Vampire cute baby tomb robber

This is not right!

Qu Luo clearly knew something was wrong, but he still listened to Nangong Baiye's words and swallowed the unpalatable food.

Nangong Hongyan's complexion was not so good, there was a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and her hands under the table were shaking non-stop.

This way of eating is so abnormal!

She suddenly remembered what her grandfather taught them when they were young. He said: "A person earns a breath, and a ghost earns a stick of incense. They can't eat, they can only smell it..."

Nangong Hongyan was terrified, she held down her hand, not wanting to shake it so obviously.

Jiang Dao smiled at her, his eyes were black and blue: "Miss Seven, eat quickly, this dish won't taste good when it's cold."

Nangong Hongyan lowered her head, suppressed her fear, and ate the food on the plate mouthful after mouthful.

She remembered it all.

This meal is the meal of the underworld.

Grandpa said that when everyone just dies, they have to eat such a meal.

An Sheng, who died most of the time, left after eating.

Only a small number of people would like to drag other living people to eat with them when eating underworld meals, so as to facilitate their reincarnation.

At this time, you must pretend to eat without knowing anything.

otherwise……

Nangong Hongyan didn't dare to think about it anymore, she thought how could she be so unlucky to have encountered such a thing!

After about a few minutes, Jiang Dao seemed to be full. He stared at Beiming Liancheng who hadn't even touched a bite of food, and asked like crazy: "Why don't you eat? Why don't you eat?" Do not eat!"

"He's a picky eater." Nangong Baiye stood sideways to block him, with a corner of his mouth smiling.

"What did you say?" Jiang Dao's entire face changed, looking ferocious like a ghost.

Seeing that Nangong Baiye couldn't get away with it, he simply bent his index finger, threw away the bamboo chopsticks, and Pofeng's claws came towards Jiang Dao. The movement was neat and beautiful, directly pinching his throat!

Jiang Dao laughed sinisterly, and even spoke with a beast-like pant: "It's really stupid, only the living are afraid of your trick, since you don't want to eat my food, come down with me and become a ghost!"

As Jiang Dao said, his eyes turned upwards, leaving only the terrifying white.

The surrounding servants have also changed, each wearing shrouds that can only be worn in the underworld, walking towards them step by step...

If you stop eating in the underworld, you have to walk the way to the underworld. This is karma.

Nangong Baiye naturally knew about robbing tombs in his previous life and exorcising demons in his later life, but it was indeed hard to break.

She originally thought that she would be able to escape this catastrophe after eating... Sigh, she overestimated a certain Highness's endurance.

Beiming Liancheng still had his usual smile, and the light in Peach Blossom's eyes was as cold as before. He was really a gentle and elegant young man.

He looked at the only dish in front of him that hadn't been smelled, picked up one of the chopsticks, and moved gracefully: "There's too much oil."

Nangong Hongyan screamed in fear, his Seventh Master was still in the mood to sit there and evaluate the dishes!

Nangong Baiye sighed involuntarily, thinking that there was no need to count on her senior brother for help.

If he cared, he would have reminded her like the last time he came to Jiang's house for tea before all the tables were served.

Not saying anything like "looks good" at all.

It's clear that I'm just waiting for the good show to start...

Those people wearing shrouds got closer and closer, and a wooden table was rattled and almost cracked.

Jiang Dao seemed to be chewing something, his jaw was tight, there were no eyes and nose, only a black hole-like mouth was torn apart, and hoarse panting came out from it.

Nangong Hongyan yelled in horror: "Go away! I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

Nangong Xiaomiao was sitting next to her, opened her arms towards Master Hei, swayed her body, and said in a cute romantic voice: "Hei Xiaosi, don't be afraid, I will protect you, hurry up and join Master Xiaomiao and me." hug!"

Hei Si waved calmly with a small face: "I'm not afraid at all."

"Oh..." Nangong Xiaomiao scratched her ears, and threw herself into his arms: "Then protect me, I'm afraid!"

Nangong Baiye's face turned green while listening, son, do you still know what moral integrity is? Who is it that you inherited such shamelessness from?

Hei Si pushed away the little man who was stuck in his arms, Nangong Xiaomiao was a head shorter than him, she felt relieved just after pushing away, and pulled the man back to protect her behind, a pair of black Zhanzhan Staring at Jiang Dao with his eyes, he was full of righteousness: "Come one more step, and we will have a duel!"

This kid really fights duel if he has nothing to do, that's a ghost, not a human, let's fight!

Nangong Baiye held his forehead, brushed the small bag on Nangong Xiaomiao's back with one hand, turned around, flipped to the ground beautifully, with two red threads wrapped around his hands, and the other end of the red thread was locked on Jiang Dao's neck...

It turned out that at the very beginning, Nangong Baiye had pinched his life, but Jiang Dao didn't know it yet, his dark mouth was wide open, determined to pull him down.

Nangong Baiye locked the corpse rope tightly, and said fiercely and viciously: "Let me ask one last question, do you want to be annihilated by the soul flying from my beating, or let me take you people back to hell right now!"

Jiang Dao seemed to have heard some funny joke, and snorted coldly: "Just relying on your bloody rope, you want to annihilate my soul flying? It's just a dream!"

"Heh, how do you know if you don't try it?" Nangong Baiye tilted his head, hooked his lips, and flexed his fingers: "Lin, soldier, fight, who, all, array, row, in front..."

As she chanted the mantra, the soul-locking rope turned red, and the exorcism knife seemed to be coated with a layer of golden Buddha light, branching out one after another, a total of eighteen, hanging behind Nangong Baiye ...

"Excuse the evil!"

One command.

All ghosts cry.

Jiang Dao opened his eyes wide, looking at the light penetrating his soul, struggling to stretch out a sharp claw...

"You..." Who is it?

He didn't have time to ask what he said, it changed into a misty black wind and disappeared in mid-air.

Nangong Baiye stood there with his chin raised slightly, his arrogant but not arrogant little face was a bit delicate, his slender and powerful left leg was lifted up and stepped on the corpse, his unruly eyes, and his unassuming back were easy to see. It can make people think of the word queen.

She glanced sideways and glanced at the little man: "Hurry up and come to work!"

"Yes, mother!" Nangong Xiaomiao rushed over, touched Jiang Dao from the beginning to the end, and took all the objects that could be taken. Grandpa said that the things of the dead are bad luck. Ghost things are stuff of the underworld, and they cannot be passed on, otherwise they will be reincarnated one by one, and there will be endless.

Nangong Xiaomiao was serious about touching her, and the little man didn't notice it. Right at the door of the living room, Jiang Xinzheng watched this scene with red eyes, his eyes were filled with hatred...