Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The cell door was closed.

Moonlight poured down from the patio.

The fog is getting thicker.

The few people who were still noisy just winked at each other, and each cat went to the corner, covering their figures, holding their breath.

According to past practice, the moment when the unprovoked night mist is heavy, is the time when the murderer kills.

Now the fog color has appeared.

Has the murderer sneaked in quietly?

Where will he break into the prison?

door? window? Patio?

Or, enter through the wall?

Six pairs of eyes kept patrolling around the corners of the room.

Between hesitation.

"Crunch."

The main door of the prison slowly opened.

The thick fog rushed out of the door like a sluice sluice, and in the misty mist, a bright red dress quietly emerged.

The moonlight is radiant.

It was dropped from the bright night sky outside the house, blending with the fog.

The plain short clothes, thin swords and a hideous face are reflected.

The serial murderer visits as scheduled.

…………

Since it is an ambush, how can there be no traps?

At the gate, there was a big net on the beam directly above the house. The Zhang family brothers were pulling on the rope, breathing quickly; in the four corners, there were four small colorful flags standing in the corners, Feng Daoren's hands squeezed the technique, and his lips moved.

Just one step.

The murderer will step into the trap and cannot escape with his wings.

But.

Until the six people stared sour eyes and sweaty palms, she just stood firmly outside the door.

Ren that moonlight outlined the mist like sand, lingering on the thin and thin blade, climbing up the slender waist and plain white placket, making the evil ghost mask even more obscure.

But he didn't move for half a step.

...

Feng Chong licked his dry lips.

Although this young Taoist usually tried his best to put on a shrewd appearance, a few old Youzi had long seen that this was a raw melon egg who had just gone out of the mountain.

Right now, the prey has not stepped into the trap for a long time.

And at this time.

The ranger suddenly appeared from the hiding place, and Shi Shiran stood in the hall, confronting the ghost girl with cold eyes.

He was immediately taken aback and wanted to ask questions, but he was afraid to expose himself. The entanglement was endless, and Zheng Tong, who was next to him, also got out.

"That little gadget has long been noticed."

Tu Zi picked up the pole knife, "Bah Bah" twice, spit on the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to stand side by side with the Ranger.

"Why hide your head and miss your tail, even if you have a good time!"

He yelled loudly, but there was still no movement in the corner where the few people were hiding.

Until the ghost face girl took out a few coppers, threw them one by one, knocked the small flags flying, and knocked down the net. The few talents finally put aside their luck and walked out.

…………

The ranger carefully looked at his opponent.

The ghost face covers the face, and the real face is not clear, only a long, easy-to-break neck is exposed; tall but slender, lacking the strength to fight for a long time; the skirt is too long and it is not conducive to action; the length of the sword is suitable, It is too thin and thin, as if it breaks at the touch of a touch.

But just such a person, such a sword, made him, a man accustomed to fighting, feel a heavy pressure.

"It's worth a hundred taels!"

He said so in his heart.

Then silently drew out the second horizontal knife on the right side of the waist, the frosty blade was like snow, cold and light, this was a silent invitation to fight.

Although the other party was speechless, he readily accepted the invitation with action, and stepped into the house with a sword.

The ranger nodded, took a long breath, held the leaping heart, and said in a condensed voice:

"This knife is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one catty eight taels. It is made into steel from a hundred, and it is quenched as the front. Tianbao's four-year autumn..."

However, the words are halfway through.

I heard a burst of shouts in my ears: "How much nonsense!"

Zheng Tuzi rushed up like a whirlwind, raising his knife and laughing:

"Take a knife first."

The Zhang brothers also seemed to smell the blood and got a hyena, and followed them with a smile.

For a time.

It was the ranger who came out first, suffocating half a line, and lagging behind.

...

Zheng Tuzi used the blade as a horn, ploughing over like a bull.

The ghost-mian girl whirled, disappeared and reappeared suddenly in the misty mist, but she had already appeared behind Tuzi's side.

In the rapid swing of the thin and thin blade, it seemed to lose its shape and melt into the mist. At first glance, the ghost-faced girl seemed to rush towards Tuzi's neck with a cloud of mist.

Later, Zhang Shaonan rushed to help.

But instead of using two short knives in his hand, he threw a light, seemingly ineffective object.

But it was such a thing that caused the ghost-faced girl to halt and suddenly jumped away.

That thing fell on Zheng Tuzi, right on the forehead that he turned around.

"WTF?"

Tu Zi twitched his nose.

A smell of stench entered the nasal cavity.

Tear it off and have a look.

Him!

It's a lunar cloth!

Tu Zi jumped like a thunder, and couldn't take care of the ghost-faced girl. He slammed the stuff in his hand to the ground, jumping and cursing:

"You **** shrewd talent! If you throw this dirty stuff around, Lao Tzu will take your brother's head first!"

Zhang Shaonan smiled: "What are you afraid of? Isn't it the one who breaks evil?"

"Break your ancestor!"

There was a mess here, but Zhang Tong quietly touched it aside, not knowing where to shoot, and heard:

"Kang Dang!"

There was a loud noise.

A thick solid wood board covered with iron sheet was buckled down to seal the gate tightly.

He laughed loudly:

"Let your temptress be cunning like a ghost, don't you want to drink your grandfather Zhang's footwashing water? Now, where else can you go?!"

In wild laughter.

The ghost face girl looked around a little with a ghost mask.

Nearby, the Zhang family brothers are triumphant, and Zheng Tuzi is eager to try.

Ten steps away, the ranger Zhang Yi waited.

Farther, the Taoist Feng Chong held a yellow talisman, and the swordsman Xu Zhan had a long sword in his arms.

On the other hand, his retreat was broken, and he fell into the siege of six people.

…………

The ghost face girl who took the lead.

Maybe it was angry at Zhang Tong's words, his body flashed, and he went straight to the bullshit.

Zhang Tong sneered, and did not dodge, raised the whistle stick, looked at the direction, the needle pointed at the magnificence, and it hit the head with a stick.

In other words, one inch is long and one inch is strong. With such a sword for a stick, the ghost girl should dodge first.

But when the long stick approached her head, she moved a position out of thin air, about to let go of the stick, but the sword in her hand kept slowing, taking Zhang Tong directly.

The sword was too fast, too thin and too thin, and it didn't really look like it blended into the mist. It wasn't until a bit of cold light suddenly appeared before Zhang Tong that Zhang Tong was shocked.

There is no way to avoid it.

He shook his face and just twisted his wrist.

"Chang!"

It was the younger brother Zhang Shaonan who arrived in time, and the two swords overlapped, blocking the sword.

And the whistle stick in his hand... this kind of weapon was originally two sticks, one long and one short, connected by iron cords. As he twisted, the short stick in front shook out an arc, leaning towards the perineum of the ghost girl.

The ghost-faced girl who was going to carry the sword and then stabbed had to withdraw, but Zhang Shaonan grinned, as if the bone gangrene followed and rolled over, stabbing the ankle and the knee with a knife.

The ghost face girl had to retire again.

But Zheng Tuzi had already been killed, and Pu Dao unfolded, stirring the fog, and the whirlwind also circled her back.

...

The two brothers used a whistle stick insidiously, a short knife made the next work, and Zheng Tuzi's Pu knife opened up, but it happened to be able to check the omissions.

Rao is the swift and light body of this ghost-faced girl, and the sword light is dazzling with ghosts and charms, and can only be matched.

However.

I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional.

The main entrance of the prison was just as big as the four people fought together, and the sword and sword shadow filled the place.

The other three couldn't get in.

The swordsman was easy to say, far away, put a sword in his hand, just sitting and watching the success or failure.

The ranger stayed on the periphery of the battle group, but was unwilling to be lonely.

But as soon as he raised the knife to cut, Zhang Shaonan's neck was sent to the knife first; he picked up the knife again to stab, but Zheng Tuzi pushed his big **** to the front.

All in all, he was in vain of martial arts, only a long-winded mouth, one step behind, the knife can't be handed out!

He simply stepped back and swept the three of them with the pestle and knife.

On the other side, Feng Daoren also fell into the same embarrassment.

Brothers Zhang family, Zheng Tuzi and the murderer were inextricably killed. He held a yellow talisman with a half-syntactic curse in his mouth.

Let it go, I am afraid that he will accidentally injure his companion; if the murderer is captured or escaped, he hasn't done anything, and he may be ridiculed again. Where should he put his round face in the introduction?

Thinking of this, after all, the spirit prevailed.

have to!

Master Dao will show you the unique skills of these thieves.

He stepped back three or four steps in a row.

"Jushi Zhang, and protects the law for the poor."

After all, he stepped on Qixingkui's steps, and put on a long spell.

"...Fire Crow, Fire Crow, quickly listen to my call..."

While casting a spell, throwing many yellow symbols at the same time.

As soon as the talisman was released from his hand, it turned into a ball of talisman fire, which was dragged by his hand to form a huge fireball in the air.

The whole room was illuminated by the fire, and the mist was boiling.

Ore.

There was a cry.

In that fireball, there was a fire crow faintly fluttering out!

This hand horrified everyone in the field.

What are you doing in such a big battle?

Zhang Shaonan glanced hurriedly, and muttered: "Goodbye! This Taoist priest is really capable! You can't let him grab the silver you get."

Little thoughts were spinning in his mind, and his hands became harder.

Coincidentally.

The ghost-faced girl also seemed to be frightened by the fire, and her ghostly body skills suddenly slowed down.

Zhang Shaonan's eyes lit up.

good chance!

He raised his hand and threw a small cloth bag. The brother Zhang Tongxin next to him was eloquent, and the whistle stick followed out. He immediately blasted the small bag in the air, spilling lime in the sky.

Zhang Shaonan had been prepared for a long time. With the lime and fog covering, he rolled on the spot and turned over to the feet of the ghost face woman. With a flick of his wrist, the short knife took the opponent's waist and kidney.

The ghost girl hurriedly drew her sword to block it.

But this short-pawn fight is like playing chess. It is a wrong step, a wrong step, and a full set of ropes.

She hurriedly dealt with it, but she exposed the flaws in her side to Zheng Tuzi.

Where would Zheng Tong be polite? !

Dang Even yelled loudly against the glaring and choking lime powder.

"Suffer!"

Grab your body, hack!

This unstoppable knife fell on the ghost face girl in the blink of an eye.

A little joy just appeared on Zheng Tuzi's face, and then he felt that a knife with all his strength from here was not like slashing into human flesh, but like slashing into the void.

then.

At the place where the blade fell, the ghost-faced girl sank like a punctured urine bubble, and then it "wave" and dispersed into a fluttering smoke.

But Tu Zi couldn't stop, staggering and rushing over.

Also at this time.

Another ghost-faced girl appeared in the mist beside her, and she passed by Tuzi calmly.

at the same time.

The sword light is like electricity, straight to the ranger.

This sudden upheaval, let alone Zhang Yi's naked eye, even Li Changan couldn't react.

He can lift a knife, and the ghost-faced girl has wiped from his armpit like a light smoke.

He froze suddenly and fell straight to the ground.

And the ghost girl didn't stop, and rushed towards Feng Daoren.

The poor Taoist was casting the law to the key point. He couldn't stop or walk. He had to gritted his teeth and worked hard to stimulate the mana, chanting chants in his mouth eagerly.

"...Help me, punish the wicked traitors. Anxious like a law..."

pity.

A slender but hard fist took the lead and threw the last word back into his belly.

immediately.

Feng Daoren put a jet-black eye socket, his eyes tipped over with Venus.

As for the half-formed fire crow in the air, after a few screams, it was swept into a few sparks by the ghost-faced girl, and finally annihilated.

This time the rabbits flew up and down, which was a long time, but in fact it was only a short time.

The three people recovered and saw the situation in front of them.

"God's thief!"

Zhang Shaonan was anxious and frustrated. He wanted to catch the thief in one fell swoop, but he didn't want to be teased and killed two accomplices.

He was raging right now, guilty of humiliation, without thinking, carrying two short knives, and going up to fight again.

The two brothers used to advance and retreat together. In addition, although the two brothers were not good at martial arts, they were able to fight for several rounds by means of street fighting.

Zhang Tong didn't hesitate now, and followed him with his whistle.

However……

"Click".

Zhang Shaonan, who yelled for "the thief", rolled his eyes while holding the broken arm.

There was a "chao".

Zhang Tong, who had said "Witch", flew out with a broken leg and hit the wall without any movement.

In the blink of an eye.

There are only two left in the group of six.

The swordsman swallowed, changed his posture, and quietly moved his steps inside; Zheng Tuzi picked up a pinch of tusks, but he stood up and rushed up again with his sword.

The ghost face girl still only flashed and suddenly, but her figure movement was more than a thousand times faster than before, as if a stream of light passed by Zheng Tuzi's side, the rapier in her hand vibrated, and a few strands of hair shook off.

Zheng Tuzi stared at his bull's eyes and murmured in his mouth:

"Zhi Niang, originally used grandpa as a cover."

The plump body shook three times and fell to the ground limply.

In this way, only the swordsman Xu Zhan remained in front of the six people standing in front of the ghost girl.

She turned the ghost face over, and saw the swordsman who had been in the same shape for a long time, neatly retracted the sword into its sheath, walked into the corner, and squatted on the ground with her head in her arms.

All right.

Now there is no more.

…………

There is no big prison under the sky that is spacious and bright.

Deep in the prison, the fog became heavier.

The light created by a few torches on the wall, and the mist that blended with darkness impenetrably, only seemed to be more like a ghost in the mist.

Quietly all around, only mosquitoes, mice and ants made some soft noises under the fog.

The beggar is in a cell deep in the prison.

He shrank in the corner, staring, no longer shouting hungry, just motionless, as if the opponent's fighting outside turned on deaf ears.

Suddenly.

His sluggish face trembled slightly.

Just looking at the door of the prison, in the long narrow corridor separated by a fence.

There was no footsteps, and a red dress drifted over.

The mist is misty.

The grimace that came to claim his life turned at him coldly.