Qi Lechuan nodded stiffly, his eyes stared at the Fu Yan, "People have the division of yin and yang, and the ghosts have good and evil. Evil ghosts need to suppress one side to be safe.

"Maoshan?" Zhang Rishan only knew Jiumen, and never heard of such a group.

"It turns out that he is not a fortune -telling." Qi Lechuan opened the book again and read it to the last page.

It is written in blood on it.

Zhang Rishan looked down and saw her look back, so he let go. After all, the child was a child. She would be afraid, but he would try his best to soothe the child's emotions. He must be sober and rational, otherwise no one can leave this train alive.

Then, then

Qi Lechuan sorted out his emotions, raised his feet into the door, and reached out to touch the coffin.

She seemed to have guessed the real story, but she just needed to verify. She is sure that the note in her hands is fake.

On the other side, while the moonlight, Zhang Qiling walked towards the first carriage. The low -headed people when they came in disappeared. It was empty, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

Zhang Qiling stopped his footsteps, and the eyes covered by the hair were a little silent. He turned his head and could only see the cold jaw line.

His slender index finger and middle finger quietly explored the scabbard.

I saw the sharp blade out of the sheath, as if opening my eyes, splitting in the dark corner.

The other party responded quickly, and the figure dodged very quickly.

"Brother, ghosts still have to use this way of ghosts, use this." Qi Lechuan arrived, throwing a peachwood sword to Zhang Qiling.

This sword was tailor -made during her five -year -old birthday. It was a peach and wood toy suitable for five -year -old children. Fortunately, she opened it.

Zhang Qiling took a short knife in his hand, too much.

However, this also deal with the best weapon of the walking corpse.

He suddenly fell into the corner, with great strength, and nailed the other party directly on the train leather behind.

Qi Lechuan was shocked, and a few times wanted to ask this peach sword to be her?

Zhang Qiling turned on the flashlight and handed it to Qilechuan. Zhang Rishan looked silently next to him. The ancestors of the Zhang family had a strong lead. He was willing to protect this child. It may be a good thing.

Qi Lechuan's small hand holds the flashlight. With the light yellow light, he can see the monsters in the corner, and the white fluff has grown on his body. If it is carefully raised for a few years, you may use it to slaughter the city without the power.

She was a little uneasy in her heart, so the white -haired zombie was nailed to death?

I just wanted to go closer. The three clear bells sounded, and the white -haired zombies suddenly moved. The red bloody eyes stared at the child.

It has a sensitive sense of smell, relying on human breathing to distinguish the orientation. It can not feel the pain in the corpse, and only the Mao Shan Tao people can control it.

If you want to kill completely, you must burn it with fire.

So this is just the beginning.

She looked down, a little unconfident, or hesitant.

"Deputy Officer, now I do n’t know how many walking corpses are on this train. Only Maoshan Taoist can control them. The capture of the thief capture the king first.

I......"

Zhang Rishan laughed and raised his mouth, "What are you afraid of? There are two Zhang family to protect you.

She suddenly raised her eyes, and she didn't know when she started. She was not afraid of Zhang Rishan, and even as an elder to look at him, because the Zhang family never disappointed people.

She looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling slightly shot.

After all, Qi Lechuan took this step. Zhang Rishan's eyes were a little pleased. The eight grandfather was no dispute with the world.

However, Lafayette still hopes that there will be someone from the eighth grandfather. After all, the number of Qimen Eight of the Jiumen is the most obscure, but it is not something that ordinary people can learn.

In the sedan, Qi Lechuan stabilized his heart and pushed the first door. A white -haired zombie rushed over.

Zhang Rishan put the child in a safe place for the first time before entering the battle with Zhang Qiling.

Bai Mao Zombie has just been injured, and the speed is much slower. Zhang Qiling is not a person of love and war. He starts with his strength. A sword has not entered the heart of the Bai Mao zombie. The green blood flows out.

Cut it.

A slight sound of the room next door came, and Qi Lechuan walked over to push the door. The moment she opened the door, she was a little stunned.

A young ghost climbed out of a short coffin. It was hung up with a morbid white face because of short legs.

Feeling different cold.

"Oh." "

It roared fiercely, Qi Lechuan reacted to take a step back. The expression on his face changed slightly, and the fetus would be made into zombies. The Maoshan Taoist was too cruel.

It waved her teeth and dancing her hands. Its nails were not long, and their appearances were a bit like people. They were simple and innocent, and they could particularly cheat prey, such as her.

Zhang Qiling stopped behind her, and said for a long time, "If you like it, take it away."

Her eyes lighted up.

It wants to retreat.

Zhang Rishan just heard Zhang Qiling's phrase after the process of processing. Looking curiously, when he saw a child, he suddenly realized that there was a pregnant woman on the train that year, and the fetus was cut out for less than the moon.

When it was born, it happened to be the Yin Yin, the moon, and the moon, and it was said that the person with mental illness would make it a little ghost. It seems that the eighth grandfather did not talk nonsense at that time. "

"It was in the death of the fetus, and I always kept it when I saw it when I saw it." A hoarse sound sounded, and an old way walked out with San Qingling.

He has lived on the train for five years, and has seen people who have seen all kinds of people. Today, the three of them know that the two men are a bit capable.

Qi Lechuan was alert to retreat to Zhang Rishan and refute, "You are nonsense!"

"I don't need to lie to you. I have been redeemed for five years, and it should be over." Lao Dao said that the turbid eyes also changed.

"So many people died that year, can your atonement be repaid?" Her expression was a bit fierce. She has been doubting the authenticity of the story. This Maoshan Taoist wants to whitewash herself. She disagree.

Zhang Qiling picked up the little ghost, and he struggled to grab him with his own claws, but grabbed loneliness in the air.
Chapter completed!