Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eleventh bowl of soup (four)

Old man Lang seems to be quite unremarkable, and he often does things like stealing children's snacks, stealing food, etc., but he is really more expert than an expert in catching ghosts, at least Qing Huan couldn't compare to him. Seeing the old man take a deep breath, put one hand on his hip, and point the other in any direction with the other, open his mouth, and curse: "...&%￥#￥%&**%#...**!!!!!! "

Qing Huan and Second Senior Brother: "..."

What a great skill, such a great prestige... Qing Huan's knee almost broke, she was ready for the incongruous master to draw a talisman to exorcise the evil! What the **** is this... In the modern world, Qing Huan likes to read strange books, but she is not afraid of watching horror movies, no matter how many ghosts there are in the movie, how many more in Wangchuan River? She doesn't care about Wang Chuanhe so many ghosts, and horror movies are not as good as cartoons in her opinion.

...the author has gone too far. Having said that, she knew that there was a saying among the people that when she encountered a ghost hitting the wall, she would scold it hard, or let the man urinate, which would break the ghost hitting the wall. Originally, Qing Huan thought this method was very good. The former was suitable for women and the latter for men. I didn't expect that in Old Man Lang, both were applicable.

She was convinced, too. Master scolded people all the time, saying that people were afraid of ghosts. In fact, ghosts are more afraid of people, especially evil people. When a person is flustered and scared, he yells for a few minutes, and his courage is strong. As soon as this courage is strong, the three-flavored yang fire on the body can be burned, and when the yang qi is full, the ghosts naturally dare not approach. To put it bluntly, it is to be bold. The old man Lang also said that the cowardly person cannot do the line of subduing demons and subduing demons.

No wonder, Qing Huan also went down the mountain before, passing by the bun shop aunt where old man Lang often squatted, and said that old man Lang would never dare to scold him no matter how messed up he was. The master is not in the mood. Although the Taoist incense is not strong, his reputation as an old man for catching ghosts is still there, but now it seems that the mouth that can look down on the shrew in the world has taken advantage of it.

When the old man was mad, the second senior brother walked over silently, covered Qing Huan's ears with both hands, and lamented: "Sister Huan, don't listen, don't let the dead old man ruin you." The entire division, except for The senior brother is the most elegant of the younger junior sister. The younger junior sister Wen Ya should thank the senior brother. Since childhood, she has been teaching reading and writing to be a human being. It would be miserable if she became a shrew like old man Lang. But the second senior brother is strange. With the virtue of old man Lang, how did he teach such a fairy-like character as the senior senior brother?

The master and the apprentice stood together and said something unpleasant, like Erlang Shen and his apprentice. One is tall and handsome, the other is short and poor. Although old man Lang often boasted that he was handsome and suave when he was young, the second senior brother felt that old man Lang was bragging.

Anyway, old man Lang is bragging every day, and he is so stupid that he doesn't have a word of truth in his mouth.

But such a stinky old man is their most respected master.

After a while, old man Lang finally finished his scolding, and the surrounding scene became clear in an instant. Together, the three of them had already reached the entrance of the main hall, so they spun around and didn't go in.

"Huanmei, how are you, isn't the master amazing?" The old man Lang ran to offer the treasure.

Qing Huan couldn't bear to hurt the cute little old man, nodded, and said with conscience: "It's amazing, it's really worthy of being a master."

Ha! what! The old man Lang suddenly became complacent, if he had a tail, it would be in the sky by now. He was overjoyed when he received the praise of the little disciple, and hummed a ditty with his hands behind his back and kicked the door of the main hall with one foot, as if he had entered a land of no one.

...it seems to be a no-man's land.

Qing Huan exchanged a helpless look with the second senior brother, and walked in behind the old man Lang.

As soon as I entered Qinghuan, I felt something was wrong. This kind of wrong has nothing to do with danger, but a complete silence. Strange, really strange, it stands to reason that after a person dies, the soul is immortal. This is what the folks call the first seven and three seven. Ghosts generally stay in the world for a hundred days, and only ghosts come to entice them. During this time They all showed a state of ignorance, and most of them would not leave their corpses. But now, there is not a trace of soul smell on all the corpses.

Qing Huan is the master of Naihe Bridge. Her sensitivity to the soul is unparalleled. She clearly knows that the ghosts of this world have not come to seduce the souls, and the souls of these people are indeed gone. But it would not be right to say that it was completely destroyed, because there are still stars and blue fires on their spiritual platform. That blue fire is a symbol of unenchanted souls.

This village is full of weirdness.

If Mo Ze was there, or if Qing Huan was willing to figure it out, she would know the reason immediately, but she didn't. She thought that in this world, she would only be the disciple of old man Lang seriously and use the skills he taught.

The three men and the apprentice were divided into two groups to examine the bodies one by one. Old Man Lang was afraid that Qing Huan would be afraid, so he asked her to follow him. This was never the case when he accepted the other four disciples. Xiao Xue'er was trapped in love and died tragically, but before she died, he was only a little looser, and his teaching was still strict, so when Qing Huan Bai joined the teacher's door, old man Lang really didn't want her Too hard. Unexpectedly, this youngest apprentice is the one with the most talent. He used to be too harsh on Xiao Xue'er, but now he is very doting on Qing Huan. If it were before, he would have pushed the apprentice out and let them go on their own.

Can't they finish this little thing? It's just that the old man Lang thought that Qing Huan would have to face these things in the future, so he wanted to take her out of the apprenticeship. The only one in the world who was out of the master was standing in front of him, and it was estimated that Qing Huan was the only one.

He treats Qing Huan well, can Qing Huan not feel it? She was grateful and cherished, and at the same time thought of old man Lang wholeheartedly.

Some of the corpses in Yizhuang have begun to rot, but there are also several new corpses, and their focus is on the new corpses. The strange thing is that these new corpses are obviously half-sized men, but the whole body has shrunk greatly, and the skin is wrinkled and dry, and it is empty.

"Master, are they...they've been sucked out of their essence?" Qing Huan stretched out his hand and gently pressed the forehead of the next corpse, without the slightest fear.

Old man Lang was afraid that she would be frightened, so he kept paying attention to her expression. Now he was sure that she was really not afraid, and even enjoyed it. He was relieved, and felt that he was useless as a master. Anyway, let him show his prestige, stinky bastard, bad girl, ignorant...

At this moment, Qing Huan felt that something was wrong in the dark, and quickly pushed the old man away, while shouting: "Master, be careful!"

A huge body rushed over. Qing Huan only had a lantern in her hand, but she was slender and extremely agile. Although her figure was large, she was very cumbersome, and her movements were mechanically rigid. At first glance, she looked like a walking corpse. Qing Huan slid across his legs with ease, propped up with one hand, and stood beside Old Man Lang.

Old man Lang and the second senior brother were so frightened that they almost lost their souls. If there is anything wrong with Qing Huan, they will definitely apologize with death!

"Master, it's a walking corpse." Qing Huan said calmly, "Copy the guy."

They were fully prepared. Qinghuan's weapon was a water and fire umbrella, which was made for her by the second senior brother. In addition to being good at kung fu, the second senior brother is especially good at making some delicate things. Not afraid of fire and water, steel skeleton and iron leaves, invulnerable to swords and guns, it can be said to be an excellent self-defense tool. The second senior brother took a different approach. There are many steel needles on the water and fire umbrella. He knew that his daughter's family loves beauty, and the water and fire umbrellas were originally a single color, but he stunned Qing Huan and made a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River on the umbrella surface. These needles are used, and they can be used as weapons whether they are opened or closed, but they are very elegant. The umbrella handle is also carefully designed to match Qinghuan's hand, body shape and height. In other words, if this umbrella is placed in someone else's hand, it is an ordinary self-defense umbrella, but when it is in Qinghuan's hand, it will not only Self-defense, and can be used as a weapon.

When Qing Huan received this gift, her tears were about to fall. The idea was given by the senior brother, and the materials were found by the master and the third senior brother, and then the second senior brother made the water and fire umbrella. She couldn't describe the emotion in her heart.

The water and fire umbrella also has a mezzanine, inside which is the yellow talisman prepared by Qing Huan.

"Huanmei, there's more than one, be careful." Old Man Lang's expression suddenly became serious.

Qing Huan also heard the change. These walking corpses didn't breathe or heartbeat, and they surrounded them in all directions, under the moonlight, Qing Huan counted them, there must be seven or eight. They all looked dull and indifferent, but they shot viciously and wanted to bite them, especially her and the master, but they didn't say much to the second senior brother.

Second Senior Brother also noticed this. The three master and apprentice exchanged glances. Second Senior Brother pretended to be knocked unconscious. A walking corpse carried him to his shoulder and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Next, Qing Huan and Lang The old man quickly smothered the remaining few.

These things are extremely terrifying to ordinary people, but to Old Man Lang and Qing Huan, they are not as terrifying as a wasp.

Because Huang Fu can't keep the wasp down.

It is strange to say that the walking corpse that was restrained by the yellow talisman soon began to shrink, and finally became the size of the other dead bodies on the bed. Qing Huan tried to lift a yellow talisman - they didn't move anymore.

"People are already dead." Old Man Lang frowned. "I don't know what it is, I controlled them, and now the talisman holds them down, and it becomes their real appearance."

"Master..." Qing Huan shouted. "These people have no hair, are they wearing cassocks?"

The moon was too pale, and the lantern went out during the fight. Old Man Lang twisted the arsonist and burned it. It was true. His old face twisted: "This is the group of bald donkeys in the temple!"

"Why are they all dead?" Qing Huan wondered. "They came to Yizhuang to catch ghosts together. There are so many monks, even if they just recite sutras, the ghosts can't stand it. Why are they all dead?"

Old man Lang stretched out his hand and sneered: "What kind of **** monks are these monks, the **** precepts are broken, it's useless to chant scriptures until death!"

He usually doesn't get used to the group of bald donkeys in the temple being kidnapped and kidnapped. They still came during the day, thinking that they wanted to pretend to deceive some money, because the Yizhuang in the daytime is normal, but who knows when they come in , and also began to die during the day.

Qing Huan glanced at Master and tried it with one hand on their spiritual platform. Sure enough, she couldn't feel any soul fluctuations. "Even if they are liars, Master will save them."

Old man Lang choked and snorted. Whispering: "Who called me a Taoist..."

Qing laughed. "Let's go, Master, let's go after the second senior brother, I just cast a spell on him, we can keep up now."