Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Those people tried their best to hide their breath, but they didn't know that their whereabouts had already been underestimated by Song Qing.

　　 She deliberately led a few people to a remote place, and gradually stopped behind a martial arts gym.

　　 At this time, the sky was getting dark, one side of the trail here was blocked by the Budokan, and the other directions were blocked by rows of dense woods, making it difficult for outsiders to see.

　　 Even if people pass by outside, because of the existence of the Budokan, it is absolutely impossible to hear outside even when a fight occurs.

Those who followed her may also think this is a wonderful place for hands-on. So soon after she stopped, she was no longer hiding, and one after another got out of the woods, blocking Song Qingxiao in the form of encirclement. Up here.

　　 A total of four people were following her, and they slowly approached Song Qingxiao with unkind expressions.

　　 Liu Xiao performed well in the competition and was spotted by these people, but Liu Xiao and several teammates entered and exited together, and his own strength was outstanding, so several people did not dare to start rashly.

　　 Therefore, it is clear that Song Qingxiao and Liu Xiao are teammates, but they are not on the list of this exam. It should be the captain of the reserve team who sent her to accompany them to gain insight.

　　 At that time, he made up his mind to capture Song Qingxiao first, and then used her as a bait to draw Liu Xiao out alone and then use his fighting power to eliminate a strong enemy in the exam tomorrow.

　　 But what made these people feel that something was not quite right was that after they drew in, the girl surrounded by them seemed unusually calm.

　　 In the past two days, there have been frequent beatings in private guard camps. As a person in the reserve team, even if he is not a participant in this exam, it is impossible for him to be so vigilant.

　　 Several people looked at each other, and stopped involuntarily. A man tentatively asked:

　　 "Do you know Liu Xiao from the 11th county of Kyoto?"

　　 Song Qingxiao heard this and couldn't help laughing:

　　 "You have followed me all the way, haven't you inquired clearly yet?"

　　 When several people heard her words, they were all startled with fear.

　　 At this time, Song Qingxiao's words made it clear that she had already noticed a few people's stalking. She walked here, perhaps deliberately, and led a few people into the trap.

　　 "It's awful!" This thought flashed through several people's hearts at the same time, and the bad premonition that had previously become a reality.

　　 The talking man realized that something was wrong. He might have fallen on the iron plate, but he was also clever. He turned around and wanted to run into the woods.

"Can you run?" Song Qing gave a small smile and took her feet. It was obvious that she was not moving fast, but she appeared behind the man in the blink of an eye. He stretched out his hand and pulled him by the collar. The big man dragged back like a chicken.

　　 The man uttered an exclamation, and when the others saw that the situation was not good, they all fell apart.

　　 But although these people move fast, they are not as fast as Song Qingxiao.

　　 I saw her figure in a few flashes, and grabbed the three people who had jumped out one after another. The few people did not even hear her footsteps, and they were caught by her.

　　 "Ah, forgive us once!" These few people had previously wanted to capture Song Qingxiao's. At this time, after being captured, they began to beg for mercy without spine.

　　 Song Qingxiao naturally wouldn't let people go easily. These people had no crooks, so naturally they wanted to teach a lesson.

　　 Amidst the man's screaming and begging for mercy, Song Qingxiao grabbed one of his wrists. Before he did it, he moved slightly in the sea of ​​knowledge, and the familiar aura from when he was spied on in the afternoon appeared again.

　　 She moved for a while, and immediately turned her head, and at a glance, she saw a yellow shadow flashing across the grass about seven or eight meters away.

　　 At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the line of sight among the grass and trees became darker. The yellow shadow was caught in the withered grass, and it was not easy to be spotted if you didn't look carefully.

　　 It was a small paper figure cut to the size of a child's slap. The snooping person didn't know what secret method was used to cover the divine consciousness and use it to peep at himself.

　　 She thought of the various methods used by Fan Jiangqu at the time when she died of Qin Fei Chu, and she suddenly became more determined.

　　 It seemed that she was not lucky, and she was really reminded of herself by Fan Jiangqu.

　　 At this time, he spied with a paper man, showing that there is no mind that does not interfere with each other in reality.

　　 Song Qingxiao's eyes were cold, and she was deliberately vigilant. She showed that she had found something wrong, but she hadn't noticed the paper man. There was an anxious color on her face, and her eyes swept around.

　　 As expected, after the paper man noticed her movement, Huang Ying shrank into the grass again, trying to hide herself completely.

　　 She broke the wrists of several people, gave a few casual warnings, and left in a hurry.

Amidst the wailing and angry curses of several people behind him, Song Qingxiao walked not far away and stood still, feeling that as she left, the weird paper man quickly disappeared, as if she had already evacuated after hearing her falsehood, she looked deeply He glanced at the direction the paper man was in before, and then turned around.

　　 At the same time, in a secret room of Shi's house, Fan Jiangqu, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

　　 A middle-aged man sat cross-legged in the same direction not far away, with his eyes closed as if he had settled into concentration.

　　 A huge iron coffin was placed upright beside him, and several black mists emerged from the iron coffin, which made the whole room gloomy, giving a chilling feeling.

　　 At the closed window, a yellow paper figure squeezed in from the crack of the window, and the slight noise between the friction seemed to awaken the quiet room.

　　 Inside the huge quiet iron coffin, there was a sudden ‘bang bang’ impact, as if there were ‘people’ inside and knocking on the door.

　　 Every time the iron coffin is struck, a large amount of black mist escapes. Not long after, the whole room is surrounded by mist, and the ghost is full of spirits.

"Second Uncle..." Fan Jiangqu was trembling when he saw it. The percussion in the coffin became louder and louder. Every time the coffin was struck, it began to vibrate, as if the'people' in the coffin wanted to be in the next moment. Out of the coffin, Fan Jiangqu did not dare to gasp.

　　 "What is it?" The middle-aged man closed his eyes and replied blankly.

　　 As he opened his mouth, the "people" in the coffin were quiet at first, and then they seemed to be more excited, hitting the coffin harder, making a bang!

　　 The loud noise made Fan Jiangqu startled, and immediately bounced up. The iron coffin seemed to be knocked open in the next moment, but a huge shadow of amulet suddenly appeared on the iron coffin.

As soon as that talisman appeared, there was an extremely crippling sound in the coffin, like the "person" in the coffin was sedated by the talisman. After a moment of silence, a fierce aura came from within and slammed into it. That flashing rune shadow!

　　 The sound of ‘boom’ in the coffin was endless, and the iron coffin kept ‘buzzing’. Under the impact of the evil spirit, the heavy iron coffin flew out of thin air.

　　 "Huh!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and immediately squeezed his hands into seals, muttered words in his mouth, and hit several magic tricks into the coffin one after another.

But the things in the coffin were particularly ferocious tonight, as if they had been stimulated. The past few tricks were enough to squeeze them, but tonight the few tricks hit the coffin, not only didn’t make the coffin fall safely, but on the contrary. More black energy gushed out of the coffin, and the room was suddenly ghostly, the coffin flew in the air, and the'yo' squirmed continuously.

　　 The middle-aged man frowned, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately looked in the direction of Fan Jiangqu.

　　 His eyes made Fan Jiangqu's back numb, and his face changed drastically. The whole body was tense, and he trembled and called out: "Second Uncle, I have found out her details!"

　　 As soon as Fan Jiangqu said this, the middle-aged man hesitated, pursed his mouth, snorted coldly, and immediately drew a small knife from his side, showing a bit of pain on his face, and then cut his palm with the knife.

　　 As soon as the blood poured out, the fierce thing in the coffin smelled of fishy qi, and the hostility became more vigorous.

　　 The middle-aged man released some blood, gathered it with spiritual power, and made it melt into a large ball of blood and flashed quickly in the direction of the coffin.

　　 As soon as the giant blood bead touched the coffin, it squeezed into it, and the contents of it calmed a little as soon as the blood entered the coffin.

Taking advantage of this time, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and played several magic tricks again. The contents of the coffin were soothed by his blood, and he quickly obeyed. The iron coffin that flew in midair fell to the ground with a bang, and the bricks on the ground. There was a cracking sound of'Kaka'.

　　 A large amount of black fog was taken back into the iron coffin, and the talisman on it was dimmed again, the yin in the room was mostly reduced, and the lights appeared to be much brighter.

　　 The yellow talisman paper that had been squeezed in from the crack of the window was corroded by the yin at this time, turning into a black and gray color, and the aura was lost.

　　 "It has been out for many days, without suitable blood, ordinary people can't feed it." The middle-aged man glanced at the coffin and frowned.

　　 At the moment when the coffin returned to calm, Fan Jiangqu's high-hanging heart gradually fell back to the original place.

"Second uncle rest assured, there will be a suitable person to feed you this corpse soon." He resisted the panic, and tremblingly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The moment the corpse was out of control, he was middle-aged. The look in the man's eyes made him feel lingering at this time, and he felt a sense of escaping from the dead.

　　 "That woman is not high in strength. When I met her, she hadn't reached the level of enlightenment."

Song Qingxiao was weak at the time. Although he showed some cleverness in the trial of the dead Qin Feichu, he did not attract the attention of No. 2~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After completing the mission, he returned to reality. During the meeting, No. 2 didn't even think of this person for a while.

　　 But Fan Jiangqu is not the same as ordinary people after all, so he can feel familiar with it, naturally it is impossible not to take it to his heart.

　　 He quickly remembered the trial of Qin Feichu's death, and at the same time recalled Song Qingxiao's identity.

Fan is famous for the inheritance of Taoist secrets. Most of his children practice Taoist secrets and deal with ghosts and evils all the year round. Naturally, they are also proficient in raising ghosts and corpses. This middle-aged man is mainly engaged in raising corpses. Monk.

This middle-aged man seems to be younger than Fan Jiangqu, but in fact he is nearly a hundred years old. This time the two nephews and uncles went to Shi’s house, because they had to do other things halfway through, which delayed some time and had insufficient blood prepared in advance. The corpse gradually lost control.

"I peeped at her twice with a paper soldier. She should feel something is wrong, but she didn't find the position of the paper soldier." Fan Jiangqu respectfully said, "In other words, since the last time I met her, she has a certain strength. If I grow up, I can discover the existence of my spiritual consciousness, and I may have stepped into the realm of enlightenment."