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When Wang Xiaoming ran to the back alley, someone was already a step ahead of him.

The light was dim, and as soon as Wang Xiaoming, who was holding a short stick, stepped into the back alley, he was forced to take a step back by a cold breath, as if a huge ice bank had suddenly been opened in front of him.

It was indeed the child he had seen in the afternoon who was crying—and not only that child.

The man I saw on the road today was standing in front of the back door, holding a black umbrella, and was still knocking on the door with the other hand. When he saw Wang Xiaoming running over, he stopped.

There is one more person.

It seemed that he rushed to the back alley one step faster than Wang Xiaoming. He was standing between Wang Xiaoming and the black umbrella man, his back was facing Wang Xiaoming, and he was carrying a huge mountaineering bag. like a statue.

Wang Xiaoming took a closer look, and found that the child was lying face down at the feet of the black umbrella man, still crying, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

Wang Xiaoming's palms were sweating.

As soon as he saw the black umbrella, he knew he was reckless.

He had seen the man with the black umbrella when he came home, but he didn't know that the other party was the one who knocked at the door at night - if he had known that, he would not have rushed out so recklessly just now.

Although Wang Xiaoming did not learn skills from his grandfather, he is connected by blood. He inherited some instincts of a celestial master when he was born, such as yin and yang eyes.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes have no yin and yang boundaries.

As soon as he saw the Black Umbrella man today, he immediately knew that the man was not a stranger—he had no vitality at all.

And as usual, ghosts can't come and go during the day, and strong light and solar energy can reduce the yin energy.

And this person can actually stand on the street with people coming and going during the day.

It is true that some ghosts are so resentful that they can transform into parasols. Such ghosts are usually female ghosts, and they hold umbrellas that are as red as blood.

And this one is not a female ghost, and the resentment is so heavy that it turns into a black umbrella, which is much more dangerous than the red umbrella.

Red Umbrella Wraiths are rare. Even Wang Dazhuang, who has been a celestial master for decades, may have never seen a black umbrella.

Black umbrellas can completely block sunlight, so people occasionally see strange people walking in the sun with black umbrellas in broad daylight, covering their whole body so that no skin is exposed. If they encounter such things, they must be evil, and they can stay as far away as possible. ——Even if you just take a look at it from a distance, a person with a light horoscope will suffer from a serious illness.

Wang Xiaoming secretly groaned inwardly. I am afraid that Wang Dazhuang would not act hastily when encountering this thing. He is just an ordinary student. If he is not lucky today, he may be in danger.

And today he is not the only one here, the unlucky ghost with the bag in front of him bumped into him from nowhere, and was also bumped into by the black umbrella man, and he was not even sure about escaping, how could he take this unlucky ghost away with him?

Seeing two big living people coming, the black umbrella man stopped knocking on the door and slowly put away the umbrella.

Wang Xiaoming stared at the opponent's movements, but felt numb in his hands and feet, so he could only hold the short stick tightly in his hand to prevent the opponent from suddenly violently attacking others.

But no matter how prepared he was, it was useless. Wang Xiaoming stared at the man with the black umbrella, but felt that the man with the black umbrella had already approached him in a blink of an eye.

The guy with the backpack was still standing in front of Wang Xiaoming, and he moved surprisingly quickly, and the black umbrella man slid in front of Wang Xiaoming in an instant!

It wasn't until then that Wang Xiaoming really saw what the other party was.

I saw that the black umbrella man's complexion was pale, as if covered with a layer of ancient makeup, bloodless, without facial features, not even ears, like a huge shelled egg, only two slits were opened where the eyes should be The blood-red gap is not popular at all!

Wang Xiaoming's scalp exploded, he wanted to run away but he didn't listen, so he instinctively blocked it with his hand, the short stick in his hand flashed light immediately, the man with the black umbrella had already put away his umbrella, he was immediately moved back quickly by the flash of light, his movement was unstoppable Running like a human, but gliding like a reptile, it's really weird.

Wang Xiaoming himself was taken aback.

"Canopy ruler?" The unlucky ghost who flashed the black umbrella man's backpack in front of him just now said suddenly, with a trace of imperceptible surprise in his voice.

"Wh-what ruler?" Wang Xiaoming survived the catastrophe, he was a little out of breath.

However, he understood that the things he picked up casually from his grandfather's table just now saved his life. He didn't pay attention to it in a hurry before, but now he felt that the short stick was surprisingly heavy. When he looked closely, the whole body was pitch black, with many yellow lines engraved on it.

This is probably Wang Dazhuang's magic weapon, which can restrain that black umbrella man.

Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that he would take out a magic weapon casually, just like picking up driftwood.

...but how to use it?

Wang Xiaoming tried to wave it.

Of course there was no response.

There's nothing like a switch on it either—how did this thing glow just now?

At this moment, the man with the black umbrella retreated ten steps away, staring at Wang Xiaoming with two blood-slit eyes, and slowly opened the black umbrella in his hand.

Wang Xiaoming cried out inwardly when he saw it.

As far as all the ghosts and evil things are concerned, there is no one who is not afraid of the cock crowing in the sun.

The short stick was able to shake the black umbrella man away just now, mostly because of the inexplicable light - but now the short stick has returned to its dark appearance, Wang Xiaoming has no idea what he did just now to make it glow .

Moreover, the umbrella of the Black Umbrella Man allows him to walk in the daytime, and if he wants to, it can block the light. Let him open the umbrella. Even if the short stick shines, it may not be effective for him.

Are you going to die at your back door tonight?

Wang Xiaoming could almost imagine the news from the S City Morning Post—a college student tragically died at the back door of his house, suspected of committing suicide due to excessive pressure near graduation, and his death was unsightly.

... must not let this happen!

How embarrassing!His computer hard drive hasn't been cleaned yet!

He can't die!

Wang Xiaoming's brain became hot, and by the time he realized it, he had already slammed the short stick in his hand at the black umbrella man!

The movement of the black umbrella man was much faster than Wang Xiaoming's, and he obviously avoided Wang Xiaoming's short stick, and he slid two meters away to the side with a flash of his figure.

The short stick that showed its power just now fell to the ground with a bang, just like an ordinary fire stick.

The black umbrella man turned around holding the black umbrella.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize what he had done.

He threw out the only self-defense device in his hand!

Now even if Liu X is possessed, it is impossible for him to run over and pick it up the next time the Black Umbrella man pounces on him!

Fuck, it's game over now!

Wang Xiaoming saw the black umbrella man rushing towards him under the wind, so he had to turn around and run away.

But how could it pass?

In the blink of an eye, he felt a gust of cool wind rushing towards him. Just as he was screaming, the ground under his feet suddenly began to shake, and a shout came from behind: "Ann!"

The cold air hitting the vest stopped abruptly.

Wang Xiaoming looked back in a cold sweat and found that the Black Umbrella Man stopped less than half a meter away from him. The two gap-like blood-red eyes were now completely wide open, round like cat's eyes, extremely terrifying.

But he seemed to be trapped by an invisible cage, maintaining this posture of going straight to Wang Xiaoming, motionless, completely frozen.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming saw that the man with the bag had bypassed him and the man with the black umbrella to check on the child lying on the ground.

The child was no longer moving or crying. The man with the backpack turned him over, and Wang Xiaoming was taken aback.

There is a big hole in the child's heart.

"When I came over just now, I saw him being poked by the tip of the umbrella." The man squatting on the ground said.

The child was motionless now.

"Is this the kid from the neighborhood?" the man said, slowly lowering the child back to the ground.

Wang Xiaoming was silent for a while: "Yes."

This kid wandered into the back alley at some point, and Wang Xiaoming had never seen him before.

He didn't know how to save wild ghosts, so he had to let him squat by the trash can, ready to show the child when grandpa came back.

Unexpectedly, in less than a day, the child was poked by the black umbrella man until his soul was about to be scattered.

The grievances of the black umbrella people are concentrated on the umbrella, not to mention ordinary people, even ghosts can't bear it.

"We can't save him, let's save ourselves now." The man watched the child's body slowly disappear, and stood up.

Wang Xiaoming: "??"

"You don't think," he pointed at the black umbrella man who was still nailed in place, "that's all right?"

Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "Are you a celestial master?"

"I'm not." The man said succinctly: "This thing is too ghostly, I'm afraid the moving wall technique won't be able to calm him down for too long... ah."

As if confirming his words, the black umbrella man who had been immobilized moved his neck slowly.

Wang Xiaoming screamed: "Say this kind of thing earlier!"

"Run." The man pulled the backpack.

Needless to say, Wang Xiaoming quickly picked up Grandpa's short stick, and rushed out of the back alley. The man didn't know what was in his backpack, and ran with a clang, and followed him.

But the back alley, which could be left in ten or so steps, the two rushed for a while, but instead of going out of the alley, they got farther and farther away from the entrance of the alley.

The black umbrella man behind them had already started to shake slowly, as if about to break out of the prison.

"The sun rises and the east shines, copper bricks and iron bricks!" The man said loudly behind Wang Xiaoming: "An——"

There was another earthquake, Wang Xiaoming had no time to think about what he was doing behind him, he rushed out of the back alley, opened the store door as quickly as possible, and dodged into the house.

Just as he was about to turn around and close the door, the man with the backpack squeezed in together.

"Close the door," the man said.

Wang Xiaoming quickly closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

Wang Dazhuang not only installed a yin and yang lock on the back door, but also made a trap on the front door. As long as the door is closed, it is difficult for gods and ghosts to enter.

Even if the Black Umbrella man breaks free and chases after him, there is nothing he can do except knock on the door.

For a moment, the two of them narrowly escaped death, both panting from exhaustion.

In the darkness, the man spoke again: "Where's the lamp?"

Wang Xiaoming touched the corner to turn on the light, the circuit was restored, and the store lit up immediately.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming see clearly that the person carrying the backpack turned out to be a young man about his age.

The backpack behind him was too present before, and the back alley was dark, so he had no time to estimate what the other person looked like. Now that the light was bright, he saw that this person was only in his early twenties, with a straight nose, tall and thin, and a tall and straight figure.

"Are you Wang Xiaoming?" This handsome guy of unknown origin was also looking at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming = mouth =: "How do you know?"

"Why don't you open the door at home?"

Wang Xiaoming: "Huh??"

"I knocked on the door twice." The other party was a little impatient: "I thought you were dead asleep at home, no matter how hard you knocked, nothing happened."

"...Wait, you knocked on the door?"

"Twice." The handsome guy emphasized.

"Front door?"

"I knocked on the back door first, but no one answered, so I walked around to the front, and after knocking a few times, I heard a kid crying behind me."

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback: "So you... are human?"

The other party was stunned by this weird question, and then narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was, so it was you who knocked on the back door for the first time?Is a living person?

"I usually don't open the back door." Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to explain.

The other party understood: "Is Wang Dazhuang not here?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped talking.

"I know he's not here." The other party untied the backpack on his back and put it on the ground, scratched his wet short hair, then unzipped the backpack, and took out a black cat from inside.

Wang Xiaoming watched in horror as the other party shook the cat roughly, and then the sleepy (actually it looked dead) cat shook its head and barked twice.

He hung the cat on his shoulder before looking at Wang Xiaoming.

"That's why I came to you."