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Chapter 908 The Four Dead Star Lords, Wang Lingguan!(2/2)

“…”

Now, Yang Yu was too lazy to persuade him anymore. He walked forward a few steps and suddenly reached out and grabbed a cloud of gray mist from behind the Lingguan mud statue.

"Ah~"

The sharp and harsh screams overwhelmed the little toad's cry. The latter was in a trance first, and then furious:

"You little devil dare to bully the spiritual officer?"

The three-legged golden toad pounced on it in a rage, about to smash the fog that these little ghosts gathered, but did not want to be pointed at by Yang Yuyi to the ground.

"you!"

The little toad was furious.

"Have you forgotten the temple couplet in front of Lingguan Temple?"

Yang Yu said casually, causing the little toad to froze. His palm spread out, and in the mist, there was a little ghost about a foot long and with a bellyband.

"This little devil is not trying to bully the spirit officials, but there is nowhere to go except this temple in the city..."

Yu Yang said.

When he came to this world, he actually saw very few ghosts.

In Qianshan City, the spiritual qi is too strong and there is a formation in which the souls of a person die and there are few soul bodies that have survived.

This little ghost can come here because there are spiritual officials who pray devoutly, and the aura in this temple can accommodate ghosts.

If it were anyone else who could not tolerate it, I was afraid that it would be wiped out immediately.

Incense itself also has power, and it is fierce to the soul body.

"Tell me, how did you come here?"

Yu Yang asked softly.

The moment I caught this little ghost, the eight or nine mysterious skills were fluctuating faintly, but this seemed to be no disaster...

When the martial arts practice is opened, you can already detect good fortune and good fortune in the dark. After his Martial Saint achieves and cultivates the eight or nine mysterious skills, this perception becomes more and more keen and clear.

At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something beneficial to him...

“Wow~”

This little devil seemed to be frightened, crying so hard that he was out of breath:

"Mom, I'm afraid, it hurts, I'm afraid..."

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Yang Yu restrained his breath and blood, slowed down his voice, and the invisible aura spread, and the little toad's anger suddenly dissipated.

It was suddenly a little shocked, not because of this aura that could change emotions, but how could Kuixing, the legendary ghostly, be...

Under the peaceful aura, the little ghost became quiet, shrinking into a ball of body, and slowly stretching, but it seemed that it could not speak, and came and went, and only called "Mother".

It seems that this is the only obsession...

"Not afraid, no fear..."

Yang Yu softly comforted the little devil and touched his eyebrows with his fingers:

"Tell me, how did you come..."

Buzz!

The moment he touched the little ghost's eyebrows, Yang Yu had half closed his eyes. He concentrated and followed the fluctuations in the dark.

It seemed that a scene was unfolding before his eyes.

It was a simple house, not big, but there was a family of four living in a family of four, the drunk father, and the old woman who was praying devoutly with her child in front of the table:

"Spiritual bless me, bless me, bless me..."

"Who worships the God of Destruction, give me the doll..."

The young woman snatched the child from the old woman's hand, pushed the door out, and handed the child to a serious middle-aged man:

"Be good at baby, be good at baby, be good at serving the dragon son is your blessing. Don't cry, don't cry..."

"The family of Lin Da, once again offered a spiritual child, and gave him three taels of gold, ten taels of silver, twenty stones of rice and flour, and hundreds of kilograms of meat..."

"Lin Da, you are very good. If there are still some rewards in the coming year, there will only be more rewards..."

"Empress, walk slowly, walk slowly..."

"Haha, so many, so much more than the previous few times..."

"Spiritual, save my grandson..."

Intermittent sounds are transmitted through the ghost's soul.

"mother……"

boom!

The picture blurred for a moment, as if the scene changed, and then the picture fluctuated violently.

"Mom, it hurts..."

In the extreme fear, the sound of drinking and laughter came with loud talk:

"Fresh! All kinds of ingredients, this is the most delicious! No, he is the young master's unparalleled cooking skills and the best in the world..."
Chapter completed!
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