The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1617 Ghosts
"Damn it, I was scared to death, but luckily I've already left."

Ten minutes ago, when they were about to contact the Second Young Master, the first communication they took out suddenly broke.

At first they just thought it was accidentally damaged by bumping somewhere. Although the communication jade was damaged by bumping, it is a bit outrageous to say it, but it can be explained. It's just that when they took out the second one, the second one The communication jade is also broken.

The failure of the two communication devices can also be explained by this, reluctantly.

But when the third one shattered, they became vigilant.

Then there was the fourth, and the moment it shattered, the weapons in their hands were ready.

There was a sharp coldness in those eyes, and they looked around. They leaned back to back, and their nerves tensed up.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Why don't you show up if you have the ability?"

"Your Excellency, please show up and see."

"This fellow Taoist dare not show up, does he feel that he has no face to appear in front of us?"

……

The four men in black spoke out one after another, with only one purpose, to find out the man in the dark.

After they finished speaking, a cool breeze blew by in the night, and there was no one there.

"That, head, could it be that we are thinking too much?"

One of the men in black frowned, with a hesitant tone.

"Shut up, the four communication jade tokens burst one after another. You say this is an accident? Is it a coincidence? Heh, if you tell me that you can climb a tree better than that sow, no one will believe it."

"But boss, based on your sense of smell, I think you should be able to smell it in a radius of [-] meters, no matter how powerful the man's concealment method is to cover up his breath. Sensing the appearance of someone."

In the last half of the sentence, the voice of the man in black was extremely low, but it was still clearly heard by the man in black called the head, and his face turned black instantly.

"What do you mean I smell it? Do you think I'm a dog?"

"It doesn't even have breath, so it could be a ghost."

On the left side of the other end, there was a young man with his neck shrunk, his eyes looking around, his voice trembling, especially when he talked about ghosts, his tone changed.

"Nonsense, how could there be ghosts in this world?"

However, just as the voice of the head fell, an indifferent voice came from all directions with ethereal, "Oh, listen to you, you seem to be very scared ghosts?"

The appearance of this voice made them tremble all over.

"Head, does the sound sound like a ghost?"

It was the same man in black, he shook his body, his voice was trembling, his eyes were tightly closed, he didn't dare to open them at all, for fear that a ghost would appear in front of him when he opened them.

Leng Wuyou, who was hidden in the air, raised his eyebrows in surprise, these people are all monks, why do they have such an attitude when ghosts are mentioned?

Asking with Leng Wuyou's eyes, Patriarch Ling sighed helplessly, and there seemed to be a bit of fear in his expression.

This made Leng Wuyou even more curious.

"Little friend, I don't know, that ghost is not the kind of ghost that turns resentment into ghosts and evil spirits that are rumored among ordinary people! People turn into ghosts after death..."

Patriarch Ling frowned, took a long breath, and said with a bit of nervousness and unconcealable panic in his tone, "That kind of ghost, to be precise, we call him a ghost, that is A very terrifying existence."

"They can't be killed, they reproduce extremely fast, and they attach themselves to people. No one can see them. They feed on the flesh and soul of various creatures. Every time they devour the flesh and blood of these creatures, their strength is sitting on the ground. They soar as fast as rockets, and they can assimilate humans and turn them into their own companions."

Following the story of Patriarch Ling, Leng Wuyou's eyes gradually changed, and the light in his eyes was a little complicated and difficult to understand.

Well, what the Ling Patriarch said could possibly be...

"How do you know about ghosts like Uncle Lin? Or is it that this kind of ghosts once flooded the heavens?"

(End of this chapter)