Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

"Didn't I say you can't let people in?" The Taoist glared at a man in a white shirt, "Why didn't the elevator stop!"

The other two apologized again and again, not caring about Shang Yiyi, and called one by one.

The Taoist turned his head to look at Fang Yiyi, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Little girl, no matter what you are here for, this is not the place you should be here today, if you want to survive, leave quickly, go back and forth from wherever!"

When he was in the elevator, his sight was blocked, so Fang Yiyi noticed that there was an incense table on the right side of the elevator door. On the incense table was a simple incense burner with three unlit incense sticks inserted in it.

decent.

"Are you here to catch ghosts?" Fang Yi also felt strange, so there really are Taoists who catch ghosts, are they from Maoshan?

Seeing that he didn't listen, the Taoist's eyes became more fierce, "If you tell you to leave, you will leave!" While speaking, he winked at the other two people.

One of them had already finished making a phone call, so he walked over knowingly and stretched out his hand to Fang Yiyi.

Fang Yi also dodged to the side, but the man caught nothing.

"Don't add to the chaos!" the man said, and came to catch Fang Yiyi again.

Fang Yiyi was like a slippery loach, with a turn of his footsteps, the moment he touched it, he moved behind him.

The man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't seem to be able to react. Fang Yi was also displeased and said: "What are you driving me to do? I'm not here to make trouble. You just catch your ghosts."

The Taoist was also stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "Who are you!"

Fang Yi also muttered: "I told you that you don't even know each other."

While speaking, she turned her body to the left as if she had eyes behind her back, and once again accurately avoided the man's grasping hand, she turned her head and said, "Uncle, you can't catch mine, don't waste your efforts .”

"Are you here to make trouble?" The man gritted his teeth a bit.

The Taoist pointed at her, and asked again: "Who are you? Are you an enemy or a friend?"

Fang Yiyi was also in a dilemma: "I'm really passing by, and I want to ask who you are, whether you are an enemy or a friend." She glanced at the black mist that seemed to be a little closer in front of her: "These two are your assistants. ?"

At this moment, the compass in the Taoist priest's hand started to spin wildly. He glanced at it and said, "No! You two should leave quickly! Little girl, if you have the ability to protect yourself, stay here. If you don't, then stay." Hurry up and go with them!"

The two men did not refuse, and walked away.

running elevator

Next to the stairs, take big steps with your legs open, and take two steps at a time, for fear of walking slowly.

"..." Fang Yiyi watched the two men leave, and said to the Taoist priest, "I don't know if I have the ability to protect myself, but I'm here."

"Are you also invited by Mr. Fu? Why didn't I hear him say it?"

Fang Yi was also taken aback, and said, "Mr. Fu you are talking about is Fu Ansu?"

The Taoist said in surprise, "Aren't you?"

Fang Yi also shook his head, took out two cymbals from his bag

The Taoist didn't know, so he asked, "Did you get on and off the band just now? Are you from the funeral band?"

Fang Yiyi didn't know what to say, so after thinking for a while, he said, "I'm an amateur." As she spoke, she lightly shook the cymbals.

"Are you here to exorcise ghosts? If it's just for fun, don't stay here. I'll tell you first. When ghosts really come, I can't keep you." He still didn't think Fang Yiyi looked like an insider.

There is no one in the industry who wears clothes sloppily and has disheveled hair, and they are afraid that they will trip over their own clothes before the fight begins.

Wearing leggings, a long shirt, and no hair tied up, Fang Yiyi said sincerely, "It's okay, Daoist, you just do what you have to do."

When they were talking, the black ghostly aura had already spread over.

The Taoist priest took out a mahogany sword from his sleeve, drew a beautifully curved sword flower, and swung the wide sleeve in a semicircle. Pointing at the spell with the tip of the sword in the air, he shouted loudly: "The wind is coming!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, Fang Yiyi's loose shirt blew loudly, and her long hair flew wildly. She quickly raised the cymbals to cover her eyes, so as not to be blinded by the blowing. The flow of ghost energy around.

The black ghostly air was blown to the sides abruptly.

With the Taoist priest as the center, a place with a radius of five meters is surrounded by a thick ghost atmosphere like an island surrounded by sea water.

The Taoist kept moving, the peach wood sword swung again, and the blade of the sword crossed three sticks of incense sticks, and the sticks of sticks emitted green smoke immediately, and the smoke scattered in all directions, and was sucked in by the churning black mist, giving off the stench of rotting corpses Gradually float out.

The Taoist stood still with his sword in his hand, and Fang Yiyi was taken aback for a moment by his smooth and flowing movements.

Sensing Fang Yiyi's eyes, the Taoist laughed disdainfully: "Next, I and you will have to rely on yourself."

After the words fell, a biting chill came from behind him.

The Taoist priest's expression changed immediately, and he blurted out: "Be careful!"

Fang Yiyi's eyes

She didn't blink, but the momentum around her changed abruptly. She bowed forward and took a step, followed by a neat and beautiful roundabout kick.

The thing that attacked quickly from the black mist was kicked back into the black mist by Fang Yiyi. The speed was as fast as when it came, so that no one could see what shape it was.

Fang Yi also stood up straight, and the aura around her body softened as the movement ended. She came and went quickly, retracting and releasing freely, as if she hadn't kicked that kick just now.

She nodded: "Okay, thank you." The words she spoke were soft.

The Taoist priest was stunned, and after two seconds of silence, he said: "...you're welcome." After a pause, he said again: "I can't tell, you've practiced before."

Fang Yi also rubbed his nose, stared at the ground, and said with a guilty conscience: "Well," she didn't practice much, mainly because she slept a lot.

Taoist: "It's coming again, be careful!"

As if they had made an agreement, countless squirming corpses rushed out from the black mist in all directions, and smashed at them. Although they were not accurate, but the number was huge, Fang Yi was also forced to jump up and down. The cymbals blocked several blocks before they were hit.

Compared with Fang Yiyi's embarrassment, the Taoist priest is much more unrestrained. He released a string of spells in the air like playing mahjong, followed by his body flying into the air, and spun around in the air. The peach wood sword pointed across the spells in turn, Draw a little bit of Mars.

"Scatter!" The Taoist shouted loudly, and the talisman flew towards the nearest piece of meat, clinging tightly to it, without stopping, flying straight back with the piece of meat, holding down a few more pieces in the process, heavily When it fell on the ground, the spell burned, and the orange flames quickly covered the bloody piece of meat. After a while, there were many small orange fires on the ground.

If you look closely, you can still see the pieces of meat wriggling in the fire, like huge maggots writhing unwillingly in the fire.

Fang Yiyi glanced distractedly, and was taken advantage of. A piece of flesh, which seemed to be the neck, was in a blind spot of her defense, and came straight towards the face.

Fang Yi also clenched his teeth, raised his leg and kicked a flying piece of meat with the toe of his shoe. Before the piece of meat resumed its wriggling, the cymbal followed and slapped it hard.

The piece of meat flew out and hit the piece of meat at the neck. The two pieces of meat collided and fell to the ground on the other side.

Fang Yiyi turned his footsteps, ran two steps, and came to one of the piles of burning meat.

The one that fell to the ground flew towards Fang Yiyi persistently.

Fang Yi also kicked the nearby piece of meat into the fire.

Meat immediately burns

Come, but there is no spell covering it, it can still move, and a few pieces of burning meat fly around for a while.

The Taoist was taken aback, and the other party also said in his busy schedule: "You are crazy! It will cause a fire!"

Fang Yiyi was a little confused by the yelling: ""It turns out that not all fires that can burn ghosts are dedicated.

She watched the Taoist priest jump up and down and cast spells following the pieces of burning meat, and thought to herself, this is no way at all.

Fang Yi also said to the Taoist priest: "Master Taoist, hold on, I'll look for the launcher!"

"Hello!" Before the Taoist came to remember what to say, Fang Yiyi's figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the black mist.

There was no piece of meat in the black mist to attack her.

It is here that the smoke and dust are billowing, and the black mist is hazy within half a meter, and you can't see your fingers beyond half a meter, but fortunately, she can feel which direction the gloomy coldness is coming from.

Fang Yi also ran towards the most eerie location carefully and quickly.

While running, I stepped on something soft and elastic.

The thing seemed to be still moving, and Fang Yiyi felt that his shoes were entangled.

"!!!"

She was startled, only felt her scalp go numb, and quickly whispered: "Life is a drama!"

The shoes were suddenly loosened.

Fang Yi also exhaled, squatted down, and after seeing clearly, even though she saw too many disgusting scenes, she almost vomited from nausea.

This pile of things turned out to be the tongues of countless entangled people.

The base of the tongue was broken unevenly, as if it had been torn off abruptly, the cracks were in a mess, and some were still chasing after procrastinating pieces of meat, entangled with countless tongue tips, forming a ball the size of a volleyball. Which secreted some sticky transparent liquid, stirring it constantly.

Fang Yiyi's hand holding the cymbal was trembling slightly.

She didn't even want to hit them with her own cymbals.

As soon as the cymbal went down, the shots were scattered, but there were a few tongues on the surface of the cymbal, and Fang Yi felt his scalp numb just thinking about that scene.

But it can't be left alone.

Fang Yi also sighed, with the mentality of trying it out, took out the lighter, lit it, and carefully moved the small blue flame close to the tip of her tongue that was closest to her, and the flame ignited instantly, With the tip of the tongue as the medium, the tongue is rounded in the blink of an eye.

The tongues wriggled and struggled, each of them first became huge and round like inflated, and then exploded with a 'bang' after reaching a certain size.

Fang Yi also felt that he used his cymbals to block the flying dregs.

but two seconds

, the wriggling tongue turned into ashes and disappeared.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared next to him.

Fang Yi also stood up abruptly and turned around to look.

A female ghost in a bloody white dress with disheveled hair stood quietly within five meters.

The black ghost fog lingered, adding a bit of terror to her.

Fang Yi also frowned, she felt that the coldest breath came from this female ghost.

Fang Yi also held his breath, clenched the cymbal tightly, and watched the female ghost slowly raise a hand, pointing her index finger at her.

"You have no heart!" The female ghost's voice came from the loose black hair.

Fang Yi was also taken aback.

"You actually burn other people's tongues, why are you so alive, can't you afford to play with it?" The female ghost's hanging arm was bent backwards, bent into an abnormal arc, like a normal person raising her hand to wipe her face As if, he wiped the back of his head.

Fang Yiyi: "?"

While humming, the female ghost tore off a corner of her skirt and held it with her hands, her arms bent into a strange arc, and the back of her head made a sound of blowing her nose.

Fang Yi also looked at her hair where the face should be, and at her forward-facing ears, guessing that the grimace and the back of the head had switched positions.

"嘤嘤嘤" the ghost cried softly, as if crying very sadly.

Fang Yi was also a little bit at a loss, but she didn't relax her vigilance. She said, "What are you doing with your tongue on the ground?"

As soon as she spoke, the ghost suddenly stopped crying. It whispered softly, pinching its tone, saying: "The tongue should go where it should go. I like to return to its place~~"

With that, she turned around.

Fang Yi also found that he had lost his mind.

Not only was the position of the back of the ghost's head and face reversed, her facial features, where the eyes and nose should have been, all had a long, slippery tongue drooping.

"Little sister, those tongues are very precious. They are a reward from the master. You burned my tongue, so use your tongue to return it to me." The sticky liquid that slipped down from the tongue was lifted up by the tongue at the nose, and licked off. The two tongue tips touched and entangled, and the tongue in the mouth licked the white lips, saying, "Help you return to your place."