“What happened, Uncle?”I said in silence.

"Don't kill the head, kill the devil."My uncle pointed to the boy on the top of my head.

“Is that the kid I just killed?”I was hosting.

My uncle nodded, just wanted to talk, but he had not yet spoken, and a loud and thin voice came from the top of his head.

Listening to this scream, my eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, my eyes looked at the top of my head, and I saw the little devils lifting their heads, and they were screaming at us, and one mouth was open to the roots of my ears, and my mouth was opened into a U-shaped shape, just like the toads with their big mouths.

The most strange thing that made me feel was that the little boy's body was a thick black fog, and the black fog directly wrapped the boy's body.

"It's too deep, let's go back first."He looked at me and said, “I was talking.

"Mo said yes, now retreat, if you retreat late, these little ghosts' grievances will pour into our bodies."My uncle said.

My uncle looked down and shook his head, "Now I want to retire, I'm afraid it's too late."

I didn't quite understand my uncle's words, and looked up at the top of the wall, and a lot of little devils rushed toward me.

I was surprised that hundreds of little devils with claws rushed toward us.

Just like the bats in thirty, they rushed over their heads and turned into a black.

“The Spirit of God, all things are sealed!”The ink bit his finger, the finger ticked out of blood, and threw it over to the little ghost on the top of his head.

"Hold back to the back of the words."My uncle said in a hurry.

After that, my uncle and others quickly hid behind the words.

"Uncle, why did the old man let the words stop us."Looking at the words cut through my own hands, I was in pain.

"The body of Mo Yan is a bodhisattva gold, and blood is a great hurt to evil things, but how can the body of Mo Yan have the gold spirit of the bodhisattva?"My uncle said, and the whole face became confused.

Listening to my uncle's words, I immediately understood in my heart that the reason why the body of Mo Yan was the golden spirit of the bodhisattva must have shaped the body of the Tibetan king Bodhisattva.

The blood of the ink words was sprinkled to these rushed little ghosts, and these little devils followed by sulfuric acid, and wow wow cried out, and all over their bodies were bleeding.

Red eyes stared at the ink, looking at the ink for a while, these little ghosts were full of fear, and hurriedly shrunk their heads.

“Oh, hey!”The little boy kept screaming, his face changed more and more, and a sound of panic came out of the mouth of the little boy.

“If you don’t want your soul to run away!”The cold voice.

The little boy listened to the words of the ink, ah, the cry was non-stop, raised his finger to the ink, shook his head in a frantic way, and pointed to my non-stop nod, making a sound.

“Uncle, what’s the name of this kid?”I turned to look at my uncle.

The little boy was hit by the ink, did not dare to rush, in the same place incessantly hissing, listening to the little boy's words, my heart felt confused.

"These little devils are afraid of words, but they don't want to let you go, so they keep screaming and saying that if they want them to go, they must give you over."My uncle said.

Speaking of this, my uncle smiled instead, "With your feelings and Mo Yan's feelings, the words will hand you over."

"Don't go away, the soul is gone, don't let me say it a third time."The voice was cold, shaking the sleeve, the long sword was groaning, and flying out.

“Oh, hey!”Hundreds of little ghosts turned sombre, and none of them retreated.

Without my uncle to help me translate, I also understand in my heart, it must be that these little people are not willing.

Hundreds of little people immediately swarmed up against me, not attacking the words at all.

I was surprised that these kids were going to kill me.

“Unrepentantly!”The cold voice.

“Sword rain, blood flying!”The voice whispered, “The sword is broken!”

The ink cut the finger, the blood splashed out of the finger, and the blood dripped on the sword.

The words waved the sword, and the blood in the sword kept splashing away, and the blood was like the blood arrows.

The blood directly broke through the little ghost's throat, and the blood of the ink followed the hot boiling water, and as soon as it touched the little ghost's throat, it would burn the little ghost's throat.

“If Mo is not hurt, deal with us by his own strength, and none of the people present are her opponents.”My uncle thought for a moment and said.

I naturally know the ability of the words, Mo Yan has always used the law of Taojia, from the last battle with the black python, Mo Yan had to use its own strength.

“Not yet back!”Mo said to kill a lot of little ghosts, coldly rebuked.

Rejoice in the cold voice of the ink, these little ghosts became gloomy and strange, and some of the little ghosts looked at the ink in horror.

Then some of the little devils came over, knelt down on the ground, and hushed about it.

I listened to the little boy, and my eyebrows frowned tightly, "Which ones will these little ones make again."

"It's funny, these guys want to ask Mo to help them."My uncle’s face was smiling.

I was a little stunned, just now I tried to kill us, and now I was scared, the boy even wanted to ask for forgiveness.

“What do they have to ask for help?”I didn’t understand these little guys and turned to my uncle.

"The little boy said that there was a big guy under the pit, and swallowed most of the breath away so that they could not absorb the fist, so he wanted to ask the ink to help and kill the big guy."My uncle turned to me and said.

"These little devils are really good apocalculating, but they want us to help, and we can't make them go away from their souls."I laughed and said, “There is such a good thing in the world.

“Fuck off!I don't have such a lot of idylism."The word of ink closed the long sword cold sound.

The little ones groaned and shouted at each other, and spoke endlessly.

Suddenly a dozen little devils ran over and ran to the side of the Mo Yan, whose face was cold and just wanted to pull out the long sword.

The boy immediately grabbed the thigh of the words, surrounded the words into a circle, and then kept jumping around with the words.

"Please, let's play, these little ones are not ashamed."I couldn't help but say.

"In fact, these little devils are very poor, can not be put into the reincarnation, can only watch the underground fist to maintain the soul."My uncle was more sentimental.