Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"What's in it?"

Li Datou was lingering looking for the key, and the ghost story trio looked through Li Changan's backpack exhaustedly.

I checked the notes, voice recorder, camera and other items earlier. There is nothing to say. There is only a half-arm-long iron tube, which is sinking. The lid is tightly sealed and cannot be unscrewed. I don't know what's inside.

Together, the three of them found a hammer and wanted to smash it open to see what happened.

But the hammer has just been raised, and it hasn't fallen yet.

The iron tube buzzed and trembled suddenly.

Wang Mazi, who was holding down the iron tube, let out an "ouch", as he was stabbed with a needle, and suddenly retracted his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"These things are leaking electricity!"

He sucked his finger in his mouth and swore vaguely. This battle attracted Yang Sanli's attention. He beckoned, and the three of them obediently took a towel and wrapped the iron tube thickly a few times, and handed it over.

However, that's just a little bit of effort.

The iron pipe shook more and more.

When it arrived in Yang Sanli's hands, it was as if something was about to split out.

The people in the hall were discussing in a gossip.

"What's in it?"

Batteries, cameras, tripods, portable fans, etc. There is a mess of speculation, and some people even say it is a remote-controlled bomb.

Until a voice from far away threw a rather unreliable answer.

"sword."

This group of people was talking nonsense and making noises, but when they heard such a ridiculous answer, there was a burst of laughter, but the voice became even more unreliable.

"Flying sword."

You have read too many novels!

The absurdity is really hilarious, but the laughter in the hall is a little bit smaller than before.

Wang Mazi grinned and laughed a few times. Suddenly, he found that the atmosphere was a little cold, his eyes rolled around, and he saw General Manager Yang's expression uncomfortable, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and followed his gaze.

I saw inside the hall, at the doorway connecting the corridor, leaning against a person who shouldn't be here.

The foreign reporter who was stuffed into a stone lattice to eat cockroaches.

Li Changan.

...

"Mr. Li is really good at it!"

Yang Sanli stared at the Taoist priest for a long time, then suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

All the black "security guards" in the hall stood up and silently picked up their portable steel pipes and machete.

Yang Sanli pushed his glasses.

"I want to live!"

As soon as this statement came out, such as an order, these "security guards" swarmed with grim faces.

However, Li Changan closed the door unhurriedly, before the first steel pipe was hit.

I pressed the light switch on the wall.

The whole hall plunged into darkness.

…………

The hall was originally a mess of things.

Not so cold, the group of "security guards" who rushed over aggressively were unlucky.

Those with their thumbs hitting the legs of the table, the second child hits the corner of the table, the car can't stop the car, and the car can be stopped by others.

It's dark.

First, the ping-pong-pong pounding sound continued.

Then, there was a mess of screams and scolding.

After a long while, someone finally awakened and took out his mobile phone.

However, as soon as the faint light came on, it suddenly rose high and fluttered away.

When flipping in the air, the glimmer swept past the position beside the owner of the phone.

Illuminated a ghost-like shadow, and a steel pipe whizzing down.

"Snapped."

The phone fell to the ground, the screen flickered a few times, and finally went out.

It ended with one, there was a crisp sound of broken bones, and a short howl.

Suddenly there was silence in the hall, and then suddenly it boiled!

...

Yang Sanli saw all this in his eyes.

He was a little restless.

The development of the matter exceeded his expectations.

He actually didn't care how Li Changan escaped from the stone prison, it was nothing more than the negligence of his subordinates, or the rescue by outsiders. In any case, as long as you catch this courageous reporter and break a few bones, it will be obvious and obvious. However, he looked at the field...

The hall is noisy, bright or dark, and the mobile phone lights are shooting everywhere, but the hall is too big, too dark and too messy...Everyone is like a headless fly, waving the guy in his hand, buzzing with his voice, just Occasionally, the light catches the shadow of the attacker, but it will inevitably be accompanied by the wailing of his companion's hissing lungs, and then disappear into the shadow, causing even greater chaos.

It looks like a cat teasing a group of blind mice.

Yang Sanli thought so.

Immediately, a "mouse" shook the phone and ran into it in a panic.

Yang Sanli really couldn't bear it, got up and grabbed the man. The man was also dizzy, and he raised the guy in his hand.

"Look clearly!"

Yang Sanli drew the opponent's head to his eyes.

"it's me!"

These idiots are simply hopeless.

"Do you catch cats (hide) with him?"

He almost sprayed the leek leaves between his teeth on the opponent's face.

"Go and turn on the lights!"

The man unexpectedly showed a look of enlightenment, nodded hurriedly, and was about to turn his head to obey.

Sudden.

There was a scream out of the noise in the ears, and a steel pipe came out of the darkness and hit the "security guard" firmly in the face.

Just a moment.

Yang Sanli smelled the rust mixed with blood, heard the bones "click" under the impact, saw the man's eyes protruding and congested, saw the blood on his cheeks shaking and shaking, and saw the deformation of the gums "burst" out a molar tooth.

"what!"

He staggered to the ground with a scream.

The molar shattered the glasses, and the broken lens pierced the eyelids.

At this moment, his right eye was already dripping with blood, but instead he tried to open his eyes wide. He saw his hands slumped on the ground and his eyes were absent. A steel pipe that was slightly bent and flat and stained with mottled blood, and the figure holding the steel pipe was a little fuzzy on the edge of the light.

It's him!

Yang Sanli only felt that every vellus hair was blowing up. He hurriedly grabbed the iron tube next to him and blocked him.

But in a faintly audible sneer, the man just put a finger on his lips, slowly backed away, and sank into the darkness.

Subsequently.

The sharp roar pierced the darkness and overwhelmed the noise of the room.

Yang Sanli was hoarse.

"He is here!"

………

It's like dropping a boulder into boiling water.

The sound almost turned the pot in the hall.

Everyone gathered here buzzingly.

"President Yang, how are you?"

A sturdy man arrived first. Yang Sanli recognized him as a little boss in his hand. He was always reckless and impulsive. He always disliked the opponent with well-developed limbs and simple mind. But now, grasping the strong arm that the opponent stretched over, he actually felt an indescribable sense of security.

However.

at this time.

The familiar screaming sound was accompanied by that familiar, bent, flat, blood-stained steel pipe poking out from the darkness.

"Crack."

Still right in front of his eyes, the arm he grasped was folded 90° inward from the elbow joint, and the broken bone stubble raised the flesh and skin high. And what was disconnected with it was the string of reason in his mind.

Yang Sanli was going crazy.

Howl.

Like a frightened mouse, it sprang out with both hands and feet.

But no matter where he flees, the screams and the terrifying sound of smashing flesh and bones are like bone gangrene, chasing him, biting him, pushing him...until the last light source goes out, and the last scream is silent. .

The hall was completely dark, with only crying and moaning one after another.

He finally eased his senses, and realized that he did not know when he had shrunk to the corner. He shivered and climbed up against the wall, groping for a familiar thing in his hand.

That is a switch.

"Snapped."

The long-lost Guangming returns to the hall.

Yang Sanli's body suddenly stiffened, and his pupils shrank sharply.

That man, no, that demon, was standing in front of him, just four or five steps away.

…………

Yang Sanli stared at Li Changan.

In his eyes, the opponent's forehead was covered with sweat and his breathing was slightly heavy, but his expression was calm, as if every corner of his clothes revealed a taste of leisure, as if he had returned from an early morning walk. Only the steel pipe in his hand was covered with a layer of red blood, and its shape became more and more distorted, like an epileptic red snake, which was about to jump up suddenly.

Yang Sanli didn't dare to look any more. He avoided his sight and saw the natural mess in the hall behind Li Changan. The "security guards" fell to the ground, a little holding their limbs and crying, and some groaning like undead frogs. Twitches from time to time, and others are motionless and silent.

died?

His heart trembled.

But the other side seemed to see through his heart.

"rest assured."

Li Changan wiped off the blood stains on his face with his sleeves, and replied unconvincingly:

"I have a sense of measure."

Immediately, he dragged the steel pipe and approached slowly and slowly.

Yang Sanli wanted to scream and ran away immediately.

But fear blocked his throat, making him silent, and his legs were filled with lead. He could only close his eyes in despair and wait for the trial to come.

However.

"Bring it."

"What?"

Yang Sanli opened his eyes blankly and saw Li Changan pointing in his arms.

"What's in your arms."

Then he looked down stupidly. It turned out that he was too flustered before and forgot to let go after holding the iron barrel.

At the moment, for some unknown reason, the towel wrapped around the iron tube and even the clothes it got close to was inexplicably shattered into shreds, revealing **** flesh.

Huh? Why?

He was at a loss when the iron tube trembling again, and bursts of tingling pain came from his skin.

He struck a spirit, and quickly handed the iron tube back.

...

The iron tube here is naturally the Feijian sword embryo.

Even though it was so well-behaved in Li Changan's hands, it was essentially a fierce weapon. Li Changan didn't dare to put it at home, otherwise, all the ghosts in the house would have to give this sword to Huohuo this time.

This is not.

Yang Sanli held it for such a small amount of time, and was cut with blood dripping from the escaping sword energy.

Yang Sanli panicked by himself, without noticing it. Li Changan had been distracted and soothed the sword embryo, for fear that it could not hold back the fierceness, cracked out, and cut the group of people in the field into bits and pieces.

The purpose of his trip was to help Captain Yuan turn around, collect evidence, and bring down the local evil forces. Just like in the ancient world, escorting the white lotus saint was to accomplish Yan Xinglie's unfinished ambition. Otherwise, wouldn't it be more clean and tidy after a sword?

Li Changan packed up Feijian, staring at Yang Sanli, but his mind was flying beyond the sky.

How to deal with this guy?

To be honest, the Taoist's current situation is not good, and trickery also comes at the price of trickery. The "Chonglong Jade" driven by the "drive the gods" is himself, it is like cutting out a piece of the body of the soul. It is easy to separate, and if you want to pinch it back, it will take some time to bridge it.

Taoist priests are now literally unsuccessful. Otherwise, there is no need to play the tricks of sneak attacks in the dark before, and there is no need to play so many ruthless hands.

Now he feels that his body is getting heavier and heavier. If Yang Sanli slows down to run, he might not be able to catch up in the wilderness.

never mind.

Break his leg.

As a result, in the horrified eyes of Yang Sanli, Li Changan raised the steel pipe in his hand high.

And at this time.

"Do not move."

The two of them turned their eyes in amazement and saw that the door leading to the corridor was opened at some unknown time, and a rusty barrel and a pile of colorful hairs came out from it.

…………

When luck comes, I can't stop it! Let me make a fortune!

Fang Dun'er laughed out loud.

There was no way up and down the barren mountain. He climbed all the way from the mountain and "shuttled" it down. Not to mention, the sky was completely dark.

In the desolate and miserable place, leaning on the light of the mobile phone, he hurried back to the quarry with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

I was wondering if the **** had left any food for themselves. Unexpectedly, from the window, I saw the scene where Li Changan held the steel pipe and pressed the switch.

Without thinking about it, he concluded that these **** must kneel.

At the beginning, the reporter was able to smash my brother with a few bamboo sticks, but now, people have steel pipes in their hands!

Fang Dun'er wanted to run away at the time, but the wound on her buttocks was still not clear.

I can think of my own "great plan and great cause", and seeing the shotgun in my hand, my courage regained my heart. But it's definitely impossible to just break in so rashly, and you will be sapped if you are blinded by a black light.

So he turned his mind, turned in from the window on the side of the house, and rounded out the corridor through the corridor.

Hey!

Unexpectedly, he made a wonderful achievement in one fell swoop!

"Mr. Yang is not afraid, I am here!"

He pointed his gun at Li Changan, and stepped in front of Yang Sanli. The corner of his eyes stared at Yang Sanli, clearly seeing the other's expression from despair to surprise, and then from surprise to ecstasy.

Fang Dun'er was ecstatic.

Become the leader, marry Bai Fumei, and embark on the pinnacle of life, just today!

But before that, there is one more important thing to do.

He took a step forward, put the muzzle against Li Changan's head, took out the phone in his buttocks, and opened the selfie.

In the front camera, he pointed his gun at his opponent, and every colored hair swayed with a sense of spirit.

"kneel."

The simple words reveal infinite pride and joy.

"Shout, Dad!"

Naturally, Li Changan wouldn't do what he wanted. In fact, the Taoist priest didn't even raise his hand. He just patted the crazily trembling iron barrel, and said calmly:

"too close."

"What's the matter?!"

Fang Dun'er couldn't believe her ears.

"Have you figured it out? What is this? A gun!"

"Is martial arts great? Believe it or not..."

Sudden.

Fang Dun'er's gun hand tightened, and the words stopped abruptly.

He was shocked, and subconsciously pulled the trigger, but he was shocked to realize that the trigger could not be pushed down. He fixed his eyes and saw that the other hand had grabbed the gun body with one hand, and his little finger had passed through the guard ring and was in it. Behind the trigger.

"I say……"

Li Changan's voice is not hurried or slow.

"You are too close to me."

Having said that, Fang Dun'er only felt his wrist numb, and the black hole's muzzle had already been turned and aimed at himself.

Oh humiliation.

Ruined.

He wanted to cry without tears, so he heard the other side say.

"correct."

Li Changan stared at the bunch of colored hair, vaguely familiar.

"What did you just say to shout?"

Fang Dun'er didn't answer in a hurry, but turned her head slightly, and saw Yang Sanli's shocked, desperate and vicious eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh up to the sky.

Time comes and the world is the same force, it is not free to transport heroes!

Push Jinshan down Yuzhu.

"dad!"

…………

Li Changan doesn't care that he has such a colorful son.

But this shotgun can be regarded as a timely rain.

With it, you don't need to care about your physical condition, and to prevent the other party from escaping, the legs of these two people are interrupted.

Li Changan found a place to rest in the hall and used guns to coerce the two of them to tie up the "security guards" all over the floor.

Then, they escorted the two through the corridor and into the stone cell.

The stone prison is still the same, dark and damp.

Li's head was lying in the doorway, motionless like a corpse.

This guy was shocked before, and such a big movement in the hall did not wake him up. Right now, Fang Dun'er was **** easily and moved aside.

"Mr. Li, do you have any more orders?"

Yang Sanli asked tremblingly.

Li Changan grinned, like Huang Laowu in the previous ghost story, leaning on the door frame and squinting his eyes.

"Didn't you call these stone grids ‘living coffins’?"

The gun shot at them.

"Open the coffin and scatter."