Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

The old woman just stood there indifferently, as if she didn't care about Fu Kuan's tactics at all.

Of course, Fu Kuan also understood that the old woman might be torturing him.

When a person's will collapses, it is the time of death.

He is very clear about this.

So, this old woman is messing with his mentality!
At this time, those corpses had also been completely revived and merged with the paper pierced man.

Fu Kuan's face changed, and he immediately tried his best.

The Demon Tower Formation under his feet rose up directly.

Tang Chuchu was inside the barrier, and what she saw was heart-wrenching.

"Brother Fu, be careful!"

"Don't worry, these are vulnerable."

There were rays of light in Fu Kuan's eyes.

To him, this old woman is challenging his limit.

Seeing an unrecognizable corpse walking towards him, Fu Kuan's face darkened, and he immediately aroused all the yang energy in his body.

The next moment, the old woman flew towards him.

"Brother Fu!"

"boom!"

A palm hit him firmly on the chest.

This palm doesn't have much strength, but it does enough damage.

Fu Kuan's chest suddenly became pitch black.

And after the old woman offered this palm, she didn't want to continue to strike, but immediately took a step back before Fu Kuan could react.

What's the meaning!
Fu Kuan couldn't understand the old woman's tricks.

But right away, he understood.

The old woman's palm left a black line on his chest, and this black line happened to excite all the surrounding corpses.

Fu Kuan was dumbfounded.

After he discovered this, he looked back at Tang Chuchu.

No!

If he and Tang Chuchu shared the same silver fire barrier, the gain would outweigh the loss.

The big formation on the soles of the feet also immediately spun.

Bursts of dim light emerged, and the footsteps of those corpses also slowed down a bit.

But the next moment, Lin Mu immediately withdrew the formation, but flames appeared all over his body!

The corpses rushed towards him immediately, the nearest one was only one meter away from his body.

Fu Kuan's complexion changed, his arms relaxed, and then floated around his body. This posture was very similar to Tai Chi.

A cluster of flames ignited, and Fu Kuan's clothes were all reduced to ashes at this moment!

Tang Chuchu quickly turned her head away.

This scene is really too scary.

On Fu Kuan's body, the flames gradually grew stronger, and he was about to be completely engulfed by the flames.

And his body was also moving.

"呲-"

The flames directly pushed back a corpse that rushed forward, and there was a burnt smell in the air.

The mist also became thicker at this moment, and those southern accents and northern tunes sounded again.

Fu Kuan frowned, didn't all the paper-stitched people melt into the corpse?How could there be these voices!

Could it be that these corpses didn't fully revive the paper doll?

He was not in the mood to care so much, and continued to manage the flames on his body.

As the flames increased, the entire mountain forest emanated a threatening heat wave.

The old woman looked at him coldly from the side all the time, but stepped back a little.

The overwhelming heat wave rushed towards those corpses, directly turning them into fly ash!
Fu Kuan was under a lot of oppression, he always felt that he was in a furnace right now.

Just like the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun back then.

Casually exhaling hot air from his mouth can freeze the surrounding air a bit.

This is the power of the ghost master, and it is also spiritual power.

He cleverly combined the two forces.

And these are his own strengths.

The screams one after another came to his ears, but he was unmoved.

These corpses should rest in peace.

This old woman is uneasy and kind, no wonder he!

"Edict!"

He shouted angrily, and the corpses around him all stopped at this moment.

"boom!"

All the corpses exploded and scattered on the ground.

The flame on Fu Kuan's body was gradually extinguished.

After completely disappearing, he quickly pulled out a piece of clothing from the space and put it on for himself.

"Thanks for the foresight."

He smiled and looked at the old woman.

"You... are not simple."

After the old woman said these words slowly, she disappeared in place.

Fu Kuan withdrew his Ding Yinhuo and smiled slightly.

"never mind."

Tang Chuchu hadn't recovered from the scene just now, she didn't expect it to end so soon.

It's just that Fu Kuan's body looks quite weak now.

"Are you OK?"

Tang Chuchu asked carefully.

Fu Kuan waved his hand, but his body fell on Tang Chuchu's body obediently.

Now, he almost doesn't even have the strength to walk.

He took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It will be fine in a while."

Fu Kuan was also a little surprised when he heard the Southern accent and Northern tune coming from a distance.

Could it be that these voices were not made by the paper dolls?
impossible!
He shook his head and stood up straight away.

"These voices are very ethereal and seem to have no distance."

Tang Chuchu guessed.

If it is said that those paper figurines have completely collapsed, it is absolutely impossible for such a voice to come out, but now, there is only one possibility!
"There are still paper figurines left, or rather, not paper figurines!"

Fu Kuan looked at the fog not far away, and immediately glanced at Tang Chuchu.

Tang Chuchu immediately understood and nodded.

"go!"

Tang Chuchu quickly supported Fu Kuan, and the two of them walked towards the fog with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

As they went deeper into the woods, something seemed wrong to them.

Because there seems to be no end in this forest.

"It wasn't so far when I came, right?"

Tang Chuchu asked.

"The forest is very big, but it is absolutely impossible to be so big. We walked for more than an hour, but we are still going around here."

"Is it a ghost hitting the wall?"

"It's even more impossible."

Fu Kuan smiled.

How could he be such an old fritter that he couldn't tell whether it was a ghost hitting the wall or not.

"Then what's the situation?"

"Maybe it's because of the fog."

Fu Kuan waved his hand in front of his eyes, but it was still hazy.

Moreover, the mist was filled with biting coldness, which made the two of them shiver.

"There's only air-conditioning, no yin, and there's nothing weird about it. There's only these noisy voices with southern accents and northern accents. This is not reasonable at all."

Fu Kuan smiled and sat down directly against a big tree.

And beside them was a low grave.

Fu Kuan patted the dirt on the grave.

Tang Chuchu was a little puzzled by Fu Kuan's actions.

"The soil is a little wet. Has it rained these days?"

"No……"

Tang Chuchu shook her head.

"It's here!"

"what?"

"This grave bag is here!"

Tang Chuchu felt a chill down her spine.