More than three days have passed since Wu Fan was brought into the room. During this period of time, no one saw the old man again. Only the thick-browed man ran back and forth among the strange flowers and grasses...
The old immortal always wanted the old man with calico cloth to call the thick-browed man over to ask about the situation, but the latter seemed not to hear him. As soon as he got the herbs, he hurried back to the room and locked the door again.
"Oh, it seems like there is no chance of anything today again! I don't know what is going on with little Wu Fan..." Ever since he tasted freedom, the old immortal felt that this spiritual penis was very depressing, and he would nag a few times whenever he had free time. Vomiting bitter water. The people around him were also used to this situation, so they allowed the old immortal to talk to himself.
"Let me tell you, Mr. Huabu, we are all possessed by foreign objects. Why can you take the form?" Suddenly remembering this, the old immortal couldn't help but ask.
The opera ghost was shaking his head and singing to himself when he was suddenly interrupted by the old immortal and lost his enthusiasm: "Didn't I say...my body is still in the back room, it's just that the incident happened and I didn't have time to possess it..."
Speaking of this, the actor looked at the spiritual yin stick for a few times: "On the contrary, you, an evil ghost, was also rescued by seniors, why are you still trapped in the spiritual yin stick?"
The old immortal was speechless for a while after hearing this, and complained aloud: "I heard from the teacup ghost that the old man simply wiped off the stains on the iron rod, that's all..."
The opera ghost shook his head repeatedly: "What the evil ghost said is wrong. Although this thing seems simple, it is not something that ordinary people can do! Otherwise, how could the leader have allowed you to be blinded by rust spots for so long?"
"I don't care if it's not simple. Anyway, I think this old man is treating Lao Xian differently!" Lao Xian snorted coldly, "Old Calabash! Who are you from, and why can you speak for this old man? "
The opera ghost clasped his fists slightly: "Senior, after all, you have been kind to me. I am not like some ungrateful people who only gossip about people behind their backs!"
"Old man Huabu, don't criticize Huaihuai. Believe it or not, I'm rude to you!" The old immortal screamed in anger.
"Okay, you've been reborn anyway, I want to see what you can do?" The actor sneered, and clanged his spiritual stick.
Yinfeng, who was closing his eyes and adjusting his breathing next to him, frowned and could no longer calm down his thoughts. He could only walk slowly in the room. Unexpectedly, these two guys were so old, but they were as childish as children.
At this moment, Yinfeng suddenly caught a glimpse of several black shadows flashing past him. He also made a silent gesture and came to the door, asking in a deep voice: "Who?"
"Lord Yinfeng, it's me..."
Hearing the sound, Yinfeng opened the door to a crack and took a look, and then let a few people outside the door in.
"Back." Seeing the return of several people, the opera ghost stopped teasing the old immortal and threw it casually on the table, saying hello casually.
The people who came in from the door were none other than the Teacup Ghost, the Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket.
When they saw that the old man had not moved for a long time, they felt that waiting here was not an option, so they decided to go out to inquire for information. In fact, this kind of matter should have been left to the rigorous Yinfeng to handle it, but as a member of the Sixth Hall, she had many difficulties in acting among the Nine, so she could only let the Teacup Ghost and a few people take action.
Although the teacup ghost is also from the Sixth Hall, once it is put into the bag by the wind, there is no trace of it, so it can be said that there is no delay in both.
"Xi Gui, what's going on over there, little brother Wu Fan?" Teacup Ghost didn't rush to reply, but asked in a low voice with concern.
"Same as yesterday." The opera ghost sighed and continued to ask: "Where are you?"
"It's the same as yesterday..." The teacup ghost also looked helpless and rested softly on the edge of the cup of Yin Qi. "It's strange to say that the attitude of these lonely ghosts among the nine streams is quite friendly, but as long as we If you ask more about the situation here, they will become wary and refuse to say more, let alone anything about this senior..."
"Is it...because of me?" Yinfeng frowned upon hearing this.
"That's not the case..." Teacup Ghost shook his head, "I have inquired about this matter sideways. The reason why they have such an attitude towards the Sixth Hall is just because they have all been excluded by the Sixth Hall..."
After hearing this, everyone understood it.
After passing the difficult trials and screening, I just barely reached the entry preparation level. If I really want to join the Six Halls and get the "establishment", there are some special requirements.
Those who are capable can still form their own lineage even if they leave the Sixth Hall. Naturally, they disdain to be bound by rules and want to live an unfettered life. On the contrary, those guys who are mediocre and unable to adapt to the wind will find it difficult to rely on once they are unable to join the Sixth Hall. Even mediocrity is a luxury, and they can only gradually wither away unwillingly as time passes...
It is precisely because of the existence of Jiuli that these lonely ghosts abandoned by the Sixth Hall can be accommodated, and they can be given the opportunity to display their specialties so that they can survive.
"According to the old immortal, the old man must have used some method to create a secret signal with these guys, so that they did not dare to say anything!" The old immortal was knocked by the ghost so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and it was not until this moment that he returned to normal. He muttered loudly.
Yinfeng and Teacup Ghost were startled when they heard this, subconsciously looked at each other, and then looked at Feng Pocket together.
Feng Pocket was whispering to the broom ghost. At this moment, he felt the back of his neck getting hot and turned around to look. Then he met two eyes and was a little surprised: "Brother, and this lord, what do you think of me? "
The Teacup Ghost waved to Feng Pocket, and when the latter came closer, it lowered its voice and asked: "Feng Pocket, do you know what the bell is about?"
"Bell..." Feng Pocket groaned, and then looked embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know the specific reason. It's just that when I saw my benefactor ringing the bell, the group of guys would disperse. I just put it out as a precaution. Brought it out secretly..."
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"Hey, boy, today is the day you die!"
In the realm of things and myself, Wu Fan was running forward, but a sinister laughter suddenly sounded from behind. He turned around and saw the blue-faced ghost chasing after him.
"I promise to give you the death gas bottle, can you please let me live!" Wu Fan suddenly looked panicked and begged again and again when the blue-faced ghost blocked him.
"To be honest, I think you have a certain affinity for you, but it's a pity that this is King Yishan's order. I dare not disobey it!" After saying this, the blue-faced ghost was about to take action.
"I still have something to say!" Wu Fan gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up.
The blue-faced ghost didn't stop when he heard this, and sneered: "Boy, no one can save you! If you hand over the dead gas bottle honestly, I can do it without any scruples and give you a good time!" "
"Blue-faced ghost! King Yishan can let you attack me for the dead gas bottle, so you are not afraid that when you hand over the dead gas bottle, you will also die a violent death!" Wu Fan shouted.
"Uh..." The blue-faced ghost looked a little ugly when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy! Don't talk nonsense. King Yishan... he is not that kind of person!"
"Oh, I don't know what Yishan King is like, but the Qinggui King commissioned me to take a picture of this dead gas bottle! If it is lost halfway, forget it. Once it is found in the hands of Yishan King in the future, do you think Yishan King will hide it? Is this going to keep you safe?" Wu Fan said aggressively.
"This...this..." Hearing this, the blue-faced ghost felt guilty for a while. Unexpectedly, the boy in front of him hit his pain with just a few words.
Although the ability to pull threads in the palm of his hand was given by King Yishan, he is just an ordinary labor ghost team leader after all, and can be discarded by others casually...
Just when it fell into silence, Wu Fan, who was originally panic-stricken, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes, and murmured: "The knife in your hand is two inches long, and the palm door is open. Listen to my command, the kid is here!"
As the words rang out, Wu Fan's right hand turned into a knife and cut into the palm of his left hand. Then he saw a gap in the palm of his left palm.
As soon as the gap came out, a strong wind blew up, and I saw the little black ghosts crawling out of the gap with their claws and teeth, and then surrounded the blue-faced ghost like a swarm!
Speaking of this technique, Wu Fan secretly learned it in the jade slips in the underground secret room of Beifeng, but he never used it because of the evil nature of the technique. But it was this kind of evil-natured technique that saved his life at Evil Dog Ridge, and became his life-saving support at this moment!
Originally, in the realm of things and self, external objects cannot depend on each other, so Wu Fan cannot use this technique even if he is hiding in it. It was only when the opera ghost was hit hard and his evil energy spread that Wu Fan felt the presence of the Yin Qi, and waited until the right time to activate it.
"Boy! How dare you deceive me!" The blue-faced ghost was restrained in place by a group of brats, only to realize that he had been deceived.
"Ha! The old immortal and the opera ghost were attacked by you to protect me. Do you really think that I would flatter you just to fight for a chance to survive for a while?" Wu Fan sneered, "But... I saw you hesitated just now, I must have You must have realized it a long time ago..."
"Damn it!" The blue-faced ghost's expression suddenly became ferocious when someone revealed his scar again: "What happens next is my own business. Today... I'll kill you first!"
After saying this, I saw light flowing in the palm of the blue-faced ghost's hand, swinging the silk thread around him!
After releasing so many imps in one go, Wu Fan couldn't bear it. Seeing this group of imps, he might be able to delay for some time, so he withdrew and prepared to gather enough Yin Qi before taking action again!
"Boy! Don't even think about escaping!" But at this moment, the blue-faced ghost was already in a state of madness. He just wanted to get rid of Wu Fan quickly, so he had no worries about taking action.
I saw it clenching its fists, stretching the silk thread straight, and cutting it straight towards the body. Then, the blue-faced ghost saw the black ghosts biting on the body being torn off along with the soul body, revealing the dense white bones.
Those black little ghosts were naturally unwilling to be driven away, and still wanted to get up and hug the blue-faced ghost. But how could the blue-faced ghost give them this opportunity again? They directly weaved the silk threads in their palms into a big net, and mixed up all the black little ghosts around them. Fragments!
Although Wu Fan had already seen that the blue-faced ghost was driven into panic by him, he did not expect that it would be so anxious that it would harm itself. I just feel that my legs are weak, as if the thread has been cut into my body...
"Boy! It's my turn now!" The blue-faced ghost dragged two bones and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, "But... I won't let you die so easily..."
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