I Am the Corpse Master

"No."

Jiang Lin shook his head, he didn't know what was wrong with Feng Yunting's brain, and insisted that he was on fire here.

If it is because the Yang Yan in his body is out of control and burns everything away from the body, then it is still possible.

But what Han Jizu said was right, if it really burned, even his Yang Yan, or even the Sun True Fire and Immortal Fire, should leave traces.

But as soon as the words fell, Jiang Lin was stunned.

He found that the house where he was staying was filled with ghostly aura, and it was different from the yin and evil spirits that pervaded the corners of the walls. These ghostly auras belonged to the hanged ghost in the red plum tree.

After discovering this, Jiang Lin was even more puzzled.

From this point of view, it was most likely because he passed out yesterday, which alerted the hanged ghost in Hongmei and made him appear.

This happened to be seen by Feng Yunting.

This is rather reasonable.

It's just that the ghost in the room is a little too strong.

But in this case, what happened to the fire that Feng Yunting had been talking about.

At this moment, Jiang Lin glanced at a brush by the wall. It was the one that was burnt to black by the fire.

Then he froze.

Is it possible...

Just when Jiang Lin was surprised, Han Jizu raised his hand and waved in front of him, and asked, "Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's fine, I think it's because Brother Feng is too tired to read at night with the lights on."

Jiang Lin smiled, temporarily suppressing his surprise.

"Well, he still doesn't believe it."

Han Jizu clapped his hands deeply in agreement, and then he pulled Feng Yunting out, who had been defending himself. He had to rest even in the early morning.

After Han Jizu pulled Feng Yunting away, Jiang Lin looked around the room with a solemn expression.

His eyes narrowed, and after Jiang Lin opened his magic eyes, the shock in his heart became more and more intense.

There's really a fire here!

If it weren't for his deep knowledge, he might not even have discovered that most of the room had been burned, but a special power restored them to their original state.

And this special power is actually a ghost.

What is this ability?

What kind of ability is this?

Jiang Lin was really dumbfounded. He believed that he was well-informed, and he had never seen the ability to use ghost energy to restore objects that had been qualitatively and deformed to their original state.

This is not a retrospective involving time, but uses ghost energy as an element to repair those burned objects. As for those that have been deformed, the deformed parts are decomposed and returned to their original state.

What was even more outrageous was that Jiang Lin discovered that these ghosts belonged to the hanged ghost.

I'm going!

Is it really possible that there is a ghost to kill himself and rebuild it?

Now Jiang Lin can't think of any other possibility other than this guess.

I'm going, is this a ghost cave of a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

In an instant, Jiang Lin felt a chill on his back.

For a long time, he thought that the hanged ghost in Hongmei was nothing at all, and in order to stimulate the resentment in the hanged ghost, he took out the cold marrow for people to use.

As a result, they might be a hidden boss!

Maybe people know everything!

Jiang Lin couldn't help but re-examine his situation. He originally planned to absorb some evil spirits in this Pan Mansion in a low-key manner, but now things are far beyond his expectations.

If there is a ghost cultivator here, he must run as far as he can.

Those medicinal powers on him have not been completely eliminated, and practitioners and evil spirits at the same level or a higher level cannot see it, but it does not mean that there is no other person who cannot see it.

When Jiang Lin was pacing and thinking, he let out a light sigh.

Because when he looked at how much of his medicinal power remained, he discovered that the corpse poison in his body contained some unfamiliar ghost energy, which belonged to the hanged ghost.

Could it be that she helped me last night?

After having such an idea in his heart, Jiang Lin linked this incident with the hanged ghost to put out the fire.

Therefore, he deduced that the hanged ghost in Hongmei probably had no ill will towards him.

Chapter [*] Fortunately, I scare myself (on)

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin still felt full of doubts.

If the hanged ghost in Hongmei is really a hidden boss, why did you thank him in the first place?

Is it possible that he is acting?

There shouldn't be so many actors, right?

And it doesn't make sense.

Hesitating and pacing, Jiang Lin wanted to show his identity directly, called out the hanged ghost in Hongmei, and asked clearly.

But he also worried that if he pointed out the details of the hanged ghost because of his abruptness, it would cause the other party's displeasure or disgust, thus causing trouble.

After weighing it for a while, Jiang Lin decided to ask Han Jizu. After all, the hanged ghost that appeared here has been seen.

He needs to know whether there is any potential danger in this Pan Mansion under the calm surface.

If anything, he'd better leave early.

Yesterday, there was another problem in his body, Qiu Rong and Xiao Xie fell into a coma again, he really needed the evil spirit here.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be so forward-looking.

After finding Han Jizu and Feng Yunting, Jiang Lin brought up the topic of hanging ghosts. Feng Yunting insisted that he had absolutely no dazzling eyes, but he couldn't explain what was going on. Jiang Lin always mentioned Han Jizu about hanging ghosts, so he Immediately joined.

Moreover, he wants Han Jizu to think of a way to see if there is any way to the hell.

Seeing Feng Yunting being so persistent, Han Jizu also became a little curious, and recalled some strange things he had heard before.

In the end, what surprised Jiang Lin was that this kid was so good-looking that he did a hell of a lot of tricks, and he even pretended to be serious.

Jiang Lin looked at Han Jizu's serious appearance, and felt that if he was not a Taoist, he would even believe this kid's nonsense.

Putting on a woman's panties over her head, or smearing a mirror on a mirror with child's urine, is a bit of a fool.

Apart from the usefulness of using cow tears, everything else is nonsense.

And using cow tears, it has to be at night, even at night, the ghosts here don't show up, and you can't see them if you want to see them.

However, Jiang Lin naturally saw it without saying it, and accompanied Han Jizu and Feng Yunting to make trouble. Of course, he himself did not participate.

The reason why he didn't stop it was because Han Jizu and Feng Yunting could give him an excuse.

He wanted to meet the hanged ghost face to face, but it was really inconvenient for him to take the initiative when nothing was clear at the moment, but after Han Jizu and Feng Yunting got together like this, he could make a coax at will, and he would be able to take the initiative. The meaning is conveyed in the past.

Han Jizu didn't know much about the hanged ghost here. Even his cousin, who originally lived in the west of the city, naturally didn't know much about the past of Pan Mansion.

In this case, if Jiang Lin wanted to know the details of the hanged ghost, he had to ask the witnesses, but where did he go to find this damn witness.

In the afternoon, Jiang Lin accompanies Han Jizu and Feng Yunting, two funny people, to stroll around the street, and he has all the ways that Han Jizu needs.

When these two funny objects were about to be haunted, Jiang Lin also found some idle people to ask about the haunting of the Pan Mansion, but unfortunately, he did not gain much.

Back at the Pan Mansion, and in front of Jiang Lin's temporary residence, Han Jizu said to Jiang Lin, "Brother Jiang, you have practiced boxing and kick kung fu, and you are very energetic. I'm afraid you will scare the ghosts away, so don't participate. If we meet When I get there, I'll tell you what a ghost looks like."

"It doesn't matter, just try, I really want to see what that hanged ghost looks like. Anyway, I'm not afraid of any ghosts or strange things. If there is really a hanged ghost, I hope she can show up. Although I, Jianglin, are not a kind person who does all kinds of good things, I don’t do all kinds of evil, whether people are ghosts or ghosts, I don’t have any malicious intentions, so am I afraid of ghosts?”

Jiang Lin smiled, even if Han Jizu didn't say it, he wouldn't accompany the two to play a monkey show together.

When he said this, he could raise his voice a little.

I just want to convey my meaning to the hanged ghost.

Young Master Jiang, isn't he afraid of ghosts?That's really good.

At this time, the hanged ghost in the red plum was overjoyed. She had accepted Jiang Lin's grace for protecting and transplanting, and she wanted to thank him personally.

It's just that she was always afraid that her death would be too terrifying and would scare Jiang Lin, so she never showed up.

Now that Jiang Lin said that she is not afraid of ghosts, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

Afterwards, Han Jizu and Feng Yunting acted like monkeys. They were either dancing to the gods, or pulling over a woman's panties. In the end, they learned to crawl through their crotch like a dog.

It is said that you can see ghosts in this way.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin had good self-control and didn't burst out laughing.

However, the hanged ghost in the red plum was so amused by these two jokers that he almost burst out laughing.

After working for nearly an hour, Han Jizu and Feng Yunting didn't even see a ghost, so even Feng Yunting didn't shout that he saw a hanged ghost.

Not at all.

After the two emptied some utensils away, Jiang Lin entered the room, took this biography and sat down quietly.

Anyway, he conveyed the meaning. He didn't have any malicious intentions in coming here. The well water did not violate the river water, and he just wanted to absorb some evil spirits. Now we will see how the hanged ghost responds.

After nightfall, the red plums on Jiang Lin's desk bloomed with a fragrant fragrance and floated towards the beam above his head.

Jiang Lin pretended not to pay attention, and after a while, a white sash appeared on the beam, and one end hung down on the back of his neck.

Jiang Lin reached out and touched Bai Ling on the back of his neck, then turned his head away.

At this time, Bai Ling turned into a rain of petals, and finally turned into a hanged ghost.

Finally showed up.

Jiang Lin looked at the hanged ghost, and the expression on his face couldn't help being a little solemn.

He can see clearly the cultivation of this female ghost. If it is really fighting, I am afraid that the charms in his hands will be able to do it.