Huang Xikong took Zhang Yinju Talisman and quickly sucked the surrounding Yin Qi. After eating, he was full and his face returned to his original state.

He replied, "It's not me, the Taoist priest used the thunder talisman to slash a few blood corpses."

Wanwan said a long time.

Huang Xikong always felt that the word "Oh" was too ups and downs and full of mockery.

But he has no evidence.

"The monk and the Taoist priest entered the room at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor. There was a woman screaming in the room just now, but I always felt that the room was very dangerous."

Huang Xikong was a little hesitant whether to go in.

Wanwan was a little surprised. Huang Xikong was a thousand-year-old ghost. There were really not many things that could make him feel dangerous and afraid of.

"If you feel dangerous, come back if you don't want to go in."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan who was eager to try it, and asked Huang Xikong: "Is there a lot of blood corpses inside? Is it easy to deal with?"

Huang Xikong turned around and looked at the open door at the end of the corridor, and flashed away from the 19th floor.

When he appeared in front of Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai, he let out a long sigh.

"This building is very strange. I didn't go to the 20th floor, but below the 20th floor, only the door at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor is open, and the blood corpses are all heading for that household. As for the reason, I don't know how the blood corpses were formed, I didn't figure it out."

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but sigh, are you still going in?

Wanwan squatted down and tied her shoelaces: "Then I'll go in."

"I'll be with you."

Xia Zhihuai hooked his fingers against the hat behind her, and his handsome face narrowed slightly.

"You can't go in alone."

Wanwan pulled the hem of her hoodie and said unconvincedly: "You can't go in, brother, you will drag your legs."

Xia Zhihuai pinched her fleshy cheeks: "How old are you? When you encounter danger, you should rush forward with your head down!"

Huang Xikong looked at Xia Zhihuai from top to bottom: "You really can't go in, I'll take her in."

Xia Zhihuai: "I'm not relieved."

Huang Xikong: "The purpose of your trip is to drag us back."

No one can stand the other when a man and a ghost is pointed at the tip of the wheat.

Xia Zhihuai looked away first and asked worriedly: "Wanwan, do you have to go in?"

Wanwan twisted her waist and stretched her legs: "I'm going to go."

She can beat the resentful spirit to cry.

As long as my brother doesn't follow him to get in the way.

Xia Zhihuai gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I will find a Taoist temple to get started when I go back."

Wanwan knew that this meant to allow her to go in.

Xia Zhihuai watched the short Wanwan and the uninhibited Huang Xikong enter the building.

They were inevitably stopped in the middle, but with Huang Xikong rushing from the side and Xia Zhihuai helped to explain, they had finally gotten in smoothly.

The elevator can't be taken.

It was a bit too tormenting to let Wanwan climb to the 19th floor with her short legs.

Huang Xikong was about to hold her upstairs, but she took out a small notebook from her pocket, took a pen and drew it on it, and then directly pasted the talisman on her body.

Huang Xikong was puzzled: "What are you doing? Could you send you to the 19th floor at once?"

Is there really a teleportation talisman paper in this world?

After Wanwan posted the talisman, she said strangely: "No, but the Qianli Talisman can speed up."

How fast can it be?

Huang Xikong was only a billion curious in his heart.

Before he could ask, Wanwan's figure disappeared from his eyes.

Huang Xikong looked at the stairwell, looked up at Wanwan who appeared at the staircase on the 5th floor, and slowly said an indecent word: Damn!

"Wait for me."

Huang Xikong was afraid of losing the person, so he immediately chased him.

Wanwan soon arrived at the 19th floor, and looked at the blood corpse that was tilted on the ground and had no ability to move. She did not show any terror on her tender little face. She only pursed her little mouth and slowly pulled out her peach wood sword.

Huang Xikong then arrived, looking at the peach wood sword in her hand, and automatically retreated three points.

This peach wood sword impressed him very deeply, and he still doesn't understand where the little guy came from with such a powerful magic weapon!

"You little, can you do it?"

Wanwan nodded calmly and said with a serious look on her face: "Little friend, I can't say it can't be!"

Huang Xikong's mouth twitched: "Where did you learn this kind of words?"

A good child was taught like this, and Xia Zhihuai really deserved to be beaten.

"Then we'll go in. If you can't beat it, you must tell me and I'll take you away."

Wanwan turned her head and looked at him for two seconds.

Huang Xikong was unclear, so: "What's wrong?"

Wanwan: "You can't run away from me."

She has a thousand-mile talisman.

Uncle Gui didn't even catch up with her when he went up the stairs.

Huang Xikong:ヽ(._°)ノ

This child is as poor as Xia Zhihuai.

"When I didn't say it."

"Little carrot spirit, rinse it!"

Huang Xi knocked on the back of her head with empty hands, and another stream of white smoke came out of her fingertips.

Wanwan kicked him with her feet, but unfortunately she was in vain.

But she didn't care. She carried her big sword and rushed forward with great pride.

Huang Xikong followed her expressionlessly not far behind her, in case of danger, he could pull her back as soon as possible.

...

Wanwan is like a torch that never goes out in this sticky yin and ghost energy.

The filthy aura around her avoided herself as she advanced.

It was exactly the same as what she was in the ghost world that day.

Huang Xikong had to admit that this little guy was indeed loved by God, and he might be even reincarnated as a little god.

Wanwan passed the blood corpse and stopped at the door of 1901.

The house is very quiet.

Huang Xikong crossed the threshold with her. After only a brief moment of darkness, the faint light lit up.

They are standing in a three-bedroom and two-living room house.

Huang Xikong remained silent, Wanwan held the peach wood sword, and looked around at all.

"Is this the ghost creature of the resentful spirit?"

Wanwan shook her head: "Although the resentful spirit is powerful, it cannot create ghost creatures."

"Then what's going on?"

Wanwan thought: "Maybe she used the tools as an auxiliary to create a illusion."

What the Master said is that resentful spirits are different from evil spirits.

Aggressive ghosts have space to create ghost creatures.

But the resentful spirit cannot do it.

This is one of their differences.

"What tool can help create illusions?"

Wanwan hesitated for a few seconds: "That's too much."

"Like the fantasy beast, the fantasy beast demon pill, the sea demon pill, the fox demon pill, the celestial mirror and the earth mirror, the Ximu Qing square cauldron... These are actually all possible, there are quite a lot of things that can create illusions, and it is not easy to guess."

As a ignorant thousand-year-old ghost, Huang Xikong chose to shut up.

He has never heard of the above things from birth to death.

Wanwan didn't feel the danger in this illusion, so she took out a stack of talisman paper and threw it out.

The whole bright and quiet room instantly turned into pieces, and the cold wind around it whizzed on his face.

There was a man upside down on the floor in front of Wanwan. He was originally wearing a white shirt, but now he was stained with blood and a hole in his chest was broken.

People you don't know.
Chapter completed!