Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

Wang Daochang, who seemed to understand but did not understand, responded with a solemn expression.

"Then you two stay here!"

Hong Yi stretched out his hand to pull Qin Lan, raised his chin at the ghost and motioned her to go first.

The ghost's body is made of paper sticks. Even if it is destroyed by danger, Hongyi's backpack contains tens of thousands of ghost papers. Even if the ghost keeps dying, it should not be used up.

Thinking of this, Hong Yi couldn't help but praise his wit.

The poor monk is too smart!

This ghost is not overdone, it is simply worth the money.

Not only can it be touched, but it can also be used!

perfect!

"The slave family... the master must follow the slave family!"

The ghost took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the dark cave.

To be honest, she was scared too!

The place where Ghost Zun stays is definitely not a place that ordinary ghosts can go to. Who knows if there will be all kinds of scary ghosts on the way.

Although she is also a ghost, but... she is also a woman, and she is also afraid when she sees that kind of thing!

"bass!"

Hong Yi snapped his fingers, and there was a faint flame of spiritual energy in his hand.

The ghost in front of him was slowly walking forward, touching the damp wall, but there was no ghost on the ground.

Pulling Qin Lan, the group followed suit, carefully following the cemetery cave to the deepest point.

The inside of the cave is not straight. On the contrary, the road is very tortuous. Hong Yi can feel that they are walking down continuously.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Hong Yi reached out and grabbed the ghostly clothes and stopped her.

After listening carefully, I looked up at the top of my head, and a drop of water was falling.

Amitabha!

Is this place already under the Weihe River now?

It must be almost at the cemetery!

"How long will it take?"

"Master, it is estimated that we will arrive in less than a quarter of an hour!"

The ghost reached out and wiped the wet clothes on his chest, but...

"Master, can you change the body of the slave family, the slave family is already wet!"

"call!"

Hong Yi took out his backpack and took out a piece of white paper, and began to lower his head and fold it.

"Speak clearly later!"

What are you all wet?

Why does this poor monk sound so awkward?

Soon, after changing the body of the ghost again, everyone walked forward again.

Going along the cave all the way to a stone gate, there are two hideous ghost stone statues standing at the gate.

"Jie Jie!"

Suddenly, the eyes of the two gargoyles began to flicker with scarlet light, and the stones on their faces seemed to be women who had been smeared with a thick layer of powder, and began to fall down continuously.

"Don't leave when you come here!"

A gargoyle on the left and right shook his body, jumped off the stone platform, and came to Hong Yi and others.

"Skin and tender meat..."

I saw the gargoyle sticking out its long dark tongue, licking the corners of its mouth constantly, squinting and sniffing deeply.

"It's delicious!"

"Scent?"

Hong Yi looked at the intoxicated gargoyle in front of him with interest, cracked his mouth and smiled slightly.

"fragrant!"

"The poor monk will give you something more fragrant!"

Having said that, Hong Yi took off his shoes, held its head with one hand, and buckled it directly on the gargoyle's nose.

"Come on... Breathe in! Huh, how dare you hold your breath?"

"boom!"