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

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"Hehe...you two little devils!" Suddenly, a big monk walked out of the black fog and shouted with a smile.

Chapter 108 Master Qingfang (2 more)

Chapter 108 Master Qingfang!

"Qing... Master Qingfang..." The whole person tremblingly looked at the big monk who was gradually walking out of the fog, and the hand holding Hong Yi's arm was trembling non-stop.

A monk with purple skin all over his body, holding a big red wooden fish in his left hand, turned out to be made of a red skull, and holding a wooden fish stick in his right hand, also a bone wrapped with red silk rope, the top of which is a Just like a skeleton the size of a baby's head.

"clang……"

A crisp wooden fish sounded.

"Are you...hanging?"

The master of Qingfang grinned and said with a grin.

Hong Yi raised his head and stared at the big monk in front of him with interest.

It was the first time I saw a monk turned into a ghost.

Moreover, this monk is still a disabled ghost?

I saw that Master Qingfang actually had three eyes. The normal two seemed to have no eyeballs. The eyelids were deeply sunken, and the forehead had a ferocious ghost eye, which was spinning around.

The whole person is very tall, probably 2 meters high, and surprisingly, the feet are bigger, and a thumb is about to catch up with half the soles of other people's feet.

"Stall... the whole person is a ghost!"

Seeing that the two little ghosts ignored him, the master of Qingfang rang the wooden fish again.

"Qing... Master Qingfang... I... we'll go out right away..." The whole person stuttered and left a sentence, pulling Hong Yi to turn around and wanted to leave quickly.

"It's over... it's over!"

"This master of Qingfang is a pervert. He will definitely torture us if he catches us... Let's go."

Just, just turned around.

"files……"

With a ray of black ghostly air, the sound of the wooden fish quickly dragged the whole ghost back.

"Since you're here, would you like to play with the poor monk?"

The master of Qingfang put the small skull on the wooden fish stick in front of the whole person's mouth, and said with a sinister smile:

"Come on, kiss it..."

"Uh..." The whole ghost's already pale face was even more terrifying at this time.

Tremblingly sticking out his tongue, he lightly licked the bloody skull in front of him.

"Ha ha……"

The master of Qingfang again put the wooden fish skull in front of the ghost, and the one eye on the forehead stared straight at the ghost, the meaning is self-evident.

The whole person was crying and grimacing.

Close your eyes, the long black tongue just sticks out.

"crunch..."

Unexpectedly, the blood-colored wooden fish skull bit off its tongue in one bite.

"Zi Liu..."

Directly sucked into the wooden fish.

It's just that the ghost whose tongue was bitten off didn't scream in agony.

The master of Qingfang pressed the big purple hand on top of his head.

Gradually lift your fingers up.

As if to pull out the whole ghost head.

"good……"

"Would it be good for a poor monk to knock on the head for two days?"