Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The pony shakes the bell and walks on the mountain road without hesitation. Suddenly, there is a shadow of a humpback old man on the opposite side. The old man’s face is white like paper, his expression is stiff, he has a zombie face, and he has been drifting to the pony. Opposite, follow him and ask: "Do you want to take me away?"

"Go, uncle, send you to reincarnation." Xiaoma knows that he is a ghost, but he is reading a lot of ghosts. He is still a little immune to this ordinary ghost. He thumbs up and points to his back. Behind me, keep up, don't fall behind!"

The old ghost screamed and said: "But I don't want to go..."

"I don't want to go and have to go!" The pony slammed his hand a few times, and the old man sighed, followed him, and took a bite of cold ghosts and blew it on his back neck. But I can't look back. The pony immediately warned loudly: "Uncle, I can tell you, stay away from me, don't blow at me!"

"Oh……"

The feeling of blowing is gone, the pony feels a little under the heart, thinking that this old ghost is quite honest and fit. If every ghost is like him after that, then things will be easier.

When I went down to the foot of the mountain, I came again with a female ghost, dressed in a village, tied with a twist, and walked in front. The pony thought of the female ghost with the twists and turns before and after. Air conditioning.

The female ghost turned back and was a handsome face. The pony grew a sigh of relief, remembering that Ye Shaoyang had said that all the ghosts couldn't hurt himself. He couldn't help but dare to scream: "The big sister, stand behind me. Brother takes you to fly with you."

The village girl smiled and floated in front of him, but turned her head to ninety degrees and stared at him with a smile. This position was quite strange, and the pony was cold.

The top of the village girl slipped directly, revealing a large piece of white skin, and said: "Little brother, let me go, my sister will accompany you."

"Oh..." The pony gaze involuntarily, staring at her slender little waist, and the two full groups below, looked at it for a few minutes, then the village girl finally couldn’t help it, said: "Little brother, look Are you here, want to go with me?"

The pony simply did not answer, while walking and admiring the village's almost perfect back, many ghosts appeared, scared him on the side, he completely did not see. Finally, the female ghost was worried: "Do you want to see the old lady, don't want to go with me!"

The little pony smiled. "You didn't say that you are going to go with you. White, show me, what do I not do?"

"You..." Where did the female ghost think that she had a super big rogue, and now the eyes turned up, leaving only two white eyes, slowly opened in the mouth, revealing two rows of fangs, among the seven, blood flow more than.

This way, it really shocked the pony, but quickly moved his eyes and continued to stare at her body.

"Beauty, the look behind is almost, can you give a look at the front?"

"Okay!" The village screamed and turned, but it was a perfect figure.

Lying in the trough... The pony stared at the two red cherries and swallowed the saliva. Without looking at it carefully, the female ghost suddenly raised her right hand and inserted it from the clavicle. The mouth said indignantly: "Look, let me see you." enough!"

The right hand clasped the flesh of the chest, "tear", tearing off a large piece of skin, a cavity of blood, sprayed on the pony face, the pony felt the temperature, stretched out a hand, nothing, illusion.

The female ghost raised two hands, starting from the neck, tearing the flesh down with a strip, and then the two peaks were also pulled down and thrown on the pony.

Although all this is an illusion, the pony still feels extremely sick and vomiting. Especially the village aunt suddenly bent down, put his face to the opposite side, slowly put both hands into his eyes, "噗嗤", the eyeball burst, a yellow green red liquid sprayed out.

"Look, the human eye is like this." The village aunt laughed, stuffing two eyeballs into his mouth, chewing, squeaking, and squirting green mucus, flowing down her chin.

The pony feels that his legs are weak and he is almost unable to open. Depressed in the heart, Ye Shaoyang smashed a meal: This guy only said that ghosts would use scary scenes to scare themselves. Is this Nima a horror? Is this simply disgusting to the extreme?

The pony quickly moved his eyes to the side and stopped looking at the female ghost. As a result, a tall and tall male ghost immediately floated over, opened his clothes, didn't know where to change a knife, cut a hole under the ribs, began to scrape his bones, and squeaked...

Rub, one is more disgusting than one.

The pony had to look away again and landed on a child's ghost. He was stretching his hand into his throat and found a meat chop and handed it to the pony: "Do you eat?"

"I eat your mother!" The pony burst into tears. "You can't do horror, you can't do it scary, just don't want to taste so good, okay?"

The pony closed his eyes, but these scenes still appeared in front of his eyes, and because the background became a black, it was more conspicuous.

At this time, a pregnant woman with a big belly floated over, blocked the last empty space, smiled at the pony, opened the clothes, put her hands in the belly, and the blood immediately flowed out!

The pony knows what she is going to do next, and her stomach is awkward. She suddenly thinks that there is a lot of mantra in the book "Maoshan Charms" that Lao Guo sold to himself. Is there any spell that can restrain this illusion?

Ice Mantra, yes, Ice Mantra!

The pony thought for a while, finally remembered the content of the spell, closed his eyes and meditated: if the heart is clear, the sky is not shocked; the change is still calm, the air is quiet; the dust is not contaminated...

Slowly, the horror of horror and nausea in front of the eyes began to subside. Not only that, but they clearly did not blink, but they saw the road ahead in the dark.

As he walked, he rattled, and he kept reading "Bing Mantra" in his mind. Every time he read it, his heart was calm and free, and his feelings of nothing outside him were more than one point. The few ghosts in front of him, ugly, sighed. With a cry, silently stood behind the pony and followed him.

The pony walked through the road in the middle of the village while listening to the ice curse and shaking the soul bell. More and more ghosts have been recruited, and with the lessons of the past, these ghosts are no longer difficult for him, and he is behind the team.

Half an hour later, the pony returned to the origin, and Ye Shaoyang followed the sound of the soul-stricken bell. He looked over and saw the ghost behind him line up. At least fifty or sixty, nodded with satisfaction, looked at him. Bring those ghosts into the soul-collecting path and take a look at his shoulders. "Good job, well, you can go back."