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Hun Guard... The moment the other party walked out, Qin Ye immediately recognized the other party's identity, and then frowned slightly.

As impermanence, he knew too well the difference between soul-retaining and impermanence. To be honest, if he wanted to, no one could live on this mountain today.

But this soul-retaining person is different.

There was no hole in his mask. His whole face was closed, and, as a villain, he clearly saw that there was no yang energy on the other party.

Moreover... the death energy is actually stronger than Sun Wukong. If the other party hadn't spoken just now, he wouldn't have felt it as impermanent.

How did this be done?

"Do you want to save him?" Qin Ye smiled and said, "You can try."

Brush... The leaves from all directions danced without wind, gradually rotating into circles, gathering around them. The crown of the old banyan tree seemed to be pressed by a giant hand and slowly lowered.

"You can't do this!" Sun Wukong's body was trembling. Just now, he obviously felt an indescribable atmosphere, as if a knife had already crossed his neck, and it seemed to be facing a Shura evil ghost. It made him breathe start to be uncomfortable.

He took out a scarf and wiped his sweat desperately: "Jade is..."

"I care who you are." Qin Yebolan said: "I knew it a long time ago... Everything in the world is about the price. I'm very sure that the life of you, the shopkeeper, and my life, will definitely be on my side. I'm afraid that the people behind you will not even ask."

No one spoke.

The dead cemetery was like tense iron wire. Bai Yishan and Zhu Bajie looked at Tang Sanzang together. Tang Sanzang was silent for two seconds and gritted his teeth and said, "He didn't lie."

After saying this, he was silent for a second, sighed, and reached out to grab his mask.

The moment he lifted his mask, a cold light flashed on his other hand, and he suddenly stretched out one meter and stabbed Qin Ye's arm!

brush!

A terrifying sonic boom sounded in the air. The opponent tried his best to do this to prevent anyone from his life, but to shock him.

When! Just as the cold light stabbed Qin Ye's arm, the mask on his face had turned into pieces with a crisp sound, and the cold light was close to Qin Ye's handwriting, but it could no longer penetrate half an inch!

Under the mask was a face full of scars, without eyeballs, with two black holes. And... there was no trace of blood on the other party's face, skin and bones, eyes, nose, and mouth, all sewn with thread!

boom!

The muscles on the other party's face were twisting, but the next second, his black cloak's head suddenly separated from it and floated down to both sides. The entire head seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hand, and suddenly raised it to the rear!

"This is..." Qin Ye's relaxed face suddenly became serious: "Corpsy?"

"Yuedato, is this a Japanese?" He suddenly looked over, but this time he crossed Baiyishan and looked directly at Zhu Bajie, and said with a flashing look: "This corpse has died for at least three hundred years... Japanese corpses that have been more than three hundred years... During the Warring States Period... Yaobian Tianmu Bowl... Don't tell me it doesn't matter."

"And, you are a ghost craftsman, sealing the seven orifices of the corpse. No wonder you are dead and angry... Who are you? The real person in charge... is you?"

Under the moonlight, a trace of light that could almost be invisible even if you look closely was flashing through Zhu Bajie's cuffs. The other party lowered his head and said nothing.

That's silk thread.

A silk thread specially used for corpse control.

Only the seven ghost craftsmen who can do this are...the corpse-drivers.

The scene was dead silent.

A hook lock extends from the sleeve of the corpse, and a dagger shining with cold light at the top. However, it is impossible to penetrate the Qin Ye cortex.

Wuchang and Soul Retain are different. Qin Ye can now withstand Alsace's hand and his body is comparable to human-shaped weapons. How could this kind of thing be damaged? Even the heat weapons have lost their effect.

Sun Wukong did not speak, but after a few seconds, he sighed quietly and reached out and took off his mask.

Qin Ye's eyes flashed in shock. The person under the mask was exactly the same as Bai Yishan!

The only difference is that Bai Yishan's face was haggard, his eyes were deep and covered with bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for several days. If it weren't for a will that supported him, Qin Ye believed that he would have just clicked a little, and the other party would have fallen down.

What happened to Jiade... Qin Ye's eyes were slightly cold, hoping that it would not be related to Yaobian Tianmu Bowl. He really didn't want to be complicated.

"So...you are the real Bai Yishan?"

The real Bai Yishan nodded. Before Qin Ye could speak, he suddenly knelt down, like a drowning person grabbing the wooden board, and his hand tremblingly pinched Qin Ye's hand, with only prayers left in his eyes: "Save me..."

"Please...save me!"

"I can help you... save me! He's here...he's here! He's coming soon!"

When he talked about "him", Bai Yishan seemed to want to scream, but it seemed that there was a huge horror suppressing him. He didn't even dare to scream, and could only tremble and cry down.

Qin Ye's eyes suddenly moved: "Who is here? What happened? Don't tell me... Is there something wrong with the Yaobian Tianmu Bowl?"

"Senranmaru... He said his name is Senranmaru!" Bai Yishan's tears finally came out, and tears flowed: "Mr. Qin... Help! This is a ghost! An evil spirit I have never seen before! It... It is so terrible! It has been chased by Yanjing here... It is nearby! I can feel it! I shouldn't... I shouldn't... I shouldn't do this! Ahhhhh!"

Qin Ye waved his hand away.

It can be seen that Bai Yishan is almost collapsed. What did he do? The other party chased Bao'an directly?

And more importantly, the name Morilan Maru.

After living for too long, some information will unconsciously enter the mind, such as the information about the Incident of Honnoji.

There were several people who committed suicide by nonaga by Akichi Mitsuhide betrayed Honnoji and committed suicide with Nonaga. His wife Saito Guidie, son Oda Nobuta, retainer Saitaki Murai, and Konomori Ranmaru.

According to legend, Mori Ranmaru is a man who looks better than a woman. Japanese Xiaoxin is almost the same as a general's civil servant, and many of them have some unclear relationships with the general... Thinking of this, Qin Ye suddenly raised his head and an incredible speculation flashed through his mind!

Yaobian Tianmu Bowl... Could it be that more than one soul gathered, right?

If it was really Moriranmaru, then... Saito Guidie, Oda Nobuta, Murai Saitaki... will the souls of these three people be gathered by this top ten Asian genitals?

Otherwise, how could Morilan Maru chase Bai Yishan who got the bowl to such an end?

"Mr. Qin!" Bai Yishan attached himself like a maggot and grabbed Qin Ye's pants tightly: "Baoan! Only Baoan is safe! You send me in! Please! I don't want to die in horror! It's so scary... Every night... Every night I close my eyes every night, I can see the evil ghost's face..."

Qin Ye pushed him away: "It's too late."

Bai Yishan was stunned and was about to scream, but Qin Ye said lightly: "He is here."

What should I do if I stop my escape route?

Mori Lanwanmaru... a famous little letter in history... Qin Ye turned around with a quick pace, and gradually drifted away in Bai Yishan's stunned gaze.

Goodbye, goodbye, take a step first.

However, just after running for more than ten meters, his back slapped his forehead and turned back.

There is nothing more to heaven and hell than to this. Bai Yishan crawlers on the ground with his legs crawling over and cried and chased after him: "Mr. Qin! You can't leave me!"

Qin Ye also felt extremely embarrassed. He just remembered that... he was impermanent? What are you afraid of when a soul-hiding person? This... Is this pot over to instinct? Will instinct accept it?

"Don't move." Qin Ye was instantly confident and walked up behind Bai Yishan: "If you move, you will die."

Just behind Bai Yishan, the shadows of the night and the moonlight shone down, scattering on the tombstones, and the projection of the lights on the tombstones, at this moment... it was like coming alive! It gathered madly from all directions, without caring about others, and pointed directly at Bai Yishan's head!

Sand! The boundless wind suddenly blew up, and in the deep darkness where there was no fingers, a figure slowly walked in the center of the narrow tombstone.

I couldn't see my face clearly, but every time the other party took a step, a terrifying cry sounded in my ears, as if... countless retainers who died in the fire in Honen Temple, as well as countless innocent people who were burned to death by the fire.

Da...da...the sound in the silence makes people feel depressed and crazy. There is also a rustling sound, as if something is dragging on the ground, moving inch by inch.

At the same time, the stalls on the top of the mountain turned into a forest green side. All the men in black sitting on the tombstone were shocked and suddenly raised their heads to look at the candle.

In the dead silence, I don’t know who stood up first, rolled up the things and fled down the mountain like crazy. Then, the second and third... In the blink of an eye, a quiet ghost market just now scattered like birds and beasts. There were countless terrifying voices resounding throughout the space.

"Aggressive ghost...a hundred-year-old ghost! How is this... possible!" "A hundred-year-old ghost is coming on the edge of Bao'an City? Why is there no notification?" "Where did the monster come out! What a strong resentment!"

Just as they ran away in a collapse, the next second, the burnt and unburned money papers on the entire Laojun Mountain floated towards the C8 area like a sea of ​​tides, and even... a golden pure white tornado formed in the sky!

The fierce ghosts come out of the cage, and the living people retreat!

On the top of the mountain, Lin Han was still standing there, with a strong wind blowing. Even the surrounding tombstones were making noises, and slight cracks appeared on them. His coat had been blown up and down, looking deep into the C8 area, murmured: "What a strong Yin Qi... What kind of ghost is this?"

Gripping his teeth, he rushed down immediately.

Laojun Mountain is in the shape of a staircase, with tombstones placed like terraces. Area C8 is on the third floor. However, as soon as he rushed to the second to last floor, he found... he couldn't get out at all!

The place was already crowded with people, and the two or three ghosts recognized by the government were also among them. The extreme fear made them lose their minds and hang wildly in the void ahead: "Who! Who is it?!" "Open this ghost thing! Let us go out!" "Who! How dare you make trouble in Bao'an! Tell you, we have a great master at the level of judges here!"

"This is..." Lin Han gasped, and he suddenly realized that things were not that simple tonight.

In front of him, there were some silk threads tied to the tombstone at some point. The entire two layers were all sealed by silk threads. At this moment, these silk threads were emitting faint blue-purple light, covered with talismans and bells. No matter how hard the people in front tried, they seemed to be hammering on the invisible wall and could not get out at all.
Chapter completed!