Soul Eater

Lou Daochang screamed heart-piercingly, and at the same time threw the Seven Star Sword in his hand, wanting to fight to the death with the ghost king.

Even though the origins of these two fellow Taoists were unknown or even delayed, he would never give up their lives easily.

However, the speed of the ghost king was much faster than him, and he bypassed the Seven Star Sword with agility. At the same time, he stretched out his claws, and with one claw, he tore through Daoist Lou's Taoist robe.

Daoist Yu and Daoist Chang shouted at the same time: "Brother!"

The wound was exposed to the air, accompanied by a burst of severe pain, and a black evil spirit was blowing out, the wound seemed to be corroded, and the pain was unbearable.

Daoist Lou was suffering from pain, and his movement of swinging the sword was a step slower. Seeing that the two young men were about to die, Daoist Lou was very anxious. The time spent fiddling with electronic products is used to delve into Taoism, and at this time, I don't want to watch two lives die in front of my eyes.

At the same time, the tall young man slowly raised his hand——

The invisible barrier was expanded several times at this moment, and the howling wind that was blowing in everyone's ears was suddenly separated, and within the barrier, the surroundings were extremely quiet.

In stark contrast to this silence, there was an extremely loud crash immediately after.

In an instant, the ghost king's body seemed to hit an iron plate, and the whole body flew out.

At the same time, Wei Xuan, who was about to climb back to the top of the mountain with great difficulty, was directly knocked down by this wave of shock. Before he could say "Damn it", he rolled back halfway up the mountain in a daze.Although he was not injured, his body was covered in mud.

Xiao Siming reluctantly let go of his little employee's hand, and said coldly, "You can't control yourself."

Several priests: "..."

Wei Xuan: "..." Xiao Siming, I can go to your uncle.

I don't know why, but this sentence of overreaching not only seems to be mocking the ghost king who was ejected, but also seems to be mocking them.

The ghost king shook his head that had been knocked unconscious, and just as he recovered, he heard the light "overreaching his own strength", and his anger surged into his heart.

Since its birth, where has it suffered such humiliation?

It will make these human beings pay a heavy price!

An almost condensed evil spirit gradually emerged from behind the ghost king. In this flowing evil spirit, the souls of countless people who died in vain struggled inside, desperately wanting to regain their freedom.

The evil spirit all over the sky rushed towards this side, as if it wanted to swallow the whole mountain directly.Daoist Lou got out of his trance, and when he saw this, he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

Xiao Siming raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't swallow this ghost king in public because he cared about his own image. Who knew that this ghost would also kick his nose in the face.

He subconsciously looked at Ruan Yang from the corner of his eye, and found that Ruan Yang didn't know whether he was scared by the ghost king or ugly, and he was holding the corner of his clothes with both hands, his face tensed.

Cute, very cute, almost like a pup looking for comfort.

Xiao Siming turned his head to face the Ghost King, determined to maintain his good image. His eyes were fixed, and a cloud of black mist that seemed inconspicuous flew out of his hand, enveloping everyone's eyes just now. The evil spirit suddenly seemed to be ignited by something, and it burned in mid-air, accompanied by a strong burnt smell.

After a few breaths, the evil spirit that was just enough to cover the clouds and the sun was completely burned away.

Ruan Yang: "!!" He clenched the corner of Xiao Siming's clothes even tighter, trying to hold back his excitement, and avoid showing himself being dizzy by Xiao Siming's handsomeness on such a serious occasion.

His face was tense, but in fact, he howled in his heart: Mr. Xiao is really handsome!

Every move and every move is so domineering!

The two of them were so relaxed, picking up a ghost king seemed as easy as going out for a walk, but it was hard for the other priests present and the ghost king who was rolling all over the ground burned by the flames.

Daoist Lou withdrew his Erkang hand in a trance, exchanged glances with the other two priests, and then looked down at the ancestral magic weapon, the Seven Star Sword, in his hand with a complicated expression.

It seems that he is about to doubt his life.

What is even more miserable is the little policeman, whose world view has been completely overturned.

He looked at the ghost king who was rolling on the ground in pain, and whose figure seemed to be getting thinner and thinner due to the burning of the fire, and turned his head dullly to look at his leader: "Captain Li, if this continues, our murderer this time is Didn't it just burn out?"

It's hard for him to remember the murderer at this time.

Li Dui was also in a daze: "...ah."

On the one hand, he felt that it would be difficult for the murderer to be burned to nothing, but on the other hand, he was secretly glad that he had found the right helper this time.

The worst thing was the ghost king, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't extinguish the fire on his body. He clearly felt that his cultivation base was rapidly passing away, and the souls devoured by him also sank into the ground tremblingly.

The Ghost King felt unprecedented fear in his heart. He glanced at Xiao Siming incredulously, knowing that he had kicked on the iron plate this time, and he couldn't be tough right now, so he could only run away.

Where there is life, there is hope!

Either way, ghosts are not scary, but they are cultured.

At this moment, Wei Xuan finally climbed up with difficulty. Thanks to the gust of wind just now, his clothes are not only covered with mud, but also covered with withered yellow leaves and grass roots. When he came up, he began to complain: "Boss, can you do it?" Ah, why haven't I finished solving it yet, alas, the coat I just bought..."

Daoist Lou was ready to save the ghost king, but when he saw the other party's eyes froze, he fixed his eyes on Wei Xuan who had just climbed up, and went straight away.

Wei Xuan complained halfway, when he looked up, he saw a black object rushing towards him: "??"

Fortunately, Daoist Lou reacted in time, and his Seven Star Sword finally came in handy, cutting off an arm of the ghost king straightly, the weak ghost king failed in his sneak attack, and ran towards the southeast without looking back.

Lou Daochang was surprised: "No, there is fraud!"

That direction... is Longling Amusement Park! !

The police officers guarding the hill heard the movement, and when they turned their heads, they saw a group of people rushing down the hill, especially the three Taoist priests who rushed in the front. Hanging on the body like this, revealing the floral shirt inside.

Police officer: "..." What happened, why did these Taoist priests get so embarrassed when they disappeared for a while?

Looking at their panicked expressions, could it be that the murderer was really hiding on the mountain?

"Get in the car," Daoist Lou ordered anxiously, "Go to Longling Amusement Park!"

The little police officer drove the car very fast, and 2 minutes later, everyone rushed to the gate of the amusement park.

There are several long queues in front of the park, one group of people waiting to buy tickets, and another group of people waiting for ticket inspection.

Although the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, the enthusiasm of the tourists waiting to enter the park was not affected by the weather at all, and they communicated very friendly with each other during the waiting process.

"Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, can you shorten the line!"

"Don't jump in the front line, okay? Quality!"

"Didn't you fucking see that there is a child here? Are you responsible for stepping on a child!"

Ruan Yang: "..." That's why he doesn't like to run to crowded places. Even his dream job is to have an office for one person, and no one is arguing with anyone.

When there are too many people, it is easy to make a headache.

Of course, working in Xiao Siming's hands is different. Although Wei Xuan and Mo Yu also fight in the villa every day, it is a kind of excitement that makes people feel that they can blend into it, with a unique fireworks.

After getting out of the car, Ruan Yang stood there with a dazed expression, until someone behind him pushed him suddenly, causing him to stagger.

The man held up his mobile phone and said in a grumpy tone, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

Xiao Siming supported Ruan Yang's shoulders, and led him to move to a safe place.

After getting away from the crowd, Ruan Yang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the air here is much fresher than before, and obediently said to Xiao Siming: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Siming pursed the corners of his mouth, said "um", and then looked at the person just now.

The other party looked five or six years older than Ruan Yang, with a head of yellow hair dyed, and two ears pierced four or five times. He inserted himself into the front row of the line openly, and he jumped into the line with two companions. The little girls who came out to play, both of them dared not speak out.

The little yellow hair whistled at the two girls in a flustered manner, and then complained to the phone: "You guys are already in? All right, let's play first, you ask me? I'm still queuing up to check tickets! "

Xiao Siming frowned, staring at the ticket protruding from the pocket of the little yellow-haired jacket, and moved his index finger slightly.

"Let's go." After teaching the impolite little Huangmao a lesson, he relaxed his brows, and took Ruan Yang in his arms to follow Taoist Lou and the others.

The black mist was nearby.

Lou Daochang's injury was on his back. At this time, the wound had already turned black, and it looked serious.

But he resolutely rejected Taoist Chang's kindness to let him rest in the car, "It's not a big problem to be poor, the most urgent thing is to catch the ghost king."

"Is that it?" The little police officer pointed his finger, and everyone looked up, only to see a vague black shadow drifting into the park with a clear goal.

Lou Daochang's complexion changed slightly, and he greeted everyone: "Quick, we must catch up to it!"

They rushed into the gate in a hurry, and their novel attire in Taoist robes immediately attracted the attention of many tourists. The ticket inspector was stunned for a moment, and quickly stopped people: "Buy a ticket! Buy a ticket!"

The Taoist priests were very anxious, and their hearts were full of the ghost king who had already run into the amusement park. They were afraid that some people would be killed a second later, so they didn't care about buying tickets.

Seeing that none of these people turned their heads back, the ticket inspectors were also very anxious. When they came up, they grabbed Daoist Yu's Taoist robe and criticized each of them: "You cosplayers, are you employees? Why don't you just buy a ticket for me! Don't think that you are dressed as a Taoist priest. You can evade the fare!"

The priests: "..."

Team Li hurriedly showed his ID, and the ticket inspector released his hand with a slightly surprised expression.

Taoist priests and the police investigate the case together, how fresh.

After everyone entered the park, the irritable voice of the little yellow hair just now came from behind them: "Damn it, where is my ticket?"

The ticket inspector in front of him was firm: "Don't try to evade the ticket. If you don't have a ticket, go to the side to buy a ticket, or you can reserve tickets for tomorrow online."

The little yellow hair couldn't argue: "Who did the fare evasion? I just bought the ticket and came here. I must have been squeezed out by others while queuing. I will show you my payment record. Look, I really bought the ticket. Let me in." !"

The little girl behind him muttered softly, "When did you line up? You obviously jumped in."

Xiao Huangmao glared at her. Although he showed his payment records, the ticket inspectors were unmoved and refused to let them go without seeing the tickets.

The two sides were at a stalemate. Seeing that the team was stuck at his side, the people in the back line became a little irritable.

"If you don't buy a ticket, go to the side to buy it. How many people will be delayed by being stuck here!"

"That's it."

The little Huangmao cursed a few times, and his attitude was very arrogant: "I don't want to buy it today!"

The next second he couldn't get up, because two bald men walked out of the team. They were tall and strong, and they were still wearing short sleeves in winter, and their biceps were exposed like this. In the cold wind.

One of them grinned and showed a kind smile: "Little brother, I think it's better not to embarrass others."

The two of them stood in front of him together, and the little yellow-haired boy who was a head shorter than the others suddenly lost all arrogance. Although he was still cursing, he finally walked to the back of the long line to buy tickets.

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