Museum of Demons

　　 Wei Yuan stared at the red embroidered shoes.

　　The other ghosts have not figured out the situation.

The female ghost wearing three-inch golden lotus and red embroidered shoes hung her head, her black hair hung behind her back, her face was pale without the slightest blood, her eyes were black, she didn't say a word, nor screamed, but it made people feel My heart trembled and my scalp numb.

　　 The sound outside the door seemed to be blurred by several layers of soundproof glass.

　　 Wei Yuan even felt that his limbs lost temperature little by little and became numb.

　　 is like being immersed in ice water.

He bit the tip of his tongue, a **** smell spread, and with a little warmth, his right hand firmly squeezed the Crouching Tiger's waist card, letting the feeling of something wrong disappear from his body, and it came from the palm of the waist card. The burning tingling sensation finally brought his feeling back to the world.

　　 Wei Yuan stared at the quiet female ghost with her head down.

　　Red embroidered shoes...

　　 Ghost, here comes the door.

　　 It is true that the school lieutenant can kill the bandits and kill the demon, and there is no stipulation that the gangster and the demon cannot kill the demon.

　　 The water ghosts in this museum don't seem to know the atmosphere at all.

He regarded Wei Yuan as a Taoist priest who catches demons and ghosts in old-fashioned Hong Kong movies, and mistakenly thought that this female ghost was captured by him, and she was also a water ghost. He went forward to say hello and reached out to the female ghost. The ghost arm patted it and said cheerfully:

　　 "Big girl, where did you die?"

"come back…"

　　 Wei Yuan yelled, and the female ghost was still growing violently with her dripping hair.

　　 hum! !

The thick hair strands gathered together, like sharp iron awls, which easily pierced the waist and abdomen of the water ghost, and the hair strands went to the ceiling, like an old locust tree that had grown for several years but was withered. The tree hangs the water ghost directly in the air.

　　 Wei Yuan's complexion changed suddenly.

　　 The water ghost kept struggling in the air, and his face became more and more swollen.

　　 Soon the struggling movements of the water ghost began to slow down, the whites of the eyes in the eyes turned black bit by bit, and there was a cold and cold breath on the body like the female ghost.

　　 ticking, ticking—

　　 Its body also began to drip.

　　The fingertips of the fingers slowly turn black.

　　 Needless to say, Wei Yuan can also guess that the harmless water ghost is now demonizing.

No matter what, there will be two ghosts in this room by then. Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost and estimated the distance. He gritted his teeth, bent down and ran forward suddenly. When he passed by the coffee table, he slapped his hand directly. The immersed broken sword femininity was taken out from the basin.

　　 After breaking the sword, Wei Yuan shuddered.

　　 seemed to grab a large piece of ice in his hand, still clenching his teeth, rushing forward.

　　The museum residence is not big, just a few steps away.

When Wei Yuan approached, the female ghost stood quietly with her head down, but a strand of hair suddenly grew longer, twisting towards Wei Yuan like a python, Wei Yuan directly took out the lying tiger's waist card, and backhanded it. The scorching token that kept coming and slammed directly on that strand of hair.

　　 Jet black hair shrank suddenly.

　　 Wei Yuan took the opportunity to approach quickly, and with a broken sword in his hand, he violently tore the long hair that was hanging from the water ghost.

It's like cutting soft rubber with a blunt knife, but at least you can feel that it is cutting. The Crouching Tiger's waist card in the left hand is constantly waving, defending itself firmly, and will want to pull Wei Yuan away or penetrate it. His black hair was forced to open, and at the last gritted teeth, he directly backhanded his waist card on the black hair that was cut by him.

　　 There was a stab.

　　 A strand of long hair fell directly on the ground.

　　 was smashed to the ground by the hanging water ghost, and flopped twice like a dead fish.

　　 The eerie and weird feeling disappeared on the water ghost's face.

　　 The remaining two ghosts hurriedly dragged the water ghost away, but the paper man intended to run over to help the punch, but was caught by the sword soldier and plugged the hollow of his wound, so as not to make them mess up.

　　Wei Yuan was dressed coarsely, holding a waist card in one hand and a dagger in the other, crossing his heart, leaning down, staring at the female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes.

　　 He had a hunch about the fact that the other side came to the door, but when the other side really came to the door, he was still a little frantic.

　　 At the same time, there was an anger that he couldn't explain clearly.

　　 Crouching Tiger's waist card trembled, surrounded by tigers roaring.

　　 The female ghost raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of pure black hollow eyes, making her back hairy.

　　 Wei Yuan stared directly at him in anger.

　　Ghosts are also afraid of wicked people. At this time, Wei Yuan is a mortal body, glaring at the female ghost, but his aura is not let down.

　　 suddenly.

　　 A bright light exploded from the sky.

　　 It took a few seconds before the sound of thunder rumbling came.

　　 February Festival, all things are shocked, and shocked into thunder, so it is called shock sting.

Lei Guang and the sound of thunder disappeared after a few seconds. Wei Yuan saw that there was no female ghost in front of him. The floor in front was wet. A few footprints disappeared until the door. Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, his body a little bit. Stiff, turned on all the lights, still holding the waist card and the broken sword in his hand, and slowly sat down with his back against the wall.

　　 a long breath slowly spit out.

　　 The ghosts that had just escaped also reappeared in front of Wei Yuan. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

They didn't see the last part just now, just as Wei Yuan expelled the Li ghost, and regarded him as the kind of Taoist Maoshan who really had the ability in the movie, so they respectfully saw him, especially just now that almost turned into a Li ghost. The water ghost is even more grateful.

　　 Wei Yuan looked at its injuries.

　　 Mingming has been pierced by the female ghost's hair, but now it has healed. The largest part of the wound is blocked with the fishnet feminine object. The strands of Yin Qi entangled on it. It was barely filled in, and now it is alive and kicking.

After seeing the ghosts, Wei Yuan still asked about their origins, but he just fought face to face with the evil ghosts. He didn't feel it before, but now he only feels exhausted and doesn't want to move. , I don't want to think about anything.

　　 sent a few ghosts and the two paper men to stay in the museum.

　　 Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that the Crouching Tiger's waist card was still trembling and glowing.

　　 was a little startled, grabbed the blank paper, sat on the bed, and printed the Crouching Tiger's waist card on the paper.

　　 The official script characters appeared on the white paper.

　　’Sili’s school lieutenant repels the ghosts and prevents the ghosts from turning into ghosts, which can be a feat. ’

　　‘One of the methods must be mastered for meritorious deeds to be transferred to the rank of Si Li. ’

　　 Merit...

　　 Wei Yuan thoughtfully.

The words collapsed again, but the cold breath in the room was swept away, as if being absorbed by the Crouching Tiger's waist card. One of the power was transmitted to Wei Yuan in the opposite direction, making him feel a sting, and immediately that kind of exhaustion. The mental anger was gradually eased.

　　 Huge exhaustion emerged.

　　 Wei Yuan's eyelids slowly sink and fall asleep, while in the deep sleep, the body is slowly strengthened.