Little son, he insists on catching ghosts with me

Bu Hua pushed aside the wildly growing weeds and stood in front of Baiyang Temple.The wooden plaque has been eroded to such an extent that the words on it are almost unrecognizable, and the view is even more bleak.He hasn't returned these days, and the weeds have grown as high as his waist.

Bu Hua bowed, and found the room where the master told him to store valuable ancient books based on his memory.

Apart from the master, the only one who can enter and exit this room is the uncle.

The master said that this ancient book has a spirit, once a dishonest person enters it, it will be ignited and burnt.

So these years, Bu Hua never stepped in, he was afraid that Master's painstaking efforts over the past few decades would be ruined by him just like this.But today, I have to enter.

Bu Hua looked at the cobweb-covered and weed-overgrown door in front of him, and knelt down.He kowtowed three times, lay down on the ground, and said: "Master, disciple Buhua is guilty and dishonest, but he has to go inside to find it. Master, if you have a spirit, if you have not entered reincarnation, please forgive me for being rude. "

After about half a moment, Bu Hua got up and grabbed a handful of stones.He wiped off the ashes and pushed open the door.

squeak-

The wooden door made a harsh sound because it had not been repaired for a long time.Bu Hua stood at the door, but did not step in.He looked at the dusty bookshelves in the room and frowned.

He had never set foot here, so he naturally didn't know how the books were classified.Moreover, when listening to the discussion between the master and the uncle, it seems that there are many institutions in this house.Not only guard against outsiders, but also guard against disciples who do not listen to persuasion.

But there is no way, and now I have to bite the bullet and enter.

Bu Hua first threw a stone in, and seeing that there was nothing abnormal about the tiles in front of him, he walked in, picked up the stone and threw it towards the nearest bookshelf.

click -

The stone got stuck somewhere, and there was no movement of falling to the ground.Bu Hua narrowed his eyes and took a few steps tentatively.He looked up, looked at the bookshelf as tall as two of him, and frowned.

Even though he knew that the ancient book was kept here, it would take him a day and a night to find the bookshelves in the room.But one day and one night...too long.

Bu Hua's ears moved, he turned sideways, jumped up suddenly, turned over and fell back to the ground.And on the tiles he had just stood on, there were a few tiny silver needles.

clack clack-

Something started to turn slowly, and Bu Hua turned around, only to find that the door had been closed, and he was trapped in darkness.

"Huha, Huha, Huha..." Wan Lin stopped, panting heavily.He swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, staggered, and knelt in the white snow.

whispering sound!It's too difficult!It's too difficult! !

Wan Lin climbed up from the snow again, he didn't care to shake off the ice slag and snow on his body, so he hugged the ten-thousand-year-old ice and continued on his way.The wind and snow in this extremely cold place is far more violent than when he came.If it is said that the previous ones hindered his progress, then this present one is here to claim his life and kill him.

Swish-! !

Before Wan Lin could take a few steps, an ice edge flew past his left hand behind him.

Wan Lin frowned, ignoring his swollen and cracked left hand, and quickened his pace to walk towards the edge of the cliff when he came.But Bing Leng's master didn't intend to let him go.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, and Wan Lin's hood was thrown off.The snow slammed into his face with crushed ice, and burrowed into his clothes along his scarf.

"The word lingering is really very suitable for you..." Wan Lin stopped, bent down suddenly, and avoided the ice edge flying towards his head, "Oh, it's so dangerous. Grandpa This handsome long hair is almost gone."

Looking back, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and an ice man was slowly walking towards him.It looked at Wan Lin, whipped its long whip, and the snow was blowing like snow in an instant, and Wan Lin backed away in shock.With a cry of surprise, he tripped over something, leaned back, and fell into the snowdrift.

Fortunately, the snow that was already as thick as his calves fell on him all at once.Wan Lin yelled in his heart that something was wrong, when he wanted to turn over and get up, he found that he couldn't move.

In the ears, there is the sound of snow being trampled on.

Whoosh-!

After Bu Hua hid sideways into the bookshelf, the silver arrow was nailed into the middle of the bookshelf.His heart sank, and he waited quietly for a while, and after the sound of the machine gradually died down, he appeared again and slipped into a row of bookshelves in Lingling.

This storage of ancient books naturally pays attention to classification.

He was naughty when he was young and was punished to sort out the cabinet books.It took him two days and two nights to record the location and number of the book before it was released.

If you follow Master's habit...

Buhua threw a few more stones and scattered them everywhere.He took the opportunity to jump up, grabbed the edge of the bookshelf, and quickly glanced at the books in front of him.

Not these.

Then it can only be on the opposite side.

clack clack-

The sound of gears turning again, Bu Hua clicked his tongue and moved to the left, trying to see where the mechanism was located.But the room is full of ancient books, it is really endless.He let go and landed on a wider edge on the second floor.The moment it fell, he clearly heard the sound of the old bookshelf, as if he was very dissatisfied with his rude behavior.It leaned forward, Bu Hua quickly straightened up, and stuck it against the edge of the bookshelf, so as not to fall from the height of the two floors.

Cold sweat broke out on Bu Hua's back, and he thought of offending in his heart, so he grabbed the edge carefully again.With a little force, he jumped back and landed gently on the ground.

Ring-ring--ring--

A bell rang from somewhere, and the sound of gears turning suddenly stopped.Bu Hua stuck out half of his head, but he didn't hear the sound of the hidden weapon flying.

Have the opportunity!

Bu Hua rushed out.

Although he didn't know the reason, but since the sound of the gears stopped, he quickly rushed to the opposite bookshelf.But when he stepped on the second tile, the sound of gears sounded again, and it was very hasty, driving something.Startled, Bu Hua leaped vigorously and rushed towards the gap in the bookshelf.But the hidden weapon was extremely fast, and after Bu Hua felt the pain of his arm hitting the ground, he felt the flesh of his leg being cut open.

But now I don't care about so much.He lay down on the ground and scanned the books in front of him. He raised his arms, grabbed the edge, got up, and climbed to another bookshelf.

Bu Hua's heart beat fast, as if someone was beating a drum in his heart.He frowned, and his right leg felt obviously swollen.

This feeling should be poisoned.

"Uh..." Bu Hua's hand holding the edge began to tremble slightly.Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and gradually he can no longer use his strength, "That's bad."

Narcotics.

Bu Hua smiled wryly in his heart, and forced himself to climb up to the top of the bookshelf.

He was a little tired, and he took a few deep breaths to recover.He stood on top of the bookshelf, concentrating his spiritual energy.

According to Master's habit, he would infuse the book with spiritual power to preserve it.

so......

"Open—!!" Bu Hua stomped his feet violently, and the ancient bookshelf was instantly torn apart, and the books were scattered all over the place.

His lips were a little pale. If it weren't for the ancient books infused with spiritual energy under his feet to support him, he might have fallen off the bookshelf of the two-story building.

Fortunately, I found it.

Wan Lin felt that he could hardly breathe.As soon as the snow collapsed, it all fell on him.And now, the spirit that turned into something unknown was standing on his chest.That feeling is as uncomfortable as having a heavy ice cube pressing on your body.

The hand holding Wannian Bingbing was almost frozen and lost consciousness.Wan Lin could only grit his teeth and hold on, not daring to use half of his spiritual power.

Anyway, he couldn't move his body, Wan Lin thought, how about playing with this ice cube?

This ice cube seems to have no self-awareness.It would only follow the traces left by Wan Lin, and now that he fell into the snow like this, the traces would disappear in an instant, and it would naturally not move.

Got it!

Wan Lin tried to open his eyes, but luckily the snow was soft and did not press his eyes.It's just a little cold and makes people want to cry.

Wan Lin pushed hard, and managed to catch his breath.He frowned, tried to move his arm, and soon drew a snow trail.

Sure enough, the ice moved a little after seeing the new traces, and finally only one foot was on Wan Lin's body.Wan Lin hastily took a few more breaths.

His face must be flushed now, and his movements must be very embarrassing.

How to distract this mindless ice cube?

Wan Lin began to move his body while thinking.

If this thing has no self-awareness, then it should not feel that it is moving with it.

When Wan Lin was struggling to move, something clicked him.

Gee.

Wan Lin frowned, he couldn't free his hands to take it, he could only feel what it was with his waist.He moved left and right, and finally realized what it was.

his dagger.

Wan Lin stopped, and already had a plan in his mind that he thought was incomparably brilliant.

It's better to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Wan Lin took a deep breath and stood up with all his strength, his face flushed, and he managed to lift the ice cubes on his body.He held his breath and turned slightly to one side.Then he fell down suddenly, shook the dagger away, and slid tens of meters away.At the same time, the Iceman jumped off Wan Lin's body, squeezed it into the air, and the ice edge appeared out of thin air, flying towards the direction of the dagger.

Wan Lin's nerves were tense, and when the sound of snow being trampled on faded away, he turned slightly sideways and raised his head.After confirming that the Iceman didn't notice him under the snow, he turned around, bowed slightly, and fell on the ground.Wan Lin closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and rushed out with all his strength.He ran towards the edge of the cliff so fast that his feet were almost numb.In the pitch-black pupils, there is only a firm light.

Whoosh-!

Whizzing--!

Wan Lin leaned forward suddenly, tripped over the edge of the cliff, and something pierced his back.In an instant, the blood stained the snow red, reflecting a bright color.Wan Lin's lips were purple from the cold, and no part of his exposed skin was intact.He gritted his teeth and stood up, looking at the icicle piercing his chest, Wan Lin smiled.

Behind him, the Iceman has arrived, ready to go.

Wan Lin hugged Wannian Hanbing, smiling as if the openings weren't on him, and didn't care about the blood on his body.He looked at the Iceman and smiled even brighter, "What a coincidence, you managed to find the position of your heart, but I'm still alive and well." After Wan Lin finished speaking, the Iceman flicked his long whip Running towards him.

"Master's heart has been eaten away, you want to kill me? You can practice for another thousand years." Wan Lin raised his eyebrows, stretched his right arm and leaned back.

He fell toward the cliff.

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