Urban Witcher

Although Zhuang Yuning accepted these ghosts mentally, she still felt deep fear when she saw the scary faces, and this time the little ghosts walked over together. Drill into Ye Shaoyang's arms. Among every two people who watch romance, one has registered an account on °.com.

"Uh, don't, don't," Ye Shaoyang quickly took out a bottle of alum water from his backpack, asked Zhuang Yuning and Xiao Ma to wash off the grass fruit pulp from their eyes, and then sprayed some seven-star grass liquid again. The same as before, what I saw was a group of simple and cute children.

Zhuang Yuning finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had seen their real bodies, he would feel better if he couldn't see them.

The group of children came to Ye Shaoyang, the little girl returned the ghost nails to Ye Shaoyang, and said: "Master, we have all smelled it, this is probably the smell of a little ghost named A Xing..."

Before she finished speaking, a little boy with a mushroom head said, "It's not A Xing, it's Lao Jiang's. I remember the smell."

"You're wrong, it's Ah Xing!" A little boy wearing glasses next to him pushed him and said.

The mushroom head was angry, and said: "You can talk as soon as you say, why push me!"

"You mislead the arch master, what's wrong with pushing you, it's not like you haven't pushed me." After speaking, he pushed him again.

The two started fighting in front of Ye Shaoyang and the others, the two little girls stepped forward to persuade the fight, and the rest of the brats stepped forward to boo and fight.

The man wearing glasses grabbed Mushroom Head's hair and pulled it hard, pulling his head off.

"Oh my God!" Zhuang Yuning exclaimed. Pony also felt a chill in his heart.

Ye Shaoyang didn't respond, he folded his arms and continued to watch, occasionally watching the brats fight, it was quite amusing.

After the head was pulled out, the body of the mushroom head was not only fine, but grabbed the shoulder of the boy with glasses, inserted one hand into his stomach, and when he pulled it out, he held a hot heart in his palm and squeezed it hard. A stream of black blood flowed out immediately.

"Hurry up, give me back my head!" The voice came from the mouth of the head that was hugged by the boy with glasses.

"Ouch, ouch, don't pinch my heart, put it back quickly!" The boy with glasses cried out in pain.

"You put your head on me first!" The mushroom head continued to pinch his heart.

"Ahhh, give me your heart first!" The boy with eyes yelled loudly, pressing the head with one hand, and stabbing the middle and second fingers of the other hand into the two eye sockets of the mushroom head. With a puff, the eyeballs burst open. A stream of black and red liquid sprayed out.

This time Mushroom Head also yelled out the pain, but squeezed the heart even tighter, and the boy with glasses moved his fingers back and forth in his eye socket, both of them screamed in pain.

The scene looked bloody and weird, Zhuang Yuning frowned tightly, trembling all over, "Brother Shaoyang, this..."

"It's just messing around, it's all right."

"It's just messing around..." Zhuang Yuning stared at the tragic scene in front of her, dumbfounded.

Ye Shaoyang said with a smile: "You can't use the human condition to judge. As long as the ghost is immortal, no matter what kind of injury the body suffers, it can recover. Otherwise, how can we perform the art of transformation?"

Zhuang Yuning nodded, accepting it in her heart, but the visual stimulation was too strong, and she was still very uncomfortable.

Seeing this scene, Ye Shaoyang walked over, kicked the two of them, and said, "Stop making trouble, get up and tell me something serious!"

"The master has spoken, get up!" A bigger ghost kid next to him rushed up, snatched the head from the glasses boy, kicked it out like a football, circled in the air and then flew back, landing automatically. On the neck of the mushroom head.

Mushroom head quickly threw the heart to the young man with glasses, held his head with both hands, shook it a few times, adjusted the position, and pressed down, a bright light flashed on the wound, and the wound disappeared immediately, returning to cleanliness.

The boy with glasses also stuffed his heart back, rubbed it, and he recovered as before.

The two little guys were lying on the ground weakly, unwilling to move.

"Tell me quickly, who is the owner of this piece of ghost nails?" Ye Shaoyang asked, looking across the faces of many little ghosts.

"It should be Ah Xing." The little girl said, "It is a ghost with a ghost body in the human world. It lives nearby. It seems to be abandoned by others. It also comes here to play when it has time."

Ye Shaoyang and Xiao Ma looked at each other, their eyes lit up.

"Where does it live, take me there." Ye Shaoyang said, "After the matter is completed, I will burn three knives of paper and ten incense candles for each of you."

The little guys immediately showed pleasant expressions, and the two "wounded" on the ground got up and shouted at Ye Shaoyang: "Master, I will take you there!"

The older ghost child immediately glared at the two of them, frowned and said to Ye Shaoyang: "But Brother Guagua hasn't come yet, we have to wait for him here."

Ye Shaoyang was startled, "Who is Guagua?"

"It's our boss. He knows ghosts. Every time he brings us up and lets us play here. He asks us not to leave the playground. If we violate the rules, he won't bring us up next time."

After Ye Shaoyang heard this, he nodded secretly, the little ghost is still alive, there must be a leader, this guy knows how to restrict their actions, he is a guy who understands the rules. So he asked, "Where did he go and when will he come back?"

The little girl pouted and said, "He doesn't let us go out to play, but he goes out for a walk every time, and he will be back in about half an hour. Master, if you are not in a hurry, just wait a while."

"Understood, you can continue to play." After Ye Shaoyang finished speaking, he called Xiao Ma and the two back to the gazebo, waiting for the ghost named "Guagua" to come back.

"Is the little star they're talking about the little ghost we're looking for?" Zhuang Yuning asked.

"It's possible, but we won't know until we meet each other." Ye Shaoyang replied.

Zhuang Yuning thought for a while and asked, "How can we confirm the meeting? We don't know what Xiaoying's ghost looks like, and there are no portraits or photos."

Ye Shaoyang smiled, "Of course I have a way."

After waiting for less than ten minutes, a gust of cool wind blew from outside the gazebo.

"It's so cold." The pony immediately clasped his arms tightly.

Ye Shaoyang stood up, turned his head to look at the grove, his brows were slightly frowned, ghostly... so strong?

A figure wandered out from the woods, and by the moonlight, he could see his face. It was a boy of six or seven years old, wearing a beige double-breasted jacket, cotton trousers, and a handsome boy. Stupid. When Ye Shaoyang saw his attire, he felt a familiar feeling in his heart, as if he had seen it before?

As soon as the child came out, those little ghosts immediately rushed to meet him, cheering like a child seeing his parents.