Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Ah--" Such a tragic image deeply touched Xie Yuqing's horror nerves and screamed deeply, shrinking behind Ye Shaoyang and almost falling.

"Oh, slightly, slightly, slightly..." The female ghost’s throat screamed like a weird laughter and walked toward the room.

Ye Shaoyang only noticed that she was not kneeling or kneeling on the ground, but... she had no legs under her knees, and a torn piece of flesh turned outwards, and the white bones squatted on the ground. Moving against the ground, the green blood continues to flow from the wound.

Xie Yuqing was shuddering, and the mobile phone had long been ignorant of where it was, holding the flashlight in both hands, according to the miserable scene of the female ghost. Where did she think of such a heavy taste when she came in, if Ye Shaoyang was present, I was afraid that it would collapse on the spot.

“You are Lin Biao?” Ye Shaoyang frowned and asked, although the image of the female ghost would not make him feel scared, but it was also a bit disgusting and visually stimulating.

The female ghost shook her head, and the strange noise in her throat continued. A pair of whitish dead fish eyes glared at Ye Shaoyang’s hands.

The whistling sound came from all sides of the room: "Who are you, why do you have **** in your hand?"

"Talk about it later, are you Lin Biao?"

Business woman's Ghostly: " Closy, who knows Panelid?"

"I know all the things of the year. I heard that you were a disciple of Emei Mountain before his death." Ye Shaoyang arched his hands and performed a meeting ceremony for the people in the magic circle. He said: "Maoshan Mengwei Tianshi Road, in the lower Maoshan disciple Ye Shaoyang."

In the two white eyes of the female ghost, there was a black glimpse, staring at him for a commonly, and muttered: "Emei fairy guards the platform..."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart is happy, and the other party is really Lin Biao, and since he is willing to face the incision, it means that the obsession has not been put down, and it is more convenient for the people in the magic circle. It’s more convenient to communicate. Just want to speak, Lin Biao shook his head and laughed. The whole body is full of grievances, and the layers are endless. Ye Shaoyang looks at it and secretly inhales: This Lin Biao repair is so deep!

"Emei fairy guards the spirit platform... haha, Emei fairy, haha..." Lin Biao smiled on the ground, the voice is even more difficult than crying.

Xie Yuqing couldn't help but grab the arm of Ye Shaoyang.

After a while, Lin Biao looked up and burst into tears in his eyes. He said in a sorrow: "I can't go back. I used to be a ghost master. Now, I have become a ghost and become a prey of the Master... ”

Ye Shaoyang listened to this, and the heart also gave birth to the feeling of being a mage: the Master captured the ghosts and demons in his life, and was killed by ghosts. The soul is not afraid of flying. The most fear is that he became a ghost after death, but sometimes you have no choice.

Immediately sighed: "Lin Lin, I know this is not the intention..."

"I intended... Haha, Ye Shaoyang, look at me now, this is what I looked like when I died. They let me commit suicide. As an auxiliary sacrifice, I don't, they interrupted my legs and pierced me. Dan Tian, ​​I am suffering, and broke everything.

After I killed myself, they immediately detained my soul, let me help sacrifice, gather grievances, become this undead ghost..."

Ye Shaoyang sighed heavily, and he could fully understand the pain that he could not die.

"I will rescue you." Ye Shaoyang looked at her and said, "You tell me the truth, help me, regardless of success or failure, I will send you to find Cui Fujun, resolve your grievances, let you be born again, how?"

Lin Biao looked at him and said: "There were also a couple of men and women in the magical world who came to me and said the same thing."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart sank and asked: “Li Xiaoqiang and that... yes, Yang Siling, are these two?”

Lin Biao did not answer and said: "I did not hesitate to kill the girl, haha... She is too simple, you are too simple, save me? I have been a ghost for decades, it has become a ghost I can't go back..."

Ye Shaoyang slowly shook his head: "If it is an ordinary person, it will definitely make you feel guilty, but you are different. You were a mage before you were alive. If you really have no idea, you will not tell me so much." Shoot, "Follow me... go?"

Lin Biao's two knees without legs stood up and looked at him. Suddenly his hands extended, his grievances were released, and spread around the room.

A chilly voice floated: "Let you see, the horror of the year..."

The door was opened, the curtains were opened, and a ray of sunlight came in. The tables and chairs were neatly arranged. Many students squatted on the desk to read books and gathered together to bite their ears. Look at the wear of these people, there is a feeling of watching the old movies of the eighties.

"This is, back to the past?" Xie Yuqing's voice came.

"It was Lin Biao who used his resentment and the memory of the room to repeat the scene of the year."

"Oh, that... Hey, where are you in Shaoyang?" Xie Yuqing’s voice panicked. "How can I not see you?"

Ye Shaoyang turned to look at it and found himself floating in the same environment as the phantom, but could not see the figure of Xie Yuqing, and suddenly understood, "This is a ghost of ghosts, you should not be afraid, retreat to the window. In the left corner, something is loud, I will observe it first..."

A beautiful woman in a gray dress, pushed the door and came in. Ye Shaoyang saw the photo and recognized it as Ziyue. It looks really good... Well, the fish is falling, and the temperament is very good, especially hair style and clothing. In stark contrast to the simple style of girls in front of the desk.

After Ziyue came to power, he began to lecture, but the picture was silent. You can see that everyone is listening carefully, looking at Ziyue with a look of admiration and even admiration...

Then the picture shattered and turned into a night. There was a dim fluorescent lamp in the classroom. The purple moon stood on the balcony, with a dauntless fanatical expression, looking at the students under the podium, and expressing the expression was very impassioned. Lecture. On her side, she arranged a mourning hall, burning a brazier covered with grass paper in front of a man's portrait.

Behind the purple moon, standing a middle-aged man, Du Hu gave a photo, not someone else, it is Wu Leyi.

Ye Shaoyang noticed a guy standing in the door position. It looks like he is in his fifties. He is very strong. His face is yellow and black. The long one looks like a person from Thailand. He has a large string in one hand. Black rosary, solemn expression, or cold.

Thai Grand Master?

Ye Shaoyang slowly understood that this is the picture mentioned by Du Hu when he recalled: Before the spiritual world, Ziyue urged everyone to consider the overall situation, collective suicide...

The picture was another turn. This time, there was a sudden sound. The room was full of miserable crying. Ye Shaoyang saw that his legs were a little soft: