiped her snot with her sleeve: "Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish

Xia Youjie asked, "Why don't you go to reincarnation?"

The ghost stopped crying, and she looked at the dungeon where the curse spirit disappeared and regained peace, and said sadly: "Originally, this is a transfer station for the undead, and the undead who died here can enjoy the last day of life like a human, and then disappear after becoming a Buddha. "

Will-o'-the-wisps floated all over her body, her eyes were blood red, and her head turned mechanically.

The cold air rushed over.

"But since this place was occupied by the wraith, the only place where the ghost can let go of the past is gone. I have been waiting for someone who can destroy him, and finally the three of you came."

The ghost bent down and bowed, solemnly said: "Please, let this place return to its original appearance."

Xia Youjie raised his hand and touched her head.

Human beings cannot touch the ghost, his movements are light and slow, very gentle.

Yuan Yi had a big bump on his head when he was beaten by Wu Tiaowu, and he waved to Xia Youjie in front of him: "Xia Youle, if you don't come again, Dad will be beaten to death by a bastard."

Another punch, directly hitting Yuan Yi in the face.

"Hey, do you know that you don't slap people in the face!?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head and said provocatively, "If I hit you, I will hit you. Do you want to pick a place?"

"Ayin is completely angry, this time I must stab your meow flower."

Xia Youjie rubbed his forehead, with a helpless and indulgent smile on his face.

He said to the ghost: "Don't worry, I will restore this place to its previous appearance..."

"...with my companions."

The author has something to say: The confused ghost is still calculating who is the mother and who is the father, but there is no doubt that Gojo Satoru is the son

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Is this the love of parents? I laugh.