Jin An had just finished speaking.
Raising.
Shocked by the change.
boom!
The sound of the table overturning came from the yard outside the house.
"not good!"
"It's Capt. Feng!"
When Jin An and the old Taoist priest ran into the yard, they saw Feng Baotou looking in pain. He stood up stiffly and knocked over the table and hot pot in front of him.
In the eyes of ordinary people with naked eyes, all this is like Feng Baotou who choked on a meatball. His expression was painful and his neck was stretched out, like an old turtle suffocating underwater looking at the moon.
But Jin An and the old Taoist priest could clearly see that clumps of black waterweed were growing out of Feng Baotou's eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices.
This caused Feng Baotou to suffocate and his eyes turned white. Only the whites of his eyes were white, and the black pupils could not be seen.
Those water plants were still heavy with moisture, and the drops of water dripped down, soaking Feng Baotou's body.
"Feng Captou!"
The old Taoist priest yelled in panic. Before he could get close, a whistling wind flashed past him. It was the faster Jin An, who rushed in front of Feng Baotou almost instantly.
Only then did Jin An finally see clearly that the clumps of black waterweed growing wildly from Feng Baotou's body were not waterweed at all, but came from the woman's long, thick black hair.
"court death!"
"Get out of here!"
Jin An roared angrily, like a King Kong with angry eyes, and slapped out the red blood in his body with a palm, like Hong Ya slapping his shoulder, boiling, the hot blood hit Fei Ba's head and shoulders hard, poof.
Feng Baotou's body was shaken, and he fell to the ground with blood spurting out from his mouth. He also vomited out balls of women's hair in his stomach.
But the woman's hair in Feng Baotou's stomach was still growing like crazy.
He originally thought that Feng Baotou was possessed by a ghost.
Therefore, he planned to use his blood energy to shake the ghost out of Feng Baotou's body.
This method has always been tried and tested, but this time it failed.
Jin An's eyes darkened.
After just a moment's delay, Feng Baotou was so suffocated that only the whites of his eyes could be seen, and his pupils could not be seen. He was about to die.
Just at this time, the old Taoist priest also came closer. He picked up a jar of wine, opened the seal, and shouted anxiously: "Little brother, hold on to Feng Baotou. I will pour Sanyang wine into Feng Baotou." !”
Upon hearing this, Jin An immediately helped Feng Baotou up from the ground.
Then the old Taoist poured Sanyang wine into Feng Baotou.
Unexpectedly, Feng Baotou's mouth and throat were filled with women's hair at this moment, and his throat was as stretched as a toad, and Sanyang wine couldn't be poured in at all.
Jin An placed his palm against Feng Baotou's back and heart, and the fire-poisoned internal Qi of the Black Mountain Kung was like a raging fire setting off a prairie fire, clearing away the newly grown female hair in Feng Baotou's body.
Turned into black foul-smelling water.
At this time, the old Taoist priest's Sanyang wine was finally poured into Feng Baotou's body. Gudong! Gudong! Gudong!
The old Taoist priest poured two large jars of Sanyang wine into Feng Baotou's belly, which made Feng Baotou's belly grow as big as if he was pregnant in December, vomit!
finally!
His stomach was pushed to the limit, and the Sanyang wine was filled up to his throat. Feng Baotou could no longer drink it. His stomach cramped and he was forced to vomit.
Large clumps of knotted women's hair were vomited out by Feng Captou.
Jin An and the old Taoist priest worked hard and finally brought Feng Baotou back from the gate of hell.
Later, the two learned the details of the matter from Feng Captou, who was weak and nauseated.
Not long after Jin An and the old Taoist priest left, Feng Captou took a sip of Fenjiu. As soon as the Fenjiu was in his stomach, Feng Captou immediately realized something was wrong.
That glass of Fenjiu didn't taste like alcohol at all, but was extremely stinky.
After all, Feng Baotou's reaction was a step too slow. Before he could forcefully induce vomiting, he felt cramping in his abdomen, then suffocated, and then lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he saw Jin An and the old Taoist priest giving him a large amount of Sanyang wine.
After listening to Feng Baotou's description, Jin An and the old Taoist priest looked at each other.
The old Taoist priest said with lingering fear: "Little brother, fortunately you stopped the old Taoist in time, otherwise the old Taoist like me would never be able to withstand such a torment."
"I feel sick just thinking about my stomach being filled with dense hair."
The old Taoist priest said, turning around and looking around. There were dark corners all around. It was particularly scary tonight.
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but shudder.
Jin An also didn't expect that Yinhun's counterattack would come so quickly.
But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Jin'an has just rescued Feng Baotou, but it's so unexpected!
Calm, under the cold night!
knock! knock! knock!
There was a sudden knock on the door outside the backyard under curfew. In this cold night, it carried a strange sense of coldness, terror, and an approaching sense of despair.
The knocking on the door outside the courtyard is still going on, but apart from the knocking on the door, the street outside the door, which is invisible through the courtyard wall, is completely quiet, as quiet as a centuries-old ancient pool deep in the mountains and old forests under the cold moon. There is no other sound. No.
So peaceful.
So weird.
As the strange knocking sounds outside the courtyard door continued, a suffocating and terrifying aura began to press in step by step.
It seems that it will never stop!
knock!
knock!
The sound of knocking on the door is still repeated over and over again, like a reminder, ringing endlessly.
"Stop knocking."
"There's no one here."
"You can come back another day."
Jin An shouted towards the door.
As a result, something strange happened. The knocking on the door actually stopped. The old Taoist priest and Captain Feng stared at Jin An in stunned silence.
Jin An was also a little confused.
Didn't expect the thing outside the door to be so obedient?
"Do you believe what my little brother says so easily?"
"Who is knocking on the door outside the yard?"
When the old Taoist priest asked Jin An if he wanted to go out and check it out, he asked!
There was a strange noise outside the yard.
It was like a large number of poisonous snakes rubbing and swimming. After a few breaths, I saw a woman with dense long hair climbing over the courtyard wall. Like a black torrent, it quickly swept towards the three people in the courtyard and the head tied under the tree. goat.
These women's long hair is filled with strong moisture, as if it suddenly gushes out from ancient ponds in deep mountains and old forests. Like tides and torrents, it piles up two to three feet high and surges in from all directions, from outside the yard and from inside the house. , pouring from the backyard and over the roof.
There are so many that they are overwhelming.
Great horror!
Coming!
This scene made the two people in the hospital feel numb.
"Little brother! According to this attitude, the evil spirits outside the door will fight us to death. Today it is clear that they want to kill us!"
"Little brother, it looks like we are going to fight hard!"
The old Taoist priest roared urgently.
Feng Baotou's eyes were blank. He didn't know what Mr. Jin An and Daozhang Chen saw, and why they suddenly looked so anxious that they wanted to fight for their lives.
After the old Taoist priest finished shouting, he could no longer care about anything else. Now it was a critical moment of life and death. He didn't have cinnabar or a pen beside him, so he had no choice but to pick up the fragments of the broken porcelain bowl on the ground, poof!
The sharp side of the porcelain bowl fragment cut his finger. The old Taoist priest used blood as a medium to stir up the Yang Fire and quickly drew "Xingqi Golden Seal Script" on the ground under his feet.
Because time is in a hurry.
The spell is scrawled.
But at this desperate moment, these small details no longer matter.
