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

"Fuck!"

There was a huge seal cracking on the top of the entire tomb, and river water kept pouring out. Hong Yi hurriedly roared and dragged the two girls out of the tomb.

We must find that ghost quickly.

Looking at the speed of the water leakage, it is estimated that it will not be long before the tomb will be submerged.

"Go this way!"

Looking back at the tomb where the water had already overflowed, Hong Yi dragged the two and ran forward again.

The ghost only knows that the ghost is in this tomb, but it doesn't know which tomb it is in, which is very troublesome!

The area of ​​this cemetery underwater is not small, and there are at least dozens of cemeteries alone!

"boom……"

He slammed open the door of a tomb, Hong Yi jumped in quickly, and pushed open the coffin lid without stopping.

"Empty coffin?"

He frowned slightly and groaned.

The coffin in the tomb in front of him turned out to be empty, with a few clothes scattered inside.

"Did you come to find me?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind her ears, and she could feel a few wet strands of hair sticking to her cassock.

Chapter 487 Whose Child?

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi stretched out his hand and pulled aside the long hair that was hanging beside his ears, and turned to look at the female ghost standing behind him!

It sounds nice, but I don't know how long it is...

Ok!

The poor monk was wrong!

Don't expect so much!

Behind her is a woman with long hair fluttering in Chinese clothing, her wet hair sticking tightly to her scalp, revealing her pumpkin-like shape to the fullest.

The black holes on the face are pitted, and the maggots keep drilling around, and the eyes are the opposite of other ghosts.

Hong Yi had seen so many ghosts, and it was the first time he had seen eyes like the female ghost in front of him.

It was pitch black as ink, without a trace of white in the left eyeball, and the right eye was just the opposite, gray and white like a cataract, and there was no trace of black in it.

Yin Yang eyes?

The word suddenly popped out of Hong Yi's heart, it was really a resemblance to the female ghost in front of him.

It's not just Zhang's bad, but there is a ghost, okay?

"Are you looking for me? Want to see our child?"

The female ghost rolled her eyelids, split her dark lips, and whispered in Hong Yi's ear.

"Ow...Ow!"

Hong Yi took a step to the left, avoiding the cold breath from the female ghost's mouth.

A barking like a little milk dog came from behind the female ghost.

"Cuckoo..."

At this moment, a pair of pale hands stretched out from the female ghost's shoulders, and then... an even more hideous little ghost's head appeared.

The skin on his face seems to have been soaked in water for a long time, and it has become swollen and swollen, and even the eyes have become a gap.

"Lang Jun, don't go. Didn't you say you would elope with the slave family? Why are you so cruel... push the slave family down the well? Look... the slave family gave birth to children for you!"

"Lang Jun, look at our child, how beautiful!"

"Gudong!"

Hongyi's Adam's apple twitched, looking at the female ghost with obsessed eyes, but couldn't help swallowing the saliva in his mouth.

If you guessed correctly, this female ghost is afraid that there is something wrong with her brain!

How could this poor monk be your husband?

"Female benefactor, open your eyes and take a good look, the poor monk is not your lord!"

Reaching out and patted his bald head, Hong Yi turned to the other side of the coffin and smiled apologetically at the female ghost.

"No!"

The female ghost's face suddenly became hideous, and the maggots kept falling.

"You are my Langjun, the biological father of the child, you are a heartless person, not only did you kill me, you even spared your own flesh and blood!"

"Amitabha, benefactor, could you please take a look at it? The poor monk is a monk, how could he be your husband, and... a poor monk like you doesn't look down on it!"