When Fang Shanshui was about to find the incense burner, he found that the figure master had pulled one from somewhere.

The figure master pushed the gilded incense burner that was taller than it is fatter than it is, and rumblingly pointed the door with his toes and came in.

Fang Shanshui saw that the incense burner looked familiar. It was exactly what he used to worship the ancestor's tablet. Now that the ancestor's tablet split into a sword and flew away, the incense burner became idle.

The sword should now be buried under the original site of Qingyue Mountain with the master's body.

"Thank you, Master." Fang Shanshui smiled and took up the incense burner, and then took the master over and put it on his shoulder.

The figure master nodded and took out his big toothpick. The angry black ball takoyaki on the top of the toothpick came out and frantically slapped with his beards. However, with its current size, the short, fat, short and fat beards really couldn't beat the figure master.

The figure master suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit the takoyaki, which was only a little smaller than its head, off the toothpick.

The entire body of the octopus was swallowed, and only Suzi was still struggling desperately outside the figure master's little mouth, as if she wanted to pull herself out of the monster's mouth.

Crack creak creak creak.

After chewing with great chewing sound, the figure master opened his mouth and raised his head, poured the beard that he had not struggled much into his mouth and continued to chew.

In Fang Shanshui's pocket, he lay down his body, and stretched out his head to look up. The figure master was a generous subject. As long as he was not snatching his apprentice with him, he was always quite tolerant. He looked down at his head, grabbed the newly grown octopus takoyaki on the toothpick, and threw it to his own.

The figure master held her body exactly like the figure master and stretched out a small hand. Her pointed nails were like hunting beasts. They instantly pinched the falling takoyaki that was dancing and dragged them back and sank them into their pockets to chew.

The stool is different from the figure master. The figure master likes to chew from the beginning. It likes to chew from the feet, and directly throws a whisker on the octopus that is facing the face and holds it in his mouth, bites it slowly, and eats one whisker and one whisker. It is not until it has only one octopus head left with no shaking shaking octopus head, and then it lazily swallows it in one bite.

Fang Shanshui, who was cleaning the incense burner, looked at him and felt that his master and Guan Shi seemed to be getting along more harmoniously, but then again, he used to like to rub against him, but recently he often lie in his pocket and doesn't come out.

It seems that the master's control over it has increased?

After lighting the incense of peace, Fang Shanshui set a ban on the ground, he began to sit cross-legged.

Fang Shanshui sank consciousness into his Yin God and immediately smelled a scent that made him relax, as if it was pulling his soul, which was the fragrance of peace and soul.

Fang Shanshui walked in the blood vessels of the heart, liver, spleen and lungs. Following the fragrance, he jumped to the spiritual platform and jumped out of his body. Suddenly, he felt relaxed, as if he had taken off his heavy shell.

Fang Shanshui felt his current state. He felt that he could become big and small, but it was easy to become small, and it was difficult to grow bigger. If he was not careful, he might tear the Yin God and get seriously injured.

As soon as Fang Shanshui lowered his head, he saw the figure master gnawing on his shoulders. The figure master was looking up slightly at him, his red eyes did not blink, and the beards in his mouth were still creaking.

Jishen in his pocket also stretched his head and looked at Fang Shanshui curiously.

Fang Shanshui smiled, then shrank himself to the river figure master about the same age, floated in front of it, bowed to it, and said, "Master, disciple Fang Shanshui, pay homage to you."

The figure master blinked immediately, and instantly rumbled, swallowing all the octopus takoyaki in his mouth, and waved his hand with a look of no gift.

Fang Shanshui looked out the window and did not rush to go out now. Instead, he shrank himself smaller, jumped onto the spiritual root of the windowsill, and sat on a leaf to practice.

Fang Shanshui arranged a spirit gathering array in the flower pot of the spiritual roots. It was already night. The spirit gathering array was filled with the essence of the moon and the spiritual energy that the spiritual roots breathed. Fang Shanshui seemed to have plunged into the delicious and rich cream.

It's a little bit greasy, but it's still within the tolerance range of Fang Shanshui.

The figure master looked at Fang Shanshui, who was about the same size as him, and his sharp nails moved. He just wanted to pull Fang Shanshui closer and sat with him, but he found that Fang Shanshui had become smaller and floated away.

The figure master also quietly floated over, sat on the windowsill, stretched his head to see Fang Shanshui inside the spiritual roots. Fang Shanshui became smaller again, now only one-quarter of the figure master's size. Sitting on a leaf of the spiritual roots, it looked very cute.

The figure master put away its takoyaki, held the small white flag and shook the marshmallow. After shaking it, he glanced at Fang Shanshui and ate a bite of the marshmallow, as if he was drinking alone under the moon. He did not disturb Fang Shanshui's practice in his own entertainment, and looked very harmonious.

Fang Shanshui is practicing quietly.

The Anshen Incense burned very slowly, and an hour passed quickly, and only half of the Anshen Incense burned.

【Chi——!】

Fang Shanshui, who was practicing, suddenly felt a familiar call coming from his soul. Before he could react, he seemed to be pulled by something. Then, Fang Shanshui's Yin Spirit, who was meditating, floated up from the leaves of the spiritual roots.

The figure master chewed the marshmallow, turned around and suddenly found that Fang Shanshui was missing!

...

The bone-scraping wind raged in the night sky. Fang Shanshui opened his eyes and found that he was lost. He didn't know what was going on, as if he was being pulled and floating.

The neon lights of the city under your feet flew away like flowing light, and Fang Shanshui was pulled by the inexplicable suction force, and it seemed that it had traveled hundreds of kilometers in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just practiced in the rich spiritual energy and the moonlight and consolidated the Yin God, even if the Anshen Incense was protected by the body and the Soul-Stationing Pearl was suppressed by the Yin God, Fang Shanshui would probably have been torn apart by the soul.

Fang Shanshui calmed down and felt the traction of Anshenxiang. He was about to get rid of the callous pull, but suddenly, the suction stopped abruptly, as if it had arrived, and he stopped.

Fang Shanshui looked towards the nearby lights and found a manor.

At the entrance and exit of the manor, there are some people who make Fang Shanshui feel very familiar. Some are like Chinese, while others have some Southeast Asian characteristics... The sacrificial master, perhaps an apprentice, is not very obscene.

It's just mysterious, as if it's about to do something bad.

Fang Shanshui felt inexplicably being pulled to the ground, and seemed to move unconsciously along the wind, slowly drifting into a room guarded by heavy troops.

The room was very messy, with a conspicuous rocking chair in the middle, which was probably the only sole of the lower body in the room. In addition, the ground was filled with all kinds of strange materials, and the treads against the wall were filled with messy Gumantong Gumanli, and there were also black and white photos of the walls that seemed to be staring at people.

Fang Shanshui's eyes fell to the rocking chair, the black pebbles located in the red light hexagonal array pattern.

As soon as Fang Shanshui approached slightly, another bird cry deep in his soul called out.

Black bird egg.

It was more than a month ago that Fang Shanshui traded the one from Shi Dongjin as a reward for leading the way as a reward.

Fang Shanshui looked around and thought that this place should be Shi Dongjin's territory.

Looking at the formation where the evil spirit rushed to the top under the small altar where the Xuanniao egg was placed, Fang Shanshui couldn't help but frowned.

Although he did not recognize this foreign witchcraft, Fang Shanshui could clearly feel that this formation exuded a strong aura of evil.

There are candlesticks made of human skulls in the six corners of the formation. The hollowed-out Lingtaichung on the human skulls have some hair, some nails, and some blood-stained cloth pieces. They are all things related to humans. There are some grooves in the formation, with corpse oil with a rotten smell flowing, and black smoke keeps coming out of the slightly flickering candlelight.

This formation is not bad for the Xuanbi egg, but is similar to a sacrifice-style formation. It is constantly sacrificed to the Xuanbi egg in the formation to the Xuanbi egg in the formation to provide nutrients and make it grow.

However, the energy and vitality brought by this evil magic are all filled with evil evil and evil thoughts. They are entangled around the Xuanbi egg, as if they are constantly invading the Xuanbi egg into a deformed monster.

There were bursts of wailing sounds from the black bird eggs.

The originally clear and transparent sounds and spiritual thoughts seemed to be also being polluted by the evil energy in the formation.

Fang Shanshui could feel that the black bird eggs had indeed grown.

In the past, he could not make a sound for a long time, but now he can call Fang Shanshui from afar. He even pulled him over when Fang Shanshui Yin Shen left his body to concentrate on his practice.

However, the breath of the black bird egg has also changed, no longer full of hot warmth, but a faint sense of death with a cold feeling.

Fang Shanshui seemed to be stunned, and inexplicably reached out and slowly touched the mysterious bird egg in front of him...

"Crack--"

Fang Shanshui was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. He did not expect that the mysterious bird egg suddenly cracked a gap when he touched his hand, as if it was about to hatch!

Fang Shanshui seemed to have touched a trap mechanism in the house. The originally quiet and strange room suddenly became completely boiling.

【Gret.】

A rag doll appeared beside Fang Shanshui, with a puppet-like face, with a strange smile, instantly rushed towards the front of the Xuanniao egg.

Fang Shanshui immediately retreated and dodged its attack.

At the same time, the ghosts in the whole room were also touched. On the walls, under the floor, and on the ceiling, fierce ghosts were emerging one after another, surrounding Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui then realized that the vigilance here was so strict. Fang Shanshui forgot how he came in just now. It seemed to be very smooth. He did not feel the scent of the lurking here, as if he was blinded by something. He turned around and looked at the window he had just floated in, but there was no window at all.

Fang Shanshui felt a little bit whether he had been under the dark bird egg or Shi Dong's Jinyin.

The smell of Anshenxiang became lighter and weaker, as if it was about to burn to the end. But when he was far away, he could not even understand the direction of Anshenxiang.

suddenly--

Just as Fang Shanshui was thinking about how to deal with it, a gust of wind blew, and the ghosts who wanted to approach Fang Shanshui suddenly blew into rolling gourds.

Fang Shanshui felt a red line suddenly lit up in his chest, and then he disappeared from the spot as if he was pulled away by something.

After Fang Shanshui disappeared, the ghosts who had just been blown to the ground were a little confused and seemed to have lost their direction.

The doll that initially attacked Fang Shanshui turned its head 360 degrees on the spot, turning from east to west, and then from west to east, as if looking for something. After a while, it was a little confused when it found nothing, thinking that it had a wrong feeling.

At this time, a footstep sounded from far to near, and Shi Dongjin, who had taken a few newly arrived materials, walked in.

Since he got Fang Shanshui's Xuan Bird Egg, Shi Dongjin has been thanking the guests in a closed door and began to use people from all walks of life to collect all kinds of strange materials. He worked hard for more than a month, and now it is almost time to harvest results.

Shi Dongjin looked at the idiots in the house: "Haha, what's wrong with everyone?"

The ghosts in the house seemed to convey something to Shi Dongjin.

"You guys say that it seems that someone wanted to get close to the Xuanniao egg just now, but it suddenly disappeared?" Shi Dongjin's eyes suddenly became cold. He immediately walked to the Xuanniao egg and watched, checked it, and found that the Xuanniao egg was nothing unusual, and then he felt relieved.

Seeing this, the ghosts all sank into the walls and floors and disappeared back to their respective places.

Even the doll that almost pounced on Fang Shanshui seemed to have instantly turned into a fake doll that could not move, but her eyes would occasionally turn suddenly.

Shi Dongjin sat back on the rocking chair and put the doll that had stopped moving on the ground back on his legs. The rocking chair swayed squeakingly. Shi Dongjin murmured to himself: "The sacrifice formation is almost at the last moment, and all kinds of materials are about to be collected... Could it be that I have been too active recently and have been noticed by someone in the dark and want to pick peaches? Haha, come here as soon as possible, the sacrifice formation is still lacking in energy."

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The red rope on his chest pulled it, as if he folded a void, and the world was far away, Fang Shanshui suddenly returned to his body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the figure master was standing on his shoulder and looking at him, holding his face in his little hands, as if he was studying whether he had returned or not. His pointed nails were carefully restrained on one side, and he was careful not to scratch Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui raised his hand and patted it, saying, "Master, I'm fine. Something happened just now. Fortunately, you brought me back in time."

Fang Shanshui has just become an Yin Spirit and has not yet explored some of the means at this stage. It is like having peerless martial arts but cannot use them. If he is trapped in Shi Dongjin, he might even be beaten to death by a bunch of Yin Spirits. That would be ridiculous.
To be continued...