My Lady, Something is Wrong

The mountain view and the rising sun in front of him suddenly disappeared. What appeared in his sight was pitch black at first, and then became extremely clear.

In the room, cigarettes curled up, and it was silent.

His body still closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged on the bed, motionless.

And "he", floating on the roof, is looking down with wide eyes.

"I'm out of my mind..."

He thought in such a daze, and then clumsily drifted forward, left, right, up, down...

Suddenly, he flew to the wall, passed through it, and passed it back again.

He flew to the table, chair, bed again, and passed through it with ease.

But the line of sight is still blocked by these things and cannot penetrate.

At the same time, for some reason, the ground could not penetrate.

He became more and more handy, and his movements gradually became more proficient.

He practiced for a while, going through the wall, through the hall, through the door, and into the room.

Xiaodie is sitting on the bed embroidering...no embroidery.

The little girl was sitting on the bed at this time, her head lowered, her coat was lifted, her apron was pulled, and she was gesturing her chest with her hands...

He murmured to himself: "Have you grown up? Grow up quickly... or the son will dislike it..."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Turn around and float away.

Just as he was about to float back to his room, he suddenly saw a dark shadow in the small courtyard outside through the crack of the hall door.

Under the reflection of the white snow, it is particularly clear.

Chapter 74 One Punch Destroys the Soul!

Mocheng West.

In an alley not far from Chengguo Mansion, there is a desolate and dilapidated mansion.

It was overgrown with weeds, and the house was full of dust.

Looks like no one lives there.

But at this moment in a room in the backyard, through the cracks in the windows, a few scarlet candles could be faintly seen.

The whole room was closed and covered by thick curtains, making it airtight.

At this time, in front of the few candles, there was an old woman in a red robe and a round hat, sitting cross-legged, with her eyes closed and her fingers closed, her mouth muttering.

In the shadow next to the old woman, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood watching intently.

After half an hour.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice, "God, how's it going?"

Waited another moment.

The old woman suddenly opened her eyes, her scarlet pupils reflected the flickering candle in front of her, but her eyes seemed to be out of focus, her voice was low and hoarse: "It's already here, the snow outside is heavy, and there is no light in the house, that kid should have fallen asleep. Come on... first explore how many people are in the room, and then continue with the old man, let him fall into a nightmare... "

The middle-aged man hunched over, a little apprehensive: "It's not going to go wrong at such a long distance, right?"

The old woman snorted coldly, and the scarlet light flashed in her eyes: "Steward Wang, don't worry. The ghost slave of the old man is not an ordinary thing, although it is not worth the spirit of out of body, and he does not dare to approach a warrior with strong blood, but he has to scare and play with one. A merely weak scholar is still easy. The old man used it to frighten several women and sick people to death."

The middle-aged man hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "There is a godmother."

The old woman's eyes gleamed, she pinched her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Go in!"

Her eyes were attached to the refined little devil, and against the wind and snow, she fluttered to the window of the house.

at the same time.

Qin Mansion.

Luo Qingzhou's out-of-body soul suddenly saw a black shadow from the crack of the door, and it landed lightly in the small courtyard outside.

Under the reflection of the white snow, it is very clear.

There were a few strands of black air lingering on the black figure, his face was hideous, his eyes were scarlet, and it was obviously the ghostly kid mentioned in the book.

Different from the soul.

These ghosts have no consciousness of their own, except for the various emotional instincts they carry when they die, they hardly have any thoughts of their own.

In addition to wandering spirits, these ferocious little ghosts with scarlet eyes may be evil ghosts, resentful ghosts, or they may be artificially refined ghost slaves.

The little devil outside looked flickering, and looked at the window of his room furtively. Obviously, it was not just an ordinary little devil, nor did he break in here unintentionally, but with a purpose.

He has just succeeded in leaving his body, and he is still a little weak. With his soul alone, he will definitely not be able to deal with it.

So he made a decisive decision, immediately floated back to the room, and returned to his body.

Almost instantly, the spirit and the body merged into one.

He opened his eyes, looked at the window, his eyes flashed coldly, he got up immediately, and hid by the window.

Immediately, he clenched his fists, his arm membranes tightened, his muscles bulged, his internal force surged into his fists, he held his breath, and he was ready to go!

The ghosts are most afraid of things that reach the sun, and warriors with strong qi and blood are their nemesis!

"Ugh..."

First, a gust of wind blew and knocked against the window.

Immediately, the ferocious black figure stepped on the black air, passed through the window, and floated in, staring into the room with scarlet eyes.

But before it could see clearly, a scalding hot breath suddenly came from the darkness next to it!

"boom!"

In the silent room, there was a sudden explosion!

Immediately, a scalding wave of air instantly penetrated its body, and without waiting for it to react, it exploded in its body with a "bang"!

Its body shrouded in black mist was blown to pieces in an instant, and it collapsed like smoke!

"Zi..."

It was terrified and was about to gather its body to escape, but suddenly found that the fist running through its body lit up with a few small blue arcs!

"what--"

A shrill scream that only it could hear came suddenly from its twisted face of despair.

It was almost too late to react, and it was instantly dissipated and vanished into nothing!

Simultaneously.

In the backyard of that desolate and dilapidated mansion, in a certain house, a shrill and hoarse scream suddenly sounded "Ah-"!

The old woman who was opening her scarlet eyes, suddenly covered her painful eyes, screamed and rolled on the ground, her wrinkled old face was twisted and terrifying like a demon!

Wang Cheng, who was next to him, shuddered, hurriedly backed away, and stuck himself in the corner with a look of uncertainty on his face.

After a long time.

The old woman who rolled her eyes and screamed on the ground finally regained her peace and lay there motionless, as if she had died suddenly.

Wang Cheng had a look of horror on his face, and after waiting for a while, Fang couldn't help but stepped forward and shouted in a trembling voice, "The goddess..."

"god……"

"The old man is fine..."

The old woman spoke suddenly, her voice even more hoarse, she slowly sat up from the ground, and removed her hands covering her eyes.

Wang Cheng was horrified to find that her eyes were full of blood, and two lines of scarlet blood flowed down the corners of her eyes like blood and tears, hanging on her cheeks, matching her old, wrinkled face, Looking terrifying.

"I didn't expect...that kid's room is still hiding a warrior..."

The old woman sat down facing the candles again, her face was calm, and her eyes were still bloody.

Wang Cheng's face was ugly: "It should be the maid... Goddess, this... how should this be?"

The flickering candlelight reflected in the old woman's blood-red pupils, and she smiled coldly: "If I ruined the old man, a ghost slave who spent all his time refining, how could the old man give up? Rest assured, butler Wang, since the old man has taken up this task, he will naturally help you. Get rid of that kid. It is impossible for the maid to sleep with him every night, wait for the old man to rest for two days, and then send two more powerful ghost slaves, who even the warriors can't detect, and directly turn the kid into an idiot. ."

Wang Cheng bowed his head and cupped his hands: "I'm sorry to bother the goddess."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the old man's soul out of his body yesterday, he found that there are soul-cultivating masters in Mocheng, and I was afraid that he would cross the border and provoke the other party. How could it be so troublesome. If the old man went out in person, a moment would be enough."

The old woman sneered, closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes twitched painfully, and her face became more and more hideous under the candlelight.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, and the snow was getting heavier.

After Luo Qingzhou smashed the little devil with one punch, he was thinking about something in front of the window when Xiaodie's panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Master, did the thunder just hit?"

"Seems to be."

Luo Qingzhou put away his momentum and returned to the bed.

The little girl pushed open the door and ran in, with a scared expression on her face.

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was most afraid of thunder, so he lifted the quilt and said, "Come on, the son will hold you to sleep, not afraid."

"Woooo..."

The little girl got on the bed, got into the quilt, and stuck it in his arms.

Luo Qingzhou lay down with her in his arms, secretly recalling the punch just now.

Although it was a punch from this body just now, I always felt that the soul that had just returned to the body seemed to be punching along with it.

I don't know if I can practice this Thunder Fist after my soul comes out of my body.

He decided to try it tomorrow night.

The book said that the first realm to cultivate the soul is the first glimpse.

The first glimpse of the realm includes five stages: meditation, out of body, night tour, day tour, and imperial objects.

His concentration was completed unknowingly, and he succeeded in exiting the body tonight, probably due to the black liquid.

Next, he will hone the night tour and let the soul continue to grow.

Then day trip.