"nice one?"
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yongan and felt a little excited.
Although this guy usually seems a bit unreliable, he is still very conscientious in finding treasures.
I dare to go to places like 404, and I really collected a bag of good stuff.
Therefore, Wang Ye believed Mao Yongan's words instantly.
In the past, I was too embarrassed to grab things, but now...it seems that there is an old saying that those who are destined will live there!
At this time, the number of ghost slaves around was getting smaller and smaller, and the few remaining ones kept roaring angrily, with their bellies bulging to an exaggerated degree.
finally...
Several ghost slaves roared and got entangled together.
On the compass, the needle finally stopped rotating and pointed to a position.
Mao Yongan's eyes lit up and he put away the compass, but in the next second, Wang Ye rushed out like an arrow from the string, leaving Mao Yongan far behind.
"Damn it, Wang Ye, your uncle!"
Mao Yongan cursed angrily and took out several paper cranes from his backpack.
But the material is not paper, it seems to be some kind of leather.
Thousands of paper cranes kept flying in the air, then firmly grabbed Mao Yongan's shoulders, took him to fly, and chased in the direction where Wang Ye left.
As the position deepened, Wang Ye clearly felt a faint fluctuation of energy in the air.
Not far away, in the corner, was a small, isolated house.
Seeing Mao Yongan's figure getting closer and closer in the distance, Wang Ye kicked the door.
The door was torn apart.
There was a pungent smell of blood inside.
There were corpses all over the ground, all the flesh and blood on their bodies had disappeared, leaving only their skeletons.
A bald old man was tremblingly holding a meat scraper on his leg, scraping off piece after piece of meat.
In front of the old man, there was an altar.
On the altar, a small sculpture is placed in the middle.
The villain had a sly smile on his face, his belly was bulging, and his mouth was slightly open. At this time, the old man just put a trembling piece of meat into the villain's mouth.
At this time, only bones were left in the old man's legs.
Wang Ye's expression instantly became serious.
It's not because of this old man, but because of the big-bellied man in the center of the altar, wearing a blood-red monk's robe!
It’s related to the Buddhist clan!
Wang Ye judged instantly.
At the same time, Mao Yongan rushed into the room in a hurry.
Several paper cranes flew and landed in his black backpack.
Standing next to Wang Ye, also watching this scene, Mao Yongan's pupils shrank suddenly: "It's this ghost!"
As he said that, Mao Yongan rolled his eyes slightly, turned around and left.
Windless automatic.
The door suddenly closed, blocking Mao Yongan inside the house.
The old man slowly turned around and looked at Wang Ye and the two of them, with a hint of gentleness on his face.
"Two children, help the old monk."
Holding the meat scraper that was dripping with blood, the old man smiled kindly.
On the floor, countless skeletons stood up in weird twists, surrounding Wang Ye and the two of them.
Wang Ye's face was cold, he looked at the old man and said calmly: "Master, how about I save you today?"
With that said, Wang Ye started to move without giving the old man time to react.
Passing over countless skeletons, Wang Ye arrived in front of the old man almost in the blink of an eye, drew out the ghost sword, and slashed hard at the old man's neck, making a rustling sound.
The smile on the old man's face did not change, as if he had not seen Wang Ye. He still held the meat scraper and gently scraped the few remaining pieces of meat on his leg.
Wang Ye, who was charging forward, felt a sharp pain in his leg, and the skin suddenly burst at the same location on his leg.
Blood gushes out instantly.
Not far away, Mao Yong'an also screamed, covering his legs and jumping around, shouting: "We can't afford to offend this guy named Wang, please think of how to escape!"
Under the strong physical function, Wang Ye's leg wound healed slowly.
The old man carefully took the meat he had just scraped off and fed it into the little man's mouth.
The little man who was a statue moved his mouth strangely and kept chewing.
"It is our honor to dedicate ourselves to the Buddha."
The old man's voice was full of piety. As the old man's voice sounded, an uncontrollable thought arose in Wang Ye's heart.
Give your body to this villain! ! !
But in just a moment, Wang Ye regained his composure, looked at the old man and snorted: "What does Buddha have to do with me!"
With that said, Wang Ye smashed the several skeletons surrounding him, and swung his knife at the old man again.
The old man sighed, then took the bone scraper and scraped it off his left hand.
A bloody piece of meat was scraped off, and a blood mist burst out again at the same location on Wang Ye's hand.
But this time, Wang Ye's expression did not change at all. He endured the severe pain in his arm and slashed the old man's neck with a knife.
'clang! '
It made a crisp sound like it was being chopped on a piece of steel.
There was only a slight white mark on the old man's neck, and there was not even the slightest trace of a wound.
"Haha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
The old man fed the meat into the little man's mouth and said with a smile.
Wang Ye took a deep breath, cautiously took two steps back, and stared at the old man closely: "How about you put down the knife in your hand first, and then I put it down."
"Donor, I'm obsessed."
The old man sighed, stopped talking, and crossed his arm again.
Wang Ye groaned and took two steps back, his face slightly pale.
This weird meat scraper seemed to not only hurt me, but as the knife rose and fell, there was a faint feeling of loss of functions in my body.
Not far away, Mao Yongan seemed to be a little impatient: "Wang Ye, this old guy is very strong. It is definitely not something you and I can solve. And you don't know the horror of that Buddha statue at all. We are in big trouble this time." Got it!"
"I can control this old guy for three seconds. Then you can open the door. This is our only chance to escape!"
Mao Yongan spoke quickly, covering his hand that was bleeding continuously.
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yongan and was somewhat silent.
As the old man raised his hand again, Wang Ye nodded: "Okay!"
Mao Yongan took a deep breath and took out a mirror from his pocket. Strangely, the mirror was painted with a layer of black paint.
"start!"
Mao Yongan shouted loudly and wiped hard on the black paint, revealing a mirror surface.
On the mirror, red light flashed, shining on the old man's body.
The old man's body suddenly froze in place.
And Wang Ye synchronously... rushed towards the old man.
The person who has the same tacit understanding with him is Mao Yongan.
He held up the mirror without any intention of retreating. Instead, like Wang Ye, he rushed towards the old man at the same time.
Mao Yongan gave Wang Ye a strange look and said angrily: "Wang Ye, your uncle!"
Then he said unwillingly: "Let's give this baby 50-50!"
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yong'an lightly, let out a light sound, and sped up.
