I turned around to close the door, the hand holding my legs suddenly a cold surge, I hummed my head, I saw the middle-nest face iron and blue, the small eye behind the lens suddenly rose up a layer of green and secluded light, the corners of the mouth hooked up a curd of evil charm, the hand snoring, inserted into my legs.

I ate for a while, I kicked him out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Tm is really afraid of what comes, Grandpa, really come only big!

“What the hell are you!” he looked at the middle-aged man.

The "middle-aged man" did not ignore me, but slowly stood up, looked at the blood on his hands, licked his tongue, and immediately stared at me with green eyes.

“Good blood.”He said that the blood on his hand was licked clean, and some of the blood on his mouth, he did not forget to stick out his tongue and lick it again.

I couldn't bear to look down: "This ghost brother, you such an uncle woke up, don't you want to vomit."

"In the king's hand, he still wants to return to the soul?"The cold voice came out of the mouth of the "middle-aged man" with a hint of sneer, and then he stared at me with a gloomy voice: "Your blood is good, but you can slowly keep it and drink it, I don't know how to eat meat?"

There was a cold in my heart, as if I had seen my throat plugged in a tube, and a Western knife was inserted in my arm, waiting for the ghost brother to look like a big swoon.

"You're good idea, it's really easier to eat."The "middle-aged man" suddenly smiled, as if to see through my brain, was striding toward me.

My heart was in a hurry, I was in a hurry to roll on the ground, and I pulled away from him, and the peach sword in my hand was rubbed with a wound on my leg, and the peach wood sword was full of light, and I grabbed the peach wood sword and threw it at the middle-aged man.

The "middle-aged man" flashed, but the peach wood sword followed him like a long eye.He left a sneak in the corner of his mouth, suddenly rubbed in his hand, a blue smoke, a smoke came out, and immediately the wind was blowing around him, and the dead paper money floated up again, and the boiling even blocked my sight, and at the same time blocked the tracking of the peach wood sword.

I knew he was setting the barrier, and at once touched a copper bell with blood on his wrist from his leg.

The "ringing bell" rang fiercely from the bell, followed by countless golden lights rushing out of the wristbell, penetrating the paper money and hitting the middle-aged.

The middle-aged man was once a meal, and the golden light immediately tangled the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground with a bang.

"Smelly girl!" cried the middle-aged man, but the iron on his face slowly receded, and the baboon expression was a little dull.

I quickly rolled into the counter, pulled out a black tulip of turquoise lock, just looked up, saw a green man struggling to come out of the top of the middle-aged man's head, stinging into the body of the broken paper man before.

The paperman immediately stood up, groaned his hands and feet, and turned around and threw himself toward the middle-aged man on the ground.

"Good!" I shouted, the twilight lock in my hand was excite, and a chain was formed in the air, and the paper man was firmly locked at once, and at the same time, the black light was intertwined, forming a circular junction, and the dead tied the green man in the paper body, and it was futile to let it struggle.

“Hold...” I sat on my ass and gasped, only to find that my body had been soaked in sweat.

"Smelly girl, how can you have a soul lock, glazed!" the ghost brother struggled for half a day, a green and fiery light into a big eye staring at me, as if to stare at me out of a hole.

"My grandfather was a priest, and he gave it all to me."I shook the ancient copper bells on my hands, and a burst of golden light overflowed, the huge green eyes thumped, and a blurred human outline came out.

I said, “Brother, you’re so good.”

Grandpa said that the big ghost shape can be condensed into an entity, which looks no different from real people, and only if it is seriously damaged will it become weak, which is the best time to eliminate it.

"Yes, it is so false, do you want to make up for the king?" a demonic voice came out of the man's shape with sarcasm.

"No, I don't know how to feed the ghosts."I couldn’t help but shive, think about it, and sit on top of him cross-legged.

"Brother ghost, you see the day is also about to dawn, you come out to play have enough, should you go back?"

"You're going to let me go?" the demonic voice with a sneer of distrust.

"Oh, how can I say let it go, I'll send you back."I laughed and sweated coldly behind me.

My grandfather only taught me to sleep and fight ghosts, and didn't teach me to kill ghosts!