Jing Huan politely approached the person who opened the door, and then stopped at a certain distance, taking care of the residents' emotions very considerately.

Inside the door, an old woman and a little girl stuck their heads out in fear. They looked at Jing Huan and Song Tong's strange outfits and didn't dare to come out again.

Jing Huan said in a clear voice, "You two, we came here from afar, and we have no malicious intentions. We just want to beg for saliva." The

old woman looked at him and saw that the stranger in front of her was beautiful. , The eyebrows and eyes were comfortable, but he nodded, and went back to the room to bring a bowl of water.

Jing Huan and Song Tong were indeed tired for a long time, and they didn't drink water for several hours. After Jing Huan took the water, he smelled it, and after making sure there was no problem, he took a few sips.

Song Tong also impatiently poured a bowl.

After drinking the water, Jing Huan politely handed back the bowl and asked, "Mother-in-law, may I ask what's going on here?"

The mother-in-law immediately whispered, "Oops, Oops", standing at the door, hesitating. Still scared.

Jing Huan continued: "If there is anyone we can help my mother-in-law, feel free to tell me. If it's inconvenient, we'll leave." The

old woman stopped him immediately: "Hey, wait."

She said anxiously: "I Seeing that you are a good person, I advise you to leave here quickly, there are ghosts at work here. The village next door has been killed by the ghosts, so hurry up and run before it gets dark."

Ghosts? Already killed a village?

Jing Huan pondered for two seconds, then continued to ask: "Such a terrible ghost? But why don't you go away, mother-in-law?" The

old woman said, "There are only old people and children left in this village, and there is no way to run..."

Jing Huan replied: "Then we shouldn't leave either. The grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring. Let's stay and see what that Specter is."

The old woman said anxiously, "You guys, you guys, let's go!"

Jing Huan pointed to Song Tong next to him and said, "My companion is injured and can't hurry. Besides, we know how to deal with Specter."

Song Tong was stunned by the aftermath of the explosion. Although he was not seriously injured, he looked very miserable. Seeing this, the old woman could only sigh and welcome the two of them into the house.

As soon as Song Tong sat down, he immediately asked curiously: "Boss, how can you speak here? Where is this dialect?"

Jing Huan replied: "Almost, I happen to know."

"Then you two just now . What did you say?"

"This is probably an ancient village, there are ghosts killing people nearby, and a village has already been slaughtered."

Song Tong has now developed some resistance to evil ghosts and the like, and he heard the words very calmly. Ask: "Is there any clue about this Specter? We have to find a way to deal with it."

Jing Huan replied, "I'm going to ask." The

old woman went to prepare food, and the two sat in the room. Looked around, but found nothing. This is an ordinary small thatched hut. The things in the house are simple and shabby, and there are no extra items except for some necessities of life.

Song Tong looked at Jing Huan, who was sitting quietly in a chair and pondered, looking up and down.

Jing Huan couldn't help giving him a look at the knife: "What are you looking at? Don't have your eyes anymore?"

Song Tong smiled and said, "Oh, I saw how polite and polite you were before, I almost thought you were possessed by something."

Jing Huan Wu He said yes: "What do you think I look like?"

Song Tong hehe scratched his head: "Good-looking but a bit fierce, but also very reliable boss. Hey boss, what do you think about this dungeon? Say yes. What about his memory? Is there still someone in the copy? And this is his memory? But is there really such a place in our modern age? And what kind of memory would there really be ghosts in it."

Jing Huan said: "Here, it should be a person's memory."

"Who?"

"Let's see first."

"Hey..." Song Tong was a little puzzled, but Jing Huan didn't say that he couldn't continue to ask.

The old woman came back soon, and brought her timid granddaughter with a clay fruit bowl containing only a few shriveled peanuts.

Jing Huan politely said: "Don't bother, we are really not hungry. It's just about Li Gui, I want to ask you specifically, can you tell me?" The

old woman sat down and said, "I will also be specific. I'm not sure. Anyway, I heard that the Specter was a child. I don't know how he died. After he died, he turned into a ghost and killed everyone in their village. There were celestial masters and monks who came to treat them, but they all died. It is said that in addition to killing people, that little ghost eats other ghosts, and is a very ferocious ghost that is rare in a century. Now, everyone in this area of ​​more than 100 miles can escape, and only some old, weak and sick people are left. No one has a solution for this specter."

Jing Huan nodded: "Thank you for telling me, my partner and I will think of a way." The

old woman didn't believe it, she took her granddaughter's hand and walked away slowly.

Song Tong asked: "Boss, what did you say?"

Jing Huan told him one by one, Song Tong's face became more and more serious, and he finally frowned and panicked.

"This Specter is so powerful, what should I do? Is there any way to deal with him? A talisman? Peach wood sword? Cinnabar? Tong... boy pee!? ?"

Jing Huan was speechless: "Children under the age of ten pee are called boy pee."

"What should I do then?"

"Prepare some weapons, hide them, and wait for the night."

Night came quickly, and there was no such thing as electricity in this village, and at night there was not even a single house with lights on. Everything was pitch black around, and the moon was obscured by thick clouds. No matter how dark it is, the sound of howling wild beasts can be heard from time to time, which is very scary.

Song Tong hid in the crack of the window and looked out nervously. Jing Huan was sitting next to him. The old and young people in the room had already hid in the cellar in the evening.

"Big brother, I didn't see anything at all? Will he really come? I can't see anything."

Jing Huan didn't speak, and he carefully paid attention to the movements around him. Suddenly, the surrounding voices changed. The sound of beasts and even the chirping of insects disappeared, and the silence was terrifying.

"Come on." He said softly.

Song Tong shuddered, feeling that the surrounding air suddenly became icy cold. He tried to look outside, but couldn't see anything. However, a voice came from the door next to him.

It's like the sound of cloth shoes stepping on the ground, light and soft, but... how could someone come here at such a time!

Song Tong held his breath and stared at the door. A small dark shadow was standing at the door. Before he could see it clearly, his shoulders were grabbed and pulled back.

At the same time, the door was broken open, and a gust of cold wind rushed towards his forehead.

Jing Huan quickly pulled him up, and the two turned around and fled.

But the little Specter was also very fast, catching up quickly, and all kinds of items shattered everywhere it went.

"Damn! He's chasing so fast!" Song Tong strode his two little fat legs very fast, but he still felt that the thing behind him was getting closer and closer to him.

Jing Huan stopped with one foot, rushed forward with the hatchet he had already held in his hand, and pushed Song Tong aside.

"You run first! Don't talk nonsense, just run!"

Song Tong gritted his teeth, got up and rushed out of the house to escape.

Jing Huan used a machete to hold back the little Li Gui's claws, and was beaten back a few steps. But he also saw Xiao Li Gui's face clearly. Although it was a little white, a little miserable, and a little dirty, wasn't this a win over Mutian, it was just a lot smaller.

And the trumpet Ying Mutian obviously didn't know him at this time, his eyes had no whites at all, his mouth was wide open showing sharp fangs, and his face was full of ferocity.

His claws were blocked by the hatchet, and he couldn't get an inch in. Seeing this, he opened his mouth to bite Jing Huan.

Jing Huan quickly let go and stepped back: "Hey, why are you still biting? You really are, you have been like this since you were a child."

Xiaoying Mutian roared angrily and rushed up again. Jing Huan could only fight and retreat with a hatchet, barely not getting hurt.

Fortunately, the power of a ghost like Xiao Ligui is not in how strong it is, but in the invisible yin qi that kills people. If it were an ordinary person who had suffered such a few blows, he would definitely have been killed by the yin qi entering his body, but Jing Huan could still endure it.

But it was still a bit difficult to fight against Ying Mutian, who already had the attitude of a ghost king.

Jing Huan blocked the next blow again, and couldn't help saying: "Ying Mutian, you are sober!"

Xiaoying Mutian didn't listen at all, and grabbed his hand hard.

"My good fellow, when you come back, you will probably regret it so much that you kneel on the washboard and apologize to me."

"You still fight?!"

"From the beginning, what are you mortals talking about since the beginning!? Courting death!"

Jing Huan For a moment, this is a gloomy but still milky voice, isn't it the trumpet in front of her who wins Mutian? If you can talk, you can communicate.

He had an idea and said, "You little brat, didn't you realize that I'm not human?" As

he spoke, he mobilized the yin qi in his abdomen, and his whole body suddenly filled with ghost qi.

Xiaoying Mutian was stunned for a moment, but then he resumed his sternness: "Hehe, whether you are a human or a ghost, I will kill you! Humans and ghosts are not good things!"

"Sigh, this resentment is really serious. But, I'm not the same as ordinary ghosts. If you don't believe me, try to perceive it."

Xiaoying Mutian looked at him suspiciously, but when he stretched out his hand and felt it carefully, he was shocked: " How can the aura on your body be so similar to mine!?"

Jing Huan replied, "Of course, because you and I both died in the same place and were harmed by the same thing, that's why the aura is similar.

" So that's it? No, I still don't believe it, unless you tell me how you died."

Jing Huan searched his memory and replied, "It's not all because of prostitution | evil sacrifices, I was killed by those villagers.

Xiao Ying Mutian immediately believed: "You were also killed by them? Those human beings, as expected!" Jing

Huan looked at Ying Mutian's coquettish little face, and only thought it was cute. The current Ying Mutian is really just the thinking of a child of a few years old, and he believes it after saying a few words.

It was something he had never seen before.

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