The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

Several people together were unable to defeat the little monk alone, so the group attacked him again that night.

But this time there were a lot fewer people.

Considering that Ke Min was pregnant and Mu Fei was still young, in the end only the young monk Ling Xiao, Lin Dong, and Fan Tianzhi went there.

This time, the group was familiar with the route, and when they arrived, Ling Xiao grabbed the little monk's arm and said, "Little monk, I'll go in with you to see it. To be honest, they are all pitiful people, so if you can help them to be liberated, then do it!"

"Amitabha, sister, if you are not afraid, just go in with the little monk!"

Ling Xiao, a woman, is going in, so how can Lin Dong, a grown man, hide outside?

"I'll go in with you!"

Fan Tianzhi hurriedly pulled him aside: "Lin Laodong, as a buddy, I remind you as a friendly reminder that it is best not to go in!"

Otherwise it would be even more embarrassing if you were scared to pee!

"Why? The women and children have all gone in. Are we two grown men just sitting there like turtles hiding behind?"

He had never done anything so shameful in his life.

"Do you think you won't be a coward if you go in?"

Of course she is not afraid of the evil spirit that Ling Xiao is afraid of, but how many people in this world can compare with her in courage?

"Dazhi, if you are afraid, just stay outside. Xiaoxiao, little monk, I will go in with you."

It was already embarrassing that he lost the fight to the little monk, and he had to get back his lost face.

Ling Xiao didn't care, "Dazhi, you stay outside, just in case!"

"Don't worry, if Lin Laodong faints from fright, I'll drag him back!"

As he spoke, Fan Tianzhi stood guard at the periphery and watched the three people go in.

As soon as we entered the center of the black fog, the originally silent place was suddenly filled with countless shrill cries. The sound was heartbreaking, as if we were really suffering the most severe torture in the world.

Lin Dong was so frightened that his legs went limp. If the little monk and Ling Xiao hadn't looked fine, he would have turned around and gone back immediately.

Swallowing hard, Lin Dong asked in a trembling voice.

"Xiaoxiao, little monk, did you hear anything?"

Ling Xiao wanted to tease Lin Dong, but seeing that he was so scared that his face turned pale, he couldn't bear to tease him anymore.

"Brother Dong, don't be afraid. It's just an auditory hallucination. It's not real. The so-called haunting is nothing more than a trick to confuse your hearing and vision and to break you down psychologically. If you're not afraid of scaring off those so-called ghosts, they can't do anything to you!"

"Is it all fake? Like in the movies?"

"Yes, yes, just think of it as watching a 5D movie."

As soon as Ling Xiao finished speaking, the thick black fog in front of him suddenly dissipated quickly, but as the black fog dissipated, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

Waves of cold air rushed up from the soles of my feet.

Lin Dong stomped his feet subconsciously, and suddenly he found that the ground under his feet was cracking.

Just like seeds sprouting, countless withered hands grew out from the ground.

These hands were big and small, some were as skinny as tree bark, some were as white as paper, and some had cuts of varying sizes on them, with blood constantly flowing out of them.

There were hands growing in the fields over here, and not far away, a large group of people with their hands tied up, like refugees, were being brutally slaughtered.

"Brother Dong, don't look, don't listen!"

As Ling Xiao spoke, he covered Lin Dong's eyes and stuffed an earphone into Lin Dong's ears.

Buddhist music like heavenly sound rang out from the headphones, and the shrill screams beside my ears suddenly disappeared.

"Little monk, Mario has eaten all his mushrooms. Can he win this time?"

Lin Dong can't hold on for much longer.

"It's not a big problem!"

As the little monk spoke, he slowly pulled out a golf club from the cloth bag on his back.

The moment the little monk saw the golf club, his eyes almost popped out.

"what is this?"

Ling Xiao took a look and said to the little monk with great admiration: "You really have the demeanor of a master. You can use anything as a weapon!"

The little monk's lips trembled slightly.

"Sister, is there a possibility that I took the wrong one?"

"what?"

This time it was Ling Xiao's turn to have his eyes popped out.

"So what are you waiting for, run!"

Ling Xiao said as he pulled Lin Dong to go out, but he didn't expect that the retreat route had been covered by thick fog again at some point.

The little monk said helplessly and apologetically: "It's no use, I can't run away. After all, I have been a fierce ghost for so many years. I ran away yesterday and I was already given face. How can I give so much face!"

"…So, we have to serve as a midnight snack tonight?"

"Let's fight!"

After the little monk said this, he threw away the golf club in his hand and rushed in with a front flip.

"Brother Dong, close your eyes and stand here. I'll go help the little monk!"

The little monk looked down on the golf club, but Ling Xiao did not dislike it.

He grabbed the club and rushed forward.

The four ghosts kept shaking their heads. Finally, B couldn't help but said, "Brother, possess that golf club!"

Otherwise, it would be a dream to think of killing ghosts with that broken golf club.

Ding seemed to have accepted his fate and disappeared without a trace of protest.

Ling Xiao held the golf club tightly in both hands and swung it at an evil ghost flying towards him.

With just one hit of the pole, the evil ghost's head flew directly into the thick fog and disappeared.

"Wow, a hole-in-one, when did I become so awesome!"

With this good start, Ling Xiao became more and more excited, and soon all the evil spirits around Lin Dong had been cleared away.

Looking at the little monk again, he bit his tongue and smeared the blood on his palms. Every time he struck out with his palm, he could knock a large area of ​​people away.

But even so, there was no end in sight to the endless stream of evil spirits before him.

"Little monk, this won't work. You can't finish it even if you die of exhaustion. Think of a way!"

The young monk also noticed this problem, and suddenly sat down on the ground with his hands clasped together and legs crossed.

As the little monk chanted "Amitabha" like a bell, the little monk's body was covered with a layer of golden light.

The little monk was seen muttering something rapidly, but Ling Xiao couldn't understand. When she saw a fierce ghost trying to get close to the little monk, she went over and swung it away with a pole.

Just when she was so tired that she could hardly lift her arms, the little monk suddenly roared, and the golden light around him was as hot as the sun.

In just a moment, the surroundings became clean and the original silence returned.

If Ling Xiao hadn't held a golf club in his hand with blood on it, she would have thought it was just a dream.

"Ling Xiaoxiao, Lin Laodong, Little Monk, is that you?"

Just when Ling Xiao was confused, Fan Tianzhi's voice suddenly came.

Then a dazzling flashlight light shone over, and before Ling Xiao could greet Fan Tianzhi, he heard Fan Tianzhi shout anxiously.

"Little monk!"

When Ling Xiao turned around, he saw the little monk falling down lightly like a yellow leaf swept by the autumn wind.

Just when he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Dong grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up.