"Run...Run!"

Zhang Chunlong shouted, turned around and ran away. A group of people continued to run towards the street in a rainy night. Heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and the roar of wind. Such nights soon crushed them with fatigue and fear. Wu Meng, the weakest body, fell at the end. She sat in the rain and gasped, and looked back at the woman moving closer and closer to her. Wu Meng crawled to the side with trembling, trying to climb into the alley between the corridors to save herself, but after only a few steps, she was caught. She screamed and was dragged back by the woman and was still on the street. The woman stroked Wu Meng's cheek with her broken hand. Wu Meng screamed and pushed the woman's body with her hand. The woman stood up with a smile and said:

"It's not your turn, haha..."

The woman in white let go of Wu Meng and walked towards the rainy night with a slow staggering pace. Wu Meng was already scared and lost her voice. She struggled in the rain and ran back to the villa area without daring to turn her head. When she got up, she fell down many times. She walked into Villa No. 117 with her steps, and sat at the door of the villa, knocking on the door with all her strength.

The knock on the door woke up the drowsy person. Before Ye Huaran could wake up from his fear, he screamed and opened his teeth and claws to get up. He looked at the others and howled and ran towards the door. As soon as he stepped out of the white-printed body protection, his sight turned into blood red. He felt a strong sense of disgust, and his body seemed to be unable to hold on. He wanted to turn around, but his body had no other movements at all. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back, falling back to the protection area of ​​his body protection. His whole body relaxed, and the feeling of weakness disappeared immediately.

He opened the door, and Wu Meng, who was slumped at the door, dragged Wu Meng into the room and stepped into the protective circle. Ye Huaran finally returned to normal and quickly grabbed Wu Meng's shoulder and shouted:

"Where are they? Have they escaped?"

Wu Meng was trembling and couldn't speak. Fan Mengqi quickly pulled off the blanket on her body and wrapped it in. Wu Meng, who was trembling, raised her face and stammered:

"Ghost...the ghost is...the outside!"

Everyone looked out the house. Except for the dark night, there was a torrential rain. A cold wind squeezing rainwater made everyone feel their hair standing upside down. Zhang Hu'en blocked Shu Chong who was about to close the door and said:

"Open the door to welcome him. With me here, I have to see what is so arrogant."

"Shouldn't we run away?"

"Escape? From the moment we entered this villa, we have fallen into a trap set by evil ghosts. No matter where you escape, evil ghosts will come to you."

"Then won't we die?"

"I said that I am here to keep you safe for a while. As long as you can find the ghost's body, there is still hope to break this trap. However, this ghost is very smart and will always take one step ahead of me. Of course, as long as we all work together..."

"It's a woman."

"What did you say?"

Zhang Hu'en looked at Wu Meng who was still shaking, and Wu Meng immediately said:

… “It’s a woman in white, with red eyes, holding a broken hand in her hand. She is chasing us. It’s her, she’s a ghost!”

"You!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the upstairs, and the five people stood up like frightened birds. Zhang Hu'en gritted his teeth and felt angry. His mind suddenly spread out from the soles of his feet with him as the center. His pure mind power was much stronger than Buddhist mind power. He quickly covered the entire room. There was only a whisper from the rooftop, as if someone was whispering in his ears that a ghost was coming, making people feel uncomfortable.

Don't eat the power of thought? Zhang Hu'en thought to himself. Sure enough, he pulled out the cross-demonic pestle and ordered everyone to stay in the circle and recite:

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and all sufferings..."

He walked upstairs step by step. With each step, his feet shining brightly, and Buddhist thoughts kept driving away the resentment attached to the ground. The four people sitting in the hall looked at the place where he walked. The color of the walls and stairs was obviously clearer than the surrounding colors, and they were speechless. After Zhang Hu'en walked to the second floor, the place where he had purified was swallowed by the resentment around him, as if it was eroded by invisible minions, and gradually returned to his usual color.

The place where the loud noise came was the house where Zhang Wanran lived. The door had been knocked open by brute force, and some wood chips were sprinkled on the surrounding ground. Zhang Hu'en pushed the door in and looked at the rain in the room. He walked towards the opened window. He came to the window and looked at the dark street below. A woman in white appeared on the street when lightning cried. She looked at Zhang Hu'en with a smile on her face, and her scarlet eyes directly penetrated into his heart.

"Read!"

Lightning flashed and the woman disappeared from sight, but Zhang Hu'en could feel a cold feeling gathering behind her back. He was a little disgusted with this trick of hide and seek, and said with a smile:

"If you know me, you will not attack me from behind. You need to know that what I hate the most is the treacherous villain who stabs someone in the back."

Zhang Hu'en turned around, and the cross demon-subduing pestle in his hand blocked the flying chair. The furniture in the room was floating in the air at this moment, and it started to turn around. Zhang Hu'en avoided the wardrobe, quickly formed a sunshine seal with his hands, and drank at the furniture:

"Okay! Okay, Biriluo, Dudu, Feng!"

White light kept appearing from the demon-subduing pestle, and the furniture controlled by ghosts exploded one after another, turning into pieces of wood chips. Zhang Hu'en saw a ball of shadow running past the door, lifted up and chased after him. He saw him drill into the wall. He ignored him and directly printed a sun wheel, and a small hole was blown up on the wall!

"I still want to run?"

Zhang Hu'en aimed at the line of shadow escape, and his whole body was full of concentration of mind. He used the demon-subduing pestle to continuously use the Sun Wheel Seal, like smashing a wall, and it kept blowing from upstairs to downstairs. The four people downstairs watched Zhang Hu'en chase a shadow and ran down from above. At the beginning, there was a white light. The wall immediately exploded with earth and rocks, and a fist-sized hole appeared. They were all stunned. This plot was simply beyond imagination and completely out of the scope that normal people could understand.

Zhang Hu'en chased the ghost and ran towards the kitchen. The ghost immediately turned into a kitchen knife and shot towards him. Zhang Hu'en blocked it with a demon-subduing pestle. After a while, Zhang Hu'en repeated the chanting of the King of Unmoved King of Ming Dynasty, took out a golden bowl from his bag with his right hand, and a golden light flashed out of the kitchen. A ball of black mist howled like a tear-breaking and was covered by the golden light, and was sucked in by the golden bowl in a moment.

Zhang Hu'en held the cover of the bowl with his back hand, covered the golden bowl with both hands, and walked towards the living room while reciting the Vajra Braid. When he walked into the living room, the four of them watched him chanting the Sanskrit sound that he could not understand, and they all moved away. He walked into the white patterned body protection, placed the golden bowl in a circle, pulled out the hammer and smashed it on the golden bowl. The first sentence he said was:

… “I told you to play with me, I told you to be dishonest!”

A crisp sound came from the golden bowl, and the black fog inside made a harsh howl, causing the four people around to cover their ears. Shu Chong hurriedly did not forget to take photos. The black fog in the golden bowl was tortured by the sound of the golden sound. After the attack, a pair of barefoots appeared at the door.

"Monk, do you have to go against me?"

The woman in white showed up in front of everyone with Zhang Chunlong's head. Zhang Chunlong's eyes were staring at everyone with his eyes closed. Zhang Hu'en looked up at the woman and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone of you, such evil demons and heretics, will be punished."

"joke!"

The woman raised her foot and stepped on the Buddhist beads at the door. The Buddhist beads made a loud noise and were directly shattered. Zhang Hu'en's face turned cold. Isn't this woman a ghost? The woman said that Zhang Chunlong's head was thrown towards him. He raised his hand and grabbed the twisted head. When he threw it back, he threw Zhang Chunlong's head into the trash can in the corner of the wall. When he turned around, he saw that the woman had stepped into the white-patterned circle, but there was nothing unusual?

Zhang Hu'en stood up and pulled out the vajra to stab the woman. A hole was opened in the woman's head, but she still rushed towards the golden bowl regardless of scruples. How could Zhang Hu'en let her do what she wanted? His right hand grabbed the woman's throat with a claw and lifted her up hard. The woman's legs kicked in the air, but she couldn't escape Zhang Hu'en's control. Zhang Hu'en pressed her to the ground, took out the diamond hammer from her bag with her left hand and smashed it on her head. With one hammer, the woman's entire face was smashed, and with another hammer, it even smashed her brain.

"This...this is really memorable!"

Shu Chong recorded the whole video. Even though he was not afraid, he was disgusted by Zhang Hu'en's methods. Seeing that the woman was gone, Zhang Hu'en stood up and looked at Jin Bo, but found that Jin Bo was gone.

"who?"

A figure ran out with the golden bowl in his arms. Zhang Hu'en chased him out. Wu Meng ran and threw the golden bowl to the ground. The person followed him and chased him out. Wu Meng picked up the golden bowl that had not fallen away and continued to run forward. Everyone followed her out of the hospital. Wu Meng accelerated in the heavy rain and ran wildly towards the street.

"Is she crazy?"

Shu Chong said speechlessly, Zhang Hu'en chasing him while pulling out the magic weapon, and turned around and said:

"No, it's a ghost!" r1152
Chapter completed!