Quickly wear the heartthrob: She is always coveted by others

His words had no beginning or end and directly condemned people. Yu Huan was dumbfounded.

"No, how did you tell?"

"Intuition," he said slowly.

Yu Huan: “…”

He Ling spread his hands, blinked Bo Ling Bo Ling's big eyes, and said seriously, "It's really intuition, well... it can also be said to be the sixth sense."

Yu Huan felt tired, "Speak seriously."

After teasing people, He Ling stopped when he felt good. He looked at the sleeping bus driver and smiled casually, "It's the smell of blood. His hands are stained with the smell of blood. In addition to those two girls, he should have killed many others." Man, he smells bad and disgusting."

Along the way, every villager has more or less yin energy in them, as if they have been living with underworld creatures for a long time, and the yin energy they carry varies in severity.

The old village chief of Taoyuan Village and the bus driver were the most affected by the evil spirit.

This bus driver killed too many evil people, and all of them were innocent people. He was surrounded by evil spirits, and he didn't know how he survived until now.

He Ling thought to himself that after death, such a person would probably go to the eighteenth level of hell to atone for his sins.

Yu Huan floated over and sniffed the air carefully, his expression a little confused, "The smell of blood, how can there be the smell of blood? Why can't I smell anything?"

She felt that He Ling was bluffing her, but his serious look didn't seem like he was faking it.

He Ling looked at her sideways, pretending to sigh, and said with a half-smile, "Maybe the smell of blood is too light. If he has a scent, maybe you will notice it faster than me."

Remembering her praise of Cheng Yu Qingxiang, He Ling's eyes darkened, and his heart felt like a jar of vinegar, sour and bitter.

What a grown man, he still wears perfume on his body.

Bah, what a slut!

Yu Huan didn't know the little man's thoughts.

Hearing the word "fragrant", Yu Huan got goosebumps all over.

Where does the fragrance in the mourning hall come from? I'm afraid it's not meant to scare people to death.

She frowned and simply stopped worrying, "Are you sure it's him?"

Yu Huan had actually believed in He Ling for a long time. He usually seemed lazy and out of tune, but sometimes he was quite reliable.

She asked again, just to confirm.

But He Ling misunderstood. He thought Yu Huan didn't believe me, and said angrily: "If you can't believe me, why don't you ask that insidious heavenly master? His words must be more credible than mine!"

When he said this, no matter how slow Yu Huan was, he could still hear his strange aura.

She said helplessly: "Don't make trouble."

"Making trouble? Do you think I'm making trouble unreasonably?!"

He Ling gritted his teeth and was furious.

The black energy on his body surged, and the ends of his eyes turned red, as if he was about to lose his mind in the next second.

"Bam—"

A fierce wind passed through the hall, and the heavy coffin lid on the black coffin was lifted by the wind, and it fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Yu Huan subconsciously tilted his head and was so scared that his heart almost exploded. This was a real-life version of a coffin-lifting plank!

Guilt, sin!

Sorry, no offense intended.

She thought sincerely in her heart.

After reciting silently, Yu Huan looked at the instigator and angrily shouted, "He Ling, calm down!"

Seeing the male ghost's tense face, with little flames still hidden in his eyes, Yu Huan scolded him with a straight face, "If you keep making trouble, I'll ignore you."

"Ignore it, ignore it..."

He yelled angrily, but under Yu Huan's increasingly cold gaze, He Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, his heart was inexplicably panicked, and his voice gradually became quieter.

"...I'm not making trouble, please don't glare at me."

Yu Huan didn't want to talk to him for the time being, and was about to step forward and close the coffin lid.

At this time, the huge noise finally woke up the sleeping bus driver.

"what sound?"

The bus driver opened his eyes, his brows filled with annoyance. He stood up and took a look, and was stunned.

The coffin lid actually fell down.

"Has someone been here?"

He muttered to himself, and without thinking too much, he patted his butt and stood up. He hurriedly lifted the lid of the coffin, and veins suddenly popped out on the back of his hands.

He was small but very strong, and he could lift the heavy coffin lid by gritting his teeth.

By some mistake, Yu Huan mustered up the courage to take a look inside.

There was no body inside, but a paper figure lay inside.

There seemed to be a black box placed on the belly of the paper man.

Yu Huan still wanted to take a closer look, but the coffin lid had been slowly closed.

"Huanhuan..."

His weak call came, and her back was lightly poked.

Yu Huan wanted to give him a cold shoulder, but ignored him.

Now the bus driver is guarding the mourning hall. There is really something weird in the coffin, and it is not convenient to explore it.

Come over and take a look when no one is around, maybe you can find something. Although she doesn't know what the black box is, Cheng Yuqing, who is a heavenly master, may have clues.

Judging from the bus driver's proficiency in Taoyuan Village's mourning hall, he and their group of passengers are definitely not on the same page.

Yu Huan thought as he flew back.

After flying a little further, she turned her head and realized that the guy hadn't followed her at all.

Really!

Yu Huan ground his molar teeth and drifted back.

She glanced around a few times and found a certain ghost squatting on the steps outside the mourning hall. He lowered his head, his back was dim, and he was holding a small stick in his hand and drawing circles.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and the bus driver lay down again. Otherwise, if someone saw a wooden stick moving out of thin air, he might be scared to death.

Yu Huan stepped on the circle he drew, snatched the small wooden stick from his hand, broke it directly, and threw it to the ground. He performed the operation as fiercely as a tiger.

He Ling raised his eyelids to look at her blankly. The female ghost's beautiful face was filled with anger, and her eyes wanted to tear him into pieces.

He blinked and glanced at the discarded stick. Was she seeking revenge? Are you still losing your temper?

So childish.

But, it's kind of cute.

His heart felt soft, and he wanted to laugh a little, but he was afraid of irritating her.

Yu Huan asked him angrily, "What are you still doing sitting here? Why don't you follow me!"

He Ling stood up, stared at her with lowered eyes, looking a little aggrieved, and whispered to her, "I thought you were angry and abandoned me, so I didn't dare to follow you."

Yu Huan chuckled, "I don't know, when did you become so courageous?"

Still pretending to be with her!

It's obviously just out of anger.

"Stop talking, let's go back first."

Yu Huan didn't want to argue, it wasn't a big deal in the first place, it was just a small fight.

"Then you are not angry?"

He Ling probed carefully.

"I'm not angry anymore." She glared at him angrily.

"I didn't mean to cause trouble, I, I had a reason."

He followed her, floating here and there like a noisy little black butterfly.

Yu Huan gave a faint "Oh" and asked cooperatively, "Then tell me, what's the reason?"

"You praised that sinister heavenly master before..."

He paused and said angrily, "He came to my place to show off, and I was super angry."

There was a huge question mark above Yu Huan's head, "Praise him? When did I praise him?"

He Ling said: "You praise him!"

Yu Huan: “…”

"Then that insidious, cunning, black-hearted, evil-minded trash Heavenly Master shamelessly showed off in front of me. It's disgusting!"

He Ling gritted his teeth and cursed again, with extremely rich vocabulary, which made Yu Huan fully feel his anger.

What a coincidence, as soon as he finished cursing, Yu Huan and the young Celestial Master not far away looked at each other.

He heard it again.