The monk who was going to the left had just turned around the corner of the courtyard wall when he saw someone covering his face and squatting on the ground facing the courtyard wall.

The man suddenly slowed down: "Who is it?"

The black shadow squatting on the ground started to cry: "Master Immortal, help me, Master Immortal, please help me!"

The impatience flashed across the monk's face: "You wait here for now, I will come over to take care of your affairs later."

The black shadow sneered: "Many years ago, you said this to me! But I didn't wait for you!"

The monk exclaimed: "Who are you?"

"What do you think?" Black Shadow sneered: "Whoever you think I look like is who I am!"

A warlock traveling around the world would never look at that person, because he knows that this kind of ghost is called an injustice.

A person who has no ghosts in his heart will look like the person who was killed by someone else. The more a person who has a ghost in his heart looks at the injustice of someone's life, the more he will look like the person who was killed by him.

When you truly regard him as a person, the injustice of claiming his life begins to arise.

The monk took two steps back in shock: "Why are you here?"

The black shadow sneered and said: "Brother, please stop looking the other way, this is not a sect!"

The monk tried to calm down: "What are you talking about? Who is your senior brother? Who are you?"

"Brother, look behind you!" The black shadow suddenly stood up, pointed at the monk's back and shouted: "Look behind you! If you don't look, it will be too late. Look!"

"Shut up!" The monk shouted, "Shut up!" But the man turned his head subconsciously.

Just this turn of the head made the monk's eyes widen, and what he saw was a face protruding from the wall.

The figure was like a figure growing out of the wall, slowly breaking away from the shackles of the wall, and pressed its face to the monk's face: "Brother, don't look back, but you taught me this!"

"You see me, we can be together again."

"No..." Before the monk could say what he wanted to say, a figure hugged his shoulders: "Brother, come with me!"

"No...I..." The monk's soul was pulled out and pulled into the wall. Just a moment later, two figures appeared side by side on the earth wall, looking down at the corpse on the ground.

One figure sneered sadly, while the other one was crying desperately.

When the strange sounds of crying and laughing ghosts arose in Qin Village, the sound of pipa, as fast as a rainstorm, also suddenly came from the other side of the compound.

The song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" sounded like a heavy rainstorm, shaking the sky. With the sound of the song, the tiles in Qin Village vibrated with the strings. Several monks inside and outside the courtyard fell into a fear of being surrounded by thousands of troops.

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Old Liu on the mountain shook his folding fan and said: "Qin Xin is more powerful than I thought. I originally just wanted her to win one monk, but I didn't expect that she suppressed five people by herself. Very good, very good!"

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Three of the four monks in the courtyard turned around in shock, only to see blood mist outside the courtyard wall.

All the blood in a person's body was lifted up into the air as if stirred by the sound of the piano. As the dark red mist danced with the sound of the piano, ghosts cried everywhere in the Qin Village, and the wronged souls of the masses seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano and began to cry.

Trumpets and ghostly sounds gathered in the courtyard from all directions, like an ambush from all sides, trapping thousands of troops.

The three monks all drew their swords and were on guard. Shen Zhengzhen, who was hung on the flagpole, also laughed strangely: "None of you can get out."

"In order to maintain the dignity of the sect, you asked me to frame Li Po, and I did it. What about you?"

"After you met Li Po, did anyone ask me whether I was dead or alive?"

"Shut up!" A monk shouted sternly: "You are just a corpse puppet controlled by Li Po using witchcraft, and you also want to slander the sect?"

The leading old man said in a deep voice: "Don't be disturbed by the evil spirits. Just stick to our formation. I'll go find Li Po."

The old man stretched out his arms to ride on the wind, leaped several meters like a roc, stepped on the roof and rushed towards the ruined courtyard where Old Liu was.

Nie Xiaochun's eyes flashed coldly: "This old man is not weak in cultivation. He can reach the courtyard gate in seven steps. I will kill him."

"No need! He will die if he sets foot on it!" Old Liu said lightly: "Just let others think that Ye Yang is in the house. Get ready!"

Old Liu looked at the window again and said: "The first step is to step on the roof."

When Old Liu's voice fell, the old man had already stepped onto the roof in the distance. The other person landed silently, but a piece of imperceptible "dust" splashed around the edge of his feet.

After the old man jumped down again, Old Liu sneered: "The second step is to step on the stone mill."

Where Old Liu's voice fell, the old man's feet also stepped on the stone mill in the courtyard.

Lao Liu guessed five times in a row, and the opponent's ups and downs for five consecutive times were exactly where Lao Liu had planned.

Lao Liu saw the other party falling towards the entrance of the ruined courtyard, and slightly closed the folding fan in his hand: "Get ready! When he stops, you take action."

As soon as the old man's feet landed on the ground, his eyes suddenly popped out of the frame, and blood flowed from his ears and nose. This was a sign of poisonous disease.

Nie Xiaochun didn't wait for the opponent to fall to the ground, raised his hand and drew a dagger. The light of the sword passed through the opponent's throat, and the man fell to the ground on his back in reluctance.
Chapter completed!