Painted skin jade series

When Shi Yiming saw the white figure and rushed up to hug him, he was hit hard on the head, raised his head, and met a frosty face.Subconsciously, he quickly let go, stepped back a few steps, and called out to his cousin, thinking why he was smiling in the painting just now, but he was still a cold person when he walked down.

Shi Yiming didn't see the Taoist priest invited by his family standing beside him.A burst of white smoke flashed by, and Chen Yuhui felt someone grab her hand, and she floated back.

"Monster!" The Taoist shouted, and the shining long sword pushed away the white smoke, the sword flashed in front of him, and stopped.

Qi Shan blinked his eyes and was stunned. The two identical Chen Yuhui in front of him thought of something, and turned around to give Shi Yiming a vicious look.Shi Yiming shrank his neck and asked, "Why two cousins?"

Knowing that it was the evil ghost who had approved the skin, but the long-term soaked jade ring gas covered the ghost smell, so it was hard to distinguish for a while.By the way, Yu Lianhuan, whoever has Yu Lianhuan on his body is a ghost, right?Even if it was Chen Yuhui who stabbed... the Taoist suddenly grinned.

Of course, Chen Yuhui knew that it was a ghost who was holding her hand. He looked at him, and the same self looked back, with a vaguely familiar smile in his black eyes. Who else but him?Chen Yuhui wasn't afraid anymore, she didn't let go of her hand, didn't say anything, and let her body be pulled back and forth.

The bright sword light struck in front of her eyes, and Chen Yuhui felt relieved, wondering which part of her body the sword would stab?Blood, it will spurt a lot.Will the little Taoist be very sad when he knows that he killed the wrong person?The sharp sword light didn't greet him as he wished, and he tightened his hands, and a figure blocked him.

Li Meijue thought that the little Taoist would not be able to recognize him if he put on the same skin. He thought that the little Taoist would not dare to strike rashly, but when he floated up to block the sword that was slashing at Chen Yuhui, he knew that he had lost. This was a trap. , but he is willing.Chen Yuhui still held his hand dumbly, and when Li Meijue fell down, she smiled and said softly, "I don't want to see you get hurt."

The little Taoist smiled. He always thought he was very smart, and now he thinks he is even smarter.He knew that if he hit the ghost with his sword, it would be fine. If he made a mistake, the ghost would come up to him by himself, as long as the sword was hard enough.The bet is the heart.

Now, the evil spirit fell to the ground, and the human skin took off, revealing its original shape.The little Taoist knew he had won.He smiled happily, and picked up the human skin on the ground. The painting on it was Chen Yuhui, with eyebrows, siblings, and everything.The little Taoist smiled: "It's quite similar." With a flick of the sword tip, the human skin shattered into pieces and flew away with the wind.Seeing that the ghost was still struggling, the little Taoist stabbed again with his sword, and the ghost turned into a cloud of jade-colored smoke, surrounded by a small cluster of flames. The little Taoist took out a mahogany bottle, put it in, and muttered: "It is worthy of being sucked into the fire dragon's lair." The soul of the Earth Qi has an unusual shape."

"Simply, a good man has done his best to save the ghosts in this house." The little Taoist threw more than a dozen talisman papers into the air, murmured something, and waved his sword, a circle of wind surged around his body like a hurricane. The sword sank into the ground, ten times A few pieces of talisman circled in the air, and then plunged into the ground. Seedless fire ignited out of thin air, and countless Sanskrit mantras in the enchantment vibrated until the fire was extinguished, the talismans were exhausted, and the mantra disappeared.Put the sword back into its sheath.

Where no one has seen it, the sixteen Jade Buddhas of the historian have lost their aura and become as dim as a stone.

When Shi Yiming saw the ghost peeling off his skin, he couldn't catch his breath and passed out on the ground.

Chen Yuhui stood aside from the beginning to the end without speaking, with a small white jade ring in her tightly clenched hands.He pursed his lips and watched the little Taoist priest cast spells. The scene in front of him caught his eyes and mind, as if he lost his soul.

When the little Taoist priest came over, Chen Yuhui suddenly smiled, but the resoluteness and indifference resurfaced in his brows, and the flow seemed to be covered with thin frost, completely lifeless.

Qi Shan didn't know what to say.

Chen Yuhui said: "Let's go back."

Qi Shan said: "Okay." He kicked Shi Yiming, who was lying on the ground, fainting like a corpse, jumped over, and followed Chen Yuhui.

Qi Shan shook the small wooden bottle in his hand and said, "I'll put him back in the tomb and press a piece of talisman paper, so he won't be able to get out."

Chen Yuhui said: "Okay."

Back in Wang Sheng's room, the little Taoist took a red pill and smacked it in his hand. The pill was pulled by anger and melted and swelled, jumping like a living thing, and fell into Wang Xu'an's chest cavity.The little Taoist exhaled, applied medicine to Wang Xuan's closed wound, and turned to Chen Yuhui with a smile: "It's all right."

Sure enough, after a while, Wang Xu'an gradually began to pant.