There is such a Sanxian

It rained heavily.

Wang Xiaoji and the others didn't deliberately run to borrow an umbrella, they just put on the hood of the cloak, carried a jack-o-lantern, and sneaked out from the safety exit of the basketball hall.

Another 10 minutes of showering, I probably won't have to go to school tomorrow...

Wang Xiaoji is very aware of the characteristics of his disease-prone constitution.

Moreover, the wind changes direction all the time, coming from the front for a while, and coming from the back for a while.Even with an umbrella, it can't actually block too much.

Therefore, Wang Xiaoji didn't bother to pull down the hood desperately, just pulled Gaze in front of him, and protected him with the robe, which could cover a little.

Are kids all this warm-hearted now?

A Ding, who was walking behind, looked at the two children with mixed feelings in his heart.

Suddenly wanted to go home.

At this point, mom should watch the Golden Theater in front of the TV, right?Brother should have fallen asleep, right?

A Ding thought about it, and the expression on his face became more and more sad.

Women and children enjoy a warm life at home, but the only strong man in the family can only go to the battlefield shivering in the bitter wind and rain.

This, probably, is, mature!

"Your expression is very similar to the aggrieved little daughter-in-law in the family ethics drama." The black cloak beside him took out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and said while wiping the sickle in the rain.

A Ding's sense of pride that he had finally developed was destroyed in this way. He choked for a while and squeezed out a sentence: "None of your business!"

Uncommonly, the black cloak did not continue to speak, but said: "I'm pretty sure we won't die."

"Is that what you need to say?"

Although this could barely be regarded as a kind of encouragement or comfort, A-Ding still didn't want to entertain him with a good tone, because he felt that there would be a word "but" after this sentence.

Sure enough, the black cloak let out a "but".

Hmph, I knew it, A-Ding was waiting for his next taunt.

But the black cloak was silent.This silence lasted for several minutes.

What do you want to whet your appetite? !Half of the words are dead!

Adin wiped the rain off his face, and was about to ask a question, but the black cloak put the sickle into his hand: "Hold it."

What?

"What are you giving me this for?"

"Do you want to use your identity as a ghost to scare them away?"

"..." A Ding was stunned for a while, "What about you?"

The black cloak glanced at him: "The powerful monsters only use their own weapons."

After finishing speaking, his long sword appeared in his hand.

A Ding was blocked by these words again and wanted to hack him to death with a sickle.

At this time, the two children in front stopped.

The track and field are here.

The entire campus was plunged into darkness, and the track and field were no exception.

Coupled with the heavy and dense rain, Wang Xiaoji couldn't see what was inside at all, so he asked, "Mr. Civet, are there many monsters inside?"

He thought that as a cat, the black cloak must have excellent eyesight, so he asked.

Jia Ze became angry when he heard that, he showed his head and asked, "Why didn't you ask me?!"

Wang Xiaoji didn't expect Jia Ze to find this kind of trouble, so he pushed his head back helplessly: "Random, random."

"Why does your follower like to eat vinegar?" The black cloak stopped and looked towards the track and field: "No."

No? !Why not? !

Ading also looked at it, wondering: "Really not, your school only has this track and field?"

Wang Xiaoji nodded.

"Maybe......"

Before the black cloak finished speaking, a wave of air suddenly came from behind mixed with rain and wind, pushing them into the track and field.

The two Bao brothers, who had already removed their disguise, jumped out from nowhere and made a pose.

Bao Huiye snorted coldly, and said, "The devil is one foot tall, and the Tao is one foot tall. This is what happens when you provoke us!"

Baohuier: "Brother, it seems to be reversed, the foot is taller than the ruler, right?"

"The Tao is one foot tall, and the devil is one foot tall!"

"But the meaning of this idiom seems to be to make those who defend justice more frustrated and courageous...Mr. Du just said it a few days ago."

Baohuier is a good boy who studies hard. Speaking of this, he wanted to take out his mobile phone to flip through the notes to show his brother.

"The cross talk between you two is not funny at all." The black cloak commented.

"That's right, it looks like I was fooled by my young master." Jia Ze agreed with him, seeing Bao Huiye staring at him, he also looked back: "Whatever you look at, I mean you."

Hehe, this little grandpa can really make people, oh, demons stupid.

A Ding rubbed the back of his head, and remembered the past when he was tossed into a concussion.

The black cloak folded his arms and shook his head: "No, they are stupid."

"Then it will be even more stupid to be beaten by me."

So now it's the two of you talking about cross talk?

Wang Xiaoji held his forehead. We all understand the reason why villains die because of talking too much. If both sides talk too much, will they die together?

But Bao Huiye didn't intend to die with these annoying enemies, he raised his hand, and a purple token floated in the air.

Within two seconds, the token's purple light dimmed and turned red.

As soon as he saw the token, the black cloak formed a barrier around everyone.

"It's the town of seclusion again, and it's the order of the underworld bell." The banter on the black cloak's face restrained a bit, and he clenched the long sword tightly, "This one is quite a big one."

"For the sake of you and I being teammates, if you beg for mercy now and present the password of the King's Number, I can consider sending you out."

Bao Huiye believed that his stomach could not only hold a boat, but also hold a mountain.

"Thank you, the cat demon will never be a slave."

"Then go to die!"

After finishing his speech, Bao Huiye grabbed Bao Huier and walked away, leaving only the token shining on the spot.

How is this going?How did they just leave?

Before Wang Xiaoji could ask a question, the rain suddenly stopped, and there was a strong rancid smell in the air.

"Fuck!" The sharp-eyed Ading saw something coming out of the darkness, and hurriedly put the sickle in front of him, reminding: "Is that the ghost army!"

"Yes, your fellow." The black cloak stretched out his hand to pull him closer, and said to everyone: "I really didn't expect them to use the town... If you don't want to die, you should unite."

"The word unity is the most unconvincing word out of your mouth!"

Although Jia Ze said that he was not forgiving, he still got out of his robe and surrounded him back to back with his companions, forming a posture of facing the enemy from all sides.

Wang Xiaoji took out his badge, recited the mantra silently, made it into the shape of a long knife, looked at the white shadows slowly surrounding him in all directions, and asked, "Is there such a thing as a ghost army?"

Is that also Lord of the Rings?

The black cloak glanced at his knife: "No, this is the Shuhuang Zhabu. However, they are already ghosts, and it is very appropriate to say that they are the ghost army."

While speaking, there was a sound of horns from nowhere.

The approaching ghost army roared angrily and rushed towards the crowd.

"Actually, there is no need to be afraid. As long as you don't leave your back to them, it's just endurance."

After the black cloak finished speaking, he swung his sword violently, and the ghost closest to him was instantly split into two and scattered into smoke.

"Also, if you hit the death spot, it's a piece of cake."

Jia Ze was also very sophisticated, pointing at the ghost, a golden cone appeared out of thin air, passed through where the ghost's heart was, and disappeared into the air together with the ghost.

The other two silently listened to the guidance of the two experienced "seniors", wielding their weapons to deal with the continuous stream of enemies, but they couldn't feel relaxed.

If we continue fighting like this... until when will we fight?

One of the characteristics of ghosts is that they cannot be killed.After breaking them up, they will reunite after a while.

From this point of view, it seems to be an infinite endless loop.

Isn't there a faster and more effective way to get rid of them?

Wang Xiaoji expressed the doubts in his heart.

"Xiaoji, these cockroaches can't be removed!" Jia Ze used the gold cone to kill a few ghosts for Wang Xiaoji, and continued: "But just wait another hour!"

"why?"

A-Ding did know this, but his tone was not as cheerful as Gaze: "In an hour, the dead will appear. Capture the thief first and capture the king. As long as you kill the dead generals hiding in the army, they will disappear."

The black cloak smiled: "Your grandma told you?"

"Yeah! Is there something wrong? Do you have an opinion?!"

Aden has already formed a conditioned reflex mechanism for the mocking tone of the black cloak.

"No, she's right, I really want to visit her old man." The black cloak smiled again, and added: "In the town, when the dead general appears, there will be the sound of the guzheng. You have to be calm and not think about anything else. Otherwise, you won’t be able to kill the general.”

Toutou is an unusual man with his own BGM.

Wang Xiaoji complained silently in his heart, and his mood became a little more relaxed.

However, even if there are bickering among companions and complaints about the inner theater, time-consuming and labor-intensive battles can easily make people feel tired.

At the same time, the body will be very tired.

Wang Xiaoji's head gradually became dizzy, and his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.

Strange, that time in the copy of Eight Immortals Cave, even though I was tired, but this kind of situation didn't seem to happen!

Did it just rain?Have a cold?

"Here we come." The black cloak said suddenly.

The sound of guzheng came from a distance, gradually approaching, and the ghost's offensive became more violent.

Gaze shook the gold cone and said, "I'm going to find the dead general!"

The other three said at the same time: "No!"

"you are too young……"

A'Ding felt that letting this kid run over would be a gift, even though this kid was stronger than himself.

"You're too weak..." The black cloak flung a look of contempt.

"Stop making trouble..." Wang Xiaoji freed up a hand to grab him.

Jia Ze stomped his feet angrily: "Then who will go!"

Wang Xiaoji said, "I'll go."

This time, the object of everyone's "no way" was changed.

"I think I'm the most suitable one." Wang Xiaoji retracted the hand holding Jia Ze, and rubbed his temple, "Because Hanzhang has both offensive and defensive skills."

After finishing speaking, the long knife in his hand shrank suddenly, turned into a dagger, and stabbed obliquely towards the ghost in front of him.

Jia Ze still firmly disagreed, while the other two fell into deep thought.

Wang Xiaoji patted Jia Ze's head, didn't say anything, took a deep breath, and rushed into the ghost army.

The three immediately transformed into a triangle formation.

"Let me go!" Gaze angrily wanted to throw a golden cone at the faces of the other two.

As soon as Wang Xiaoji left, the two teammates each stretched out a hand to grab him.The force was quite strong, and he couldn't move a step at all.

"I have a little confidence in your little man."

"Little demon exorcising master is quite powerful."

It's easy for you to say!Jia Ze's whole body was filled with qi, unable to speak, he could only scatter his qi on the ghost desperately.