Fake Prodigal

Chapter 301 The rotten graveyard in the western suburbs, the thousand-year-old ghost willow!

In an instant, Li Zifeng threw his hand violently and smashed the old woman's back. The old woman flew upside down and hit a big tree.

"Blood Swallow!" The old woman was terrified and let out a low growl in despair. There was a thunder in her mind, and a blood moon appeared in front of her eyes. Swallow is known as the best lightness kung fu in the world and the king of night walks.

Li Zifeng took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, swept over Li Hao beside him, and said calmly, "Grab her and deal with it right away."

"Hey, old lamp is finished!" Li Hao smirked all over his face, carrying a mace in a cool manner, getting closer and closer to Tieguai Huapo.

"Pfft!" The old woman's eyes flashed a vicious light, and she opened her left and right hands simultaneously, throwing out two clouds of poisonous mist, one red and one yellow.

"Damn it!" Li Hao's expression changed drastically, and he covered his face with his hands. The old woman seized the opportunity, ran into the woods, and disappeared.

Li Zifeng frowned, did not go after Tieguai Huapo, looked anxiously at Li Hao, who had a green face, and said with a wry smile: "You are poisoned, what should I do?"

Li Hao was dizzy, nauseated and about to vomit blood. He took out an antidote mushroom, threw it into his mouth, and said bitterly, "It's okay, I have the antidote, but it's a pity that the old lamp ran away."

"You kid is too capable of causing trouble. You are also a killer and a martial arts master. It's too worrying!" Li Zifeng shook his head speechlessly, picked up the crumbling Li Hao on his back, and walked back to the city depressed, complaining all the way.

In the dark forest, Tieguai Huapo was running desperately, unable to tell the direction, just wanted to leave the city, as far as possible, and unknowingly, she ran into a cemetery.

"Whoosh!" A gust of night wind blew, and several green lights lit up in the cemetery. The old woman shivered a little. There were graves of different sizes and bluestone steles scattered all over the place, making it desolate and desolate.She was in the cemetery, and she became inexplicably frightened, her whole body was icy cold, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice kiln.

The old woman's head was covered with black lines, looking around, looking for the exit of the cemetery, a huge cemetery, seemingly endless, full of graves covered with weeds, in the darkness in the distance, there is a vigorous old willow tree with crooked neck , The green branches, the tree pole that ten people can't hug, the willow branches swaying in the wind, it's indescribably weird.

"The old man has been in the world for decades, has killed countless people, and has never been afraid of ghosts." The old woman said to herself, emboldened herself, walked around the graveyard with a cane, looking for the exit.

In the cemetery at midnight, there was an old lady walking, still muttering to herself, whoever saw this scene would be scared to death, thinking she had hit a ghost!

An hour later, the old woman was in a daze, standing in front of a tombstone, looking at the old black and white photos, looking up at the dim moonlight. She was trembling all over, and her face was as ugly as it was. She had seen this tombstone before. Three times, I encountered a ghost hitting the wall, and I couldn't get out of the cemetery no matter what.

The old woman took out her mobile phone and checked the time. It was 01:30 in the morning, and the cold night wind was blowing. She shivered and put away her mobile phone. Looking at the old willow tree a hundred meters away, she began to curse at the top of her voice. It is said that when a ghost hits a wall, besides a boy urinating, cursing can also break it.

The old woman held her head high and strode forward with her cane on her back. She kept cursing all the way, and her heart was beating drums. She had been walking in the rivers and lakes for decades, but she had never encountered such a wicked thing as a ghost hitting a wall.

"Little bastard, you bastard, the whole family will die...!" The more the old woman thought about it, the more angry she became, and she regretted provoking Li Hao. Yiren also met a ruthless person like Blood Swallow, and was chased all the way to the graveyard. This is not over, and he also encountered a ghost hitting the wall, which was all caused by Li Hao. This is the evil broom star.

The old woman lowered her head and moved forward, cursing all the way, without realizing it, she was getting closer and closer to the old willow tree, and the distance between the two was no more than 20 meters.

The biting wind blew past, the hair on the old woman's body stood on end, her spirits lifted, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the old willow tree close at hand, and said in amazement: "Hey, why did I come here!"

"Ah!" The old woman screamed, her scalp was numb, and she was shocked to find that there were red ribbons hanging from the branches of the old willow tree, and there were a lot of white old hangers hanging on the ribbons.

The dark wind blew through the cracks in the bones of the old hanger, making a strange whistling. The old woman was terrified and backed up again and again, her heart felt cold, her feet slipped, she tripped over something, and fell to the ground. This time it was definitely not a flop. Really fell.

"The rotten grave in the western suburbs, the thousand-year-old ghost willow!" The old woman's mind roared, a thunder flashed, her old eyes widened in disbelief, and she looked at the old willow tree full of hanged ghosts. She was so mad that she wanted to vomit blood. The sky is empty, why are there so many hanged ghosts?

The old woman's hair was blown up, her face was ashen, and she got up and ran away. She didn't have the air of a master. The legend of the thousand-year-old ghost willow has been spread too widely. It is said that whoever sees someone die will become a hanged ghost on the ghost willow.

She panicked and ran back and forth around the cemetery, but she couldn't get out of the cemetery no matter what. She ran so fast that she bumped into a big tree and fell to the ground, her eyes were dark.

She rubbed her eyes, looked up at the old willow tree, and the old hangers full of trees were shaking in front of her eyes. She spit out a mouthful of old blood with horror, and struggled to stand up, away from the terrifying old willow tree.

Suddenly, the willow branches swayed strangely, the willow leaves rattled, the old woman's heart was broken, and she rushed out like a rabbit shot by an arrow. Before she had run three steps, her ankle was tight, and the green willow branches were wrapped around her feet , the willow branch lifted up.

Lifting her up like a chicken, she was hung upside down on the willow tree. The old woman wanted to cry but had no tears. She became a member of the old hanger and began to struggle violently. The more she struggled, the more willow branches entangled her around. It was almost wrapped into a big rice dumpling.

Tieguai Huapo let out a long sigh, gave up resisting, moved her hand with her only ability, took out the fruit phone, dialed a number, and said in frustration: "Master, is this disciple going to die?"

Fukagawa City, in the outskirts of Qingmei Temple, in the grand hall.

A Taoist nun Qingmei, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly jumped up, holding the phone in her hand, and exclaimed: "Wuliang Tianzun, where are you in Nandu, I will send someone to rescue you immediately as a teacher."

Tieguai Huapo was full of bitterness, and sighed, "There's no hurry, I met a strong enemy, I fled to the western suburb of Lanbu, and met a thousand-year-old ghost willow."

Daoist Qingmei was stunned, her face was pale, and her voice tremblingly said: "Disciple, you have done a lot of evil, and you have warned me many times. Even if you don't listen, Master can't save you. I left a last wish, and I will help you realize it."

"Kill Li Hao and Geng Chunnan, avenge me!" Tieguai Huapo was out of breath, her voice trembling.

(End of this chapter)