Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang squats on his ass. "There is a lady present, what are you talking nonsense!"

If the pony was struck by lightning, he was petrified on the spot, and his face turned red in an instant. Just too much input, he forgot his goddess Zhuang Yu Ning is next to it!

The pony can't wait to crash into the doll.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yu-Ning was scared to death by the previous events. She didn’t have the heart to talk about the pony’s nonsense. She went to Ye Shaoyang’s side and looked down at the doll. She said, “How can a doll change? What about a ghost?"

"It is an evil spirit, not a ghost." Ye Shaoyang said.

"What do you mean?"

"One or two sentences can't be said clearly. Go back and tell you slowly." Ye Shaoyang also looked down at the baby and immediately took a nap and took a look at the pony.

"Beware of one night, all of you let a fart ruin, wait for Hu Wei to come in tomorrow, and find that his slaying spirit is dead here, surely someone has come."

The little pony scratched his head. "What about that? He doesn't know what we did."

"He definitely knows that I did it, but the point is not this. He knows that someone has come and will definitely transfer everything. It is not easy to come in later."

Ye Shaoyang sighed. "Let's just this evening. Let's take a closer look."

After that, pick up the candle from the ground, walk through several wooden shelves and a log of land, and walk toward the corner. He can feel that there is a **** smell in this direction that has not been expelled.

The pony glared at Zhuang Yu Ning and did not follow up. He whispered to Ye Shaoyang. "My **** doesn't know what happened to the evil spirit. It hurts. Can you secretly show me what happened?"

"Roll!" Ye Shaoyang screamed.

As the candlelight approached, everything in the corner gradually emerged, and there were actually a few figures, standing on the wall.

"Ah!" Zhuang Yuxiang screamed in amazement, and the heart that had just been put down again mentioned the eyes of the blind.

The pony also nervously asked: "Is it a ghost?"

Ye Shaoyang didn't make a sound, and slowly walked over. After seeing it clearly, the mood not only did not relax, but was even more shackled: those shadows were not people, nor ghosts, but a piece of human skin, which was hung. on the wall!

"Pony, take a photo!" After Ye Shaoyang finished speaking, he walked over to a human skin and looked at the candle carefully. A piece of human skin was opened and he was nailed to the wall with a spike.

Zhuang Yuli has seen such a cruel scene, scared to sit on the ground.

Ye Shaoyang turned her head and glanced at her and said, "Is it scared?"

Zhuang Yujin nodded hard.

Ye Shaoyang thought for a moment, took a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to her. "Smear a little on the temple, you can refresh the soul, and the ghosts will not invade."

Zhuang Yuli quickly followed suit, and as a result, there was a smell of wind oil.

"This is..." Zhuang Yuxiang suspected.

"Wind oil, there is a medicine added inside, is it a bit hot in the temple? That is the effect of the medicine, you are afraid to stay here, don't keep up." Ye Shaoyang said, walking to the wall, Look at the human skin.

The pony came up and wondered: "What do you add to the wind oil? You can still be a soul, but you can still do it. Why have you never used such a good thing?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned Zhuang Yu-Ling, who stayed in the previous position, and leaned in front of the pony. He said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Where is there such a good medicine in the world, that is the wind oil, nothing is added, I gave her a psychological comfort..."

The pony was shocked on the spot and whispered: "Rely, you are a big fool!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hold, take care of it." Ye Shaoyang handed the candle to him, carefully looked at the seven or eight human skins on the wall, each one cut from the chest and abdomen, flat on the wall The hands and feet were stretched out and nailed with nails. The whole person showed the shape of "fire".

"This is... human skin?" The pony also saw clues, a heart leaping and seeing the same kind of skin hanging on the wall, this visual and psychological stimulation, even more than seeing the general ghost.

Zhuang Yu Ning heard the words of the human skin and was scared to sit on the ground and completely give up the thought of the past.

There were some white powdery things on the human skin. Ye Shaoyang touched a little with his fingers and reached the pony. He said, "Try it!"

The pony stayed, "What?"

"Trying is salt."

"It’s disgusting to scrape from the human skin. I won’t kill you if you kill me. You can taste it yourself.” Pony looked firm.

Ye Shaoyang rolled his eyes and said: "When it is salt."

Xiaomadao: "Look, even you feel sick, let me taste!"

Ye Shaoyang ignored him and walked along the wall to another corner. As a result, he saw a more **** scene: three bodies, neatly lying on the ground in a row, two men and one woman, all covered, can be seen A straight wound, from the underside of the neck to the lower abdomen, turned outwards.

It seems that in the winter, the salty fish in the sun, the open abdominal cavity of the three people, was supported by a number of small wooden sticks, and the abdominal cavity was opened to the maximum, nothing was empty inside...

The pony couldn't help it anymore, and slammed on the floor and wowed.

Ye Shaoyang’s feelings are also very bad. For him, there are not many monsters and ghosts he has seen, but the horrible scenes completely aimed at human corpses still make him feel shocked and take a deep breath. Said: "Pony, take a photo, send it to Xie Yuqing!"

The pony spit out, slowed down for a while, then came over, turned on the flash of the mobile phone, took a few photos, and quickly retreated to the side, did not dare to take a look, muttered: "What's special, I really didn't expect this. Hu Wei is still a perverted killer!"

"Not necessarily he killed, maybe the stolen body." Ye Shaoyang turned to see some clothes on the ground nearby, and walked over, grabbed a hand, looked at it, nodded and said:

"I didn't make a mistake. These are shrouds. They should be on these bodies. If they kill, of course, there is no need to change them into shrouds, indicating that they are buried normally. They have been stolen here."

Sighing, Ye Shaoyang got up and returned to the side of the pony. The little horse was facing the direction behind him. Suddenly his face changed greatly. He repeatedly retreated and shouted: "Little leaves!"

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly turned back and immediately saw a scene of horror: the three bodies that had been opened up were crawling up from the ground, their heads squatting aside, and staggering like a scarecrow.

"Rely on..." This scene, even Ye Shaoyang was deeply stimulated. I didn't want to have any contact with them. I took out the ink fountain and went on the face.