Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

As soon as Shen Guanhe made a sound, Jiang Chi bluntly pulled out of his clueless guesses, and found that it was indeed as Shen Guanhe said, the two should have rushed directly to the eye of the Soul Locking Formation, but after running for a long time, they still Make a circle around the outside of the garden.

No matter how far the two walked, the red-glowing wedding room still stood silently and strangely behind the two, like a colossal monster, with its mouth wide open, waiting for the dazed and stupid prey to fall into the net.

Ghosts hit the wall, ghosts hit the wall, ghosts hit the wall.

Jiang Chi's mind was spinning quickly, what should he do when a ghost hits the wall, swearing, or urinating on a boy?

It seems that none of them are good to work with this breeze and moon-like trail leader.

But he still needs to find Yun Zhao quickly. According to what Yun Si Si said just now, Yun Zhao is in very bad condition and his life may be in danger.

Jiang Chi was so angry that he was about to swear the dirtiest swearword he had learned all his life, but Shen Guanhe blocked his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.

Half of the breath was stuck in his throat, Jiang Chi blinked his eyes in confusion, and looked innocently at the man with a cold face.

"You are not allowed to swear." Shen Guanhe said with a cold face.

hum.

The cold and thick fog slowly and menacingly surrounded the two people in the garden.

Small and sharp laughter rang out from far and near in the mist.

The moonlight seemed a little darker.

The moon hanging in the middle of the sky is gradually covered by dark clouds, and the faint blue light is intertwined with the rigid and eerie red of weddings, like the treacherous and treacherous tones in ancient horror movies.

Walking corpses in shrouds held lanterns covered with crimson veils, standing there silently, like dense blood-red eyeballs in the mist, staring maliciously at the fleeing thief.

Although it was not the first time he had seen this scene, the little fox was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and held Shen Guanhe's hand tremblingly.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the place where the two wrists were connected, and then hooked the corners of his lips lightly and imperceptibly.

"Bring back the little madam." The gray-white pupilless eyes of the walking corpse rolled around, staring at the stinky Taoist priest who sneaked in without knowing when, and repeated paranoidly in a low voice:

"Bring back the little lady."

Every corpse is repeating this sentence rigidly and stiffly. It is not so much an obsession, but an instruction from the "master":

"Give us back the little lady."

Shen Guanhe held Jiang Chi's cold palm instead, glanced contemptuously at these wraiths who had been imprisoned by the Yun family for an unknown number of years, and sneered:

"Do you dare to hide behind these minions?"

A big guy is a big guy, and when he gets serious, his aura is so strong that he can blow up the wind on the flat ground and blow away the thick fog that lingers on.

The mist scattered and fled in all directions under the bitter wind, and gathered together slowly and sticky, like bedbugs clinging to the shoe surface, harmless but disgusting enough.

This can be regarded as completely breaking the frozen confrontation between the two parties.

The red lantern rushed up staggeringly in all directions, stabbing fiercely at the two of them with its bluish-white bone claws. The sharp bone claws, which were as sharp as a blade, easily cut through the clothes, leaving scarlet scars on the flesh.

Although the little fox is stupid, he also knows that he can't hold back at such a time. Shen Guanhe lifts him up with his belt and makes a cute human-shaped pendant. Watching Shen Guanhe sweep the dust like chopping melons and vegetables, a zombie falls down. It looks more like a hot-blooded comic than a supernatural film.

Jiang Chi was once thankful that he hugged Shen Guanhe's thigh. Although he was very fierce, it was really reliable to have a Taoist brother in the supernatural book!

Shen Guanhe carried a little fox, no different than carrying some gadget, lightly stepped on the heads of these corpses and jumped into the air, stepping on the top of a slanting tree.

The branches bent slightly, and the Taoist frowned slightly as he looked at the continuously rising corpses with his eyebrows lowered.

I don't know how many resentful spirits died in this seemingly bustling and luxurious mansion. Their corpses decayed and withered, their souls were forced to perish.

Jiang Chi knew that many people would do anything for power and wealth, but it was the first time he faced such an inhuman scene, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"If you don't destroy the eyes of the formation, these walking corpses will continue to come up." Although Shen Guanhe is powerful, he is still a body of flesh and blood, and there will always be a moment when his strength is exhausted.

In the face of absolute strength, crowd tactics will always appear to be very effective.

But without breaking through the endless siege of walking corpses and breaking through the ghost wall, there is no way for them to reach the center of the formation.

A faint wind lantern appeared staggeringly in the corpse formation, like a group of pale fireflies insignificantly passing through the corpses, jumping on the tip of Jiang Chi's nose.

Jiang Chi froze for a moment, then reached out his hand to grab it out of nowhere.

The firefly danced with a hint of coolness, and happened to escape from Jiang Chi's fingertips, causing the little fox to subconsciously stretch farther to reach the firefly, which was especially gentle in the dark environment.

"Follow him." Jiang Chi pulled Shen Guanhe's sleeve eagerly.

Shen Guanhe frowned. Although he didn't know where the fluorescent light came from, he had no choice but to listen to the little fox and follow the fluorescent light.

The rushing corpses were split apart by the whisk, and the originally soft whisk was sharper than a sword cutting iron like mud. No matter whether it was flesh or rotting bones, they were easily and silently broken in the place where the whisk passed by. into two pieces.

The long-term erosion of the array has completely destroyed the consciousness of these vengeful spirits. They are densely gathered in this small courtyard like insects and ants. grow and take more lives.

Jiang Chi realized belatedly that this pale white firefly that seemed about to be blown out at any moment was leading them out of the maze.

It looked too weak, as if it was going to go out at any time, but it held on to the last bit of strength to take Jiang Chi out of danger.

The first thing Jiang Chi saw was the shoe surface of the moon-white gown brushing against it.

The mist gradually faded away, and the group of faint white fluorescent light fell on the man's pale and slender palm, and then gently melted along the meridians.

Jiang Chi raised his eyes blankly.

It was Yun Zhao he had been looking for.

It was Yun Zhao, but it seemed that he was different from the usual bad-tempered young master.

The brows and eyes that always looked particularly fierce because of anger had to be gentle under the influence of the weak constitution, and the already pale face was so transparent that it seemed to disappear in the wind at any time.

"Yun, Yunzhao." The little fox in the torn wedding dress, who was in a mess, opened his eyes wide and grabbed the man's hand in a panic.

Good ice.

like...

Jiang Chi forced himself not to think about that unlucky word, and tugged at Yun Zhao's sleeve tremblingly: "Why are you here?"

He used to tremble when he saw Yun Zhao because he was afraid that Yun Zhao would bully him, but now he was really afraid that Yun Zhao would really drift away like a cloud of mist.

"Tch..." Even though his face is as white as gold paper, the man still deserves a beating when he smiles. He doesn't look like a young master, but like a rascal. He squatted down like a little fox, and grabbed Jiang Chi's sharp chin.

The little fox was pinned down by the perverted two brothers, and his lips were swollen from kisses, like a beautiful flower that was forcibly opened.

"If I don't come, you have already been eaten by those two bastards."

Shen Guanhe paused, took Jiang Chi's hand and pulled him back.

"Don't go there." The man's voice was cold.

Jiang Chi blinked in confusion: "Why?"

"There's death in him."

Jiang Chi was startled.

What he said was already very euphemistic, but he didn't make it clear that the person in front of him was already dead.

"You really can't hide anything from you, a pretending fake Taoist priest." Yun Zhao sneered angrily, and refused to let go of the boy's grip.

Jiang Chi could only be forced to look up at him blankly.

"That's right, I'm already dead." Yun Zhao had dark eyebrows and eyes, and Jiang Chi looked at him anxiously, almost being sucked out of his soul.The man laughed lowly, with a kind of pathological cruelty, "I died because of Xiao Chi."

"It's Xiaochi who wants my Wishful Bead, and I've already given it to Xiaochi."

"For Xiaochi's sake, it doesn't matter if you die."

Jiang Chi couldn't feel his breath anymore.

Yun Zhao's distorted smiling face was reflected in the dilated pupils.

"I'm the one who really paid homage to Xiaochi. As long as it's what Xiaochi wants, it doesn't matter if it's my life."

A golden snake-like streamer flashed quickly in Yun Zhao's eyes.

"Let my death trap Xiao Chi for the rest of his life, isn't it good?"

Jiang Chi tried his best to suppress the trembling of the muscles in his throat. He bravely raised his eyelashes and looked at the man. There was a gleam as thin and hard as ice crystals in those unparalleled eyebrows.

"How do you know that I will feel guilty for your death for the rest of my life?"

"Don't you believe it, I will just forget about you and continue to get away with this treasure."

Yun Zhao seemed to raise one eyebrow unexpectedly, looked at the stern little fox as if it was fresh, tilted his head and said thoughtfully, "Is that you, the little fox that day?"

Is there something wrong with this person's brain circuit? Isn't he talking about serious things now?

Jiang Chi was instantly distracted, and stammered in denial: "You, what are you kidding, I'm obviously a human, how could I become a fox!"

"Oh, really?" Yun Zhao looked suspicious.

Jiang Chi was furious, and wanted to say something like "Why are you so innocent?" Shen Guanhe stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and forced him to shut down.

"Stop talking nonsense, your Yun family's soul-locking formation has accumulated too much evil spirit, if you don't break the formation, sooner or later it will backfire on the entire Yun family."

Shen Guanhe twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and looked indifferently at the new ghost in front of him: "If I'm not wrong, Yun Siqi died from the backlash of the formation, right?"

"If your elder brother's soul hadn't been covered on the bronze artifact, he would have been torn to pieces by the dense crowd of evil spirits outside."

"The grievances that have been accumulated for hundreds of years are difficult to dispel."