"Hehe, I will save you in the name of Christ." The voice was extremely sharp, just like the sound of metal colliding with metal.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, help me!" Lan Ting's last reason reminded him to chant these words.

However, it seems that these words have no effect on the empty clothes, because the clothes have turned completely and their hands have also moved towards Lan Ting.

Taking this opportunity, he also saw the other party clearly.

Outside the shabby clothes were eye-catching, the two blood-flowing skeletons on his hands made Lan Ting faint again and again. The blood hole with blood was gurgling and looked at Lan Ting. One of the heads drooped, as if it was still turning slightly, staring at her motionlessly.

Looking at the head approaching little by little, Lan Ting had already been stunned. She seemed to have forgotten her breathing and everything, and the whole world abandoned him.

Roar, roar, roar.

The two heads suddenly opened their bloody mouths and roared angrily. The splattered blood dyed her face red and wet her hair. His body fell backwards and his eyes rolled up.

Roar, roar.

However, the roars that came one after another pulled him back from his coma. She opened her eyes in horror and looked at her head approaching her. She could clearly see the teeth full of blood and the tongue that kept rolling inside. Now it seemed that the tongue had broken into two pieces, and it was so painful that it was rolling in his mouth like a snake." Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, God, Grandpa, come and save me quickly. "Lan Ting cried out with a woe. She was about to hit her head this time, and she didn't bear this kind of murderous fear even if she fainted.

But it was too late. The two bloody mouths had bitten their shoulders. She screamed in pain, but it was still useless. The two heads were still going to bite her shoulders, as if they were going to bite her shoulders. "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, God, come and save me quickly." She still did not forget the slogan for saving her life and started to chant again and again.

"Hehe, hehe, Christ will save you." The empty clothes actually made the voice of a middle-aged man, and the two heads bite even more powerfully.

"Bang!"

Just as the sharp scream was in full swing, an explosion ended all this. Lan Ting's blurry eyes saw that the empty clothes were shattered, and the two heads turned into smoke and disappeared in the air. In an instant, the pain in her shoulders disappeared.

Where the originally empty clothes were left, there was a burly man standing. His slender figure and the faint smile on his face, coupled with the strong charm of his handsome face, Lan Ting was a little stunned.

Time seemed to be at this moment, and Lan Ting just watched Yin Hui so much, not stunned for a long time, but just looked at him in a lust.

I don’t know where the courage came from, but she actually forgot the danger and forgot everything that happened just now, and looked at Yin Hun with admiration.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, God bless me." He said this inadvertently, and then his eyes stared at him blankly again.

After a long time, the faint smile on his face disappeared, and he changed into a serious expression and said, "Are you asking Shakyamuni or God?"

"I beg for everything."

"Please, your head." He shouted angrily: "In front of me, a Maoshan descendant, it is Amitabha and God's, how can I bear it?"

"Then I will thank Uncle Lin Zhengying." Lan Ting's attitude changed quickly.

"I'm convinced you." Helplessly, Yin Hui sighed: "Let's go, it's not safe here."

Lan Ting struggled a few times, but found that her legs had already been scared and had no strength. How could she have the strength to stand up?

"I'll be convinced to death." Yin Hui cursed, then turned around and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he said, "Let's go, I'll carry you on my back."

She hesitated for a moment, looked at Yin Hun's spacious back, and seemed to feel a strong temptation smell emitted from her back.

"Why are you still standing there? You still want to continue playing with ghosts for a while?" His tone was a little disdainful and contemptuous. He had the courage to write horror novels?

"Didn't you see that someone's legs are weak? Why do you still stand up?" Lan Ting cursed in a dissatisfied tone.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment and squatted down reluctantly: "Come on."

Lan Ting looked like she had succeeded in her trick. She slowly moved her body, put her hands on his broad shoulders, and hugged her neck.

"Okay, let's go." Yin Hui called out casually and carried him on his back, then stood up with his legs and walked along the street with her back.

"Yin Hui, why doesn't the spell you told me work at critical moments?"

"You have the face to say, do you want Shakyamuni to help or Jesus? Both gods are arrogant and arrogant, how could they come to help you at the same time?"

"Oh, then I'll call Uncle Lin Zhengying next time, right?" Lan Ting answered a little naughtyly.

"Lin Zhengying?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment: "What are you calling Lin Zhengying?"

"Isn't Lin Zhengying the ancestor of your Taoism? Don't you know?"

"Who told you that the ancestor of Taoism was Lin Zhengying?"

"Watched it on TV?"

"cut."

As the conversation ended, Lan Ting saw a car parked in front of her, soaking in heavy fog, and could only blur the lights flashing.

"Yin Hui, haven't you left? Why are you back?"

"Do you think I'm relieved that you, the broom star, stayed alone in this abnormal hospital?"

"So, aren't you angry anymore? I didn't expect you to be a magnanimous man. Is it really a blessing to marry you?"

"Stop flattering, I won't forgive you. I have a responsibility for your involvement in this matter. After this matter is over, we will go our separate ways. We have no obligations to each other and we have nothing to do with each other."

His words were very resolute, giving people a feeling of no room for negotiation. Lan Ting was just a little stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Yin Hui to say such words.

He probably felt that his words were too cold, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment, but fortunately they came to the front of the car, Conan Doyle had already opened the window.

Seeing Yin Hui and Lan Ting carrying their backs like lovers, Conan Doyle quickly shrank his head back and opened the rear door.

Suddenly, a sensation blew in the car, which made her tremble all over. She coughed, cleared her throat, and focused her attention on the front.
Chapter completed!