Bao Yang, understand?

Naturally, Shi Ji didn't want to eat, he just didn't like the way Shen Fu and Ruan Zhinian talked about everything.

The two of them rested for a while, and in the evening, Shi Ji took Shen Fu around.

The weather has turned warm recently, and there is still a slightly warm touch when the evening wind blows over.Shen Fu likes this kind of evening, he can see the orange sunset burning like a lamp, he can hear crows crowing like an evening bell.

In the evening, I heard that the athlete had arrived at the hotel.Han Chenchen specially gave Shi Ji a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for tomorrow's shooting, and Shi Ji happily accepted it. The two chatted casually for a while, but they had nothing in common, so they broke up the situation in embarrassment. .

Before leaving, Han Chenchen asked if Wang Jiaran had arrived, Shi Ji didn't know, and Shen Fu said he hadn't, he just confirmed with the event operation that Wang Jiaran would not arrive until midnight.

Shi Ji and Han Chenchen exchanged a few more words, Shi Ji explained that he might be very tired from shooting tomorrow, and wanted to go back to the room to rest first.

He took Shen Fu back to the room and asked Shen Fu to take a shower first.

After they finished washing, Shi Ji stretched out his hand and cast a sleeping spell on Shen Fu, making him lie flat on the bed and covering him with clothes.

At this time, there was commotion outside the door.

The ghostly aura in this hotel is getting stronger and stronger.

Peaceful at midnight, sparks light up.

The night wind is quiet, and a hundred ghosts sneak around.

Shi Ji couldn't stand the growing ghostly aura here.He put on his coat and left the hotel, following the guidance of the silver butterfly, looking for the breath of lonely ghosts.

He was really interested, how did such a strong ghostly aura hide his figure under his nose?

Following the trajectory of butterflies, Shi Ji has unknowingly reached a cemetery.

In the mysterious and cold atmosphere, the wind and rain cleared, and a dilapidated mansion appeared.

It seems to have been standing here, and it seems to appear suddenly.

All of a sudden, a demonic blue candle lighted up suddenly, jumping and jumping behind the window, like a seductive female ghost shaking her waist.

Shi Ji frowned.

Pretend to be a ghost.

He stretched out his palm, and the white spiritual power condensed in his palm, and then turned into a spear, piercing through the tightly closed carved rosewood door.

The evil ghost hiding in the house was frightened out of his wits, and with a "babble" he searched for a place to hide.The rosewood door opened, and inside the door was a table, a tea bowl and one person.

It's ridiculous that the demon king's mana opened the door, but it only caused a small ripple in the tea soup.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here."

The spear returned to Shi Ji's hand and turned into a bone umbrella.His tossing and turning startled the Nether Flowers in the courtyard. In the rain of blue flowers, the white demon king came lightly.

This seems to be a very beautiful painting, blue and white are intertwined, rendering an extremely coquettish, yet ethereal beauty.It's just that when the demon king's blood-colored pupils lit up, it represented the official start of the killing.

Wrapped in white clothes, Hua Yu ran towards Ruan Zhinian like a long sword. Ruan Zhinian just slanted to the left to avoid the long sword.

Such a reaction speed must not be human.

In the next instant, Ruan Zhinian's figure had disappeared into the rain of blue flowers all over the sky.

Shi Ji held his breath and concentrated, and then suddenly drew his sword to the right and rear.The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and the sword energy set off a tumbling sea of ​​flowers.

In this way, Ruan Zhinian was also forced out.

It's just that at this moment, he is not dressed in the usual way, but is wearing a green and black long gown, his skin is pale, like a ghost.

In this way, the figure of one blue and one white is like two colors swirling and entangled in ink and wash.

Shi Ji drew his sword quickly and neatly, but Ruan Zhinian changed his shape and couldn't grasp the direction.

Ever since, the demon king got tired of this game of hunting ghosts.

He put away the long sword and landed on the bluestone ground.

Form an array and make a decision.

In an instant, tens of thousands of dead bones scattered from behind Shiji, like deadly thorns, strangling all living things around him.

The density of the long thorns was astonishing, Ruan Zhinian couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed in the shoulder by one of them.

It's crimson blood.

On the contrary, it was the blood that made Shi Ji a little confused.

Is it human?

Among ghosts and demons, ghosts have no blood.

There is no real thing, so there is no blood to talk about.

But if it is a human being, why does it live in this extremely dark place?Why hang out with ghosts.

Ruan Zhinian didn't care about his wounds, and asked calmly, "Your god bone is already close to the eighth floor?"

Does he know that there is a god bone?

Shi Ji's doubts have turned into panic.

You know, it's a top secret that even King Peacock Ming didn't understand.

"who are you?"

Ruan Zhinian took a few steps back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his wrist. He knew that Shi Ji might be more anxious than himself in the current situation, so he asked him something he was curious about unhurriedly: "You and Shen Fu What's the relationship?"

Dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, Shi Ji stepped forward and grabbed Ruan Zhinian by the collar.

"What's with you?"

"Why are you approaching Shen Fu?"

This tone doesn't sound right...

Some sour taste.

Shi Ji squinted his long and narrow eyes, and warned viciously: "He is my lover, who are you? What does it have to do with Shen Fu?"

He deliberately emphasized the intimacy between the two, so that the comer retreated.

I don't care whether you are a ghost or not, as long as you get close to Shen Fu, get out of here.

"Open your peacock eyes and look at my clothes!"

Ruan Zhinian frowned.

Only then did Shi Ji notice that Ruan Zhinian was wearing a blue-black gauze, and there seemed to be something written in white ink on the gauze, so flamboyant, it was hard to see—

In the snow in June, the grievances are clear.

The axioms of heaven and earth, rectify yin and yang.

Ruan Zhinian didn't bother to wait for him to finish reading, so he said directly: "I am your uncle."

It’s over.

Master's Grave Grass has really become fine!