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

"Amitabha, donor Qin, there is hardly any happiness!" Hong Yi said angrily.

"If you don't let go, the poor monk will be angry!"

After waiting for a long time, Hong Yi couldn't help but shout.

If I knew earlier, it would be better for the poor monk to come by himself!

Oh, woman!

Not reliable!

"Master Qin?"

Another smooth arm crossed from the armpit to the chest, Hong Yi could feel her chin pressed against his shoulder.

Hong Yi looked down and realized that something was wrong.

This arm is extremely cold.

The nails are black, and the arms are blue and purple.

This is obviously not the hand of the Qin donor!

So this is?

Gaga coconut?

That little devil and Qin Shizhu were still behind him, where did this go?

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi gently held the cold woman's hand on his chest and said with a smile:

"Since the donor is so interested, why not go upstairs with the poor monk?"

Sure enough, after the woman behind her listened, her whole body froze.

"Die... let's go!"

The woman's voice was deep and whispered in Hong Yi's ear.

Immediately afterwards, the arm surrounding Hong Yi's chest disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

"Hongyi? Why are you standing at the door? Why don't you leave?" At this moment, Qin Lan's voice came from behind.

Hong Yi immediately took a deep breath.

Spiritual Eyes open.

He glanced around the house.

There was nothing unusual about the strong resentment that filled the house.

Amitabha!

Interesting!

I didn't expect this coconut to be so weird!

Hallucination or what ability?

And what do you mean by hurry up?

"You saw it, didn't you?" Hong Yi reached back and tried to hold the kid, the kid must have seen it.

However, the little ghost who was supposed to be standing beside him also mysteriously disappeared.

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi turned around and took Qin Lan's hand, and said solemnly:

"This place is a little weird, you follow me! Be careful!"

Waited for a while and still no response.

Hong Yi looked back and saw her blushing face and bowing her head, standing there in a daze.

What happened to this woman?

After opening his mind, Qin Lan's thoughts kept pouring into Hong Yi's ears!

Hongyi hurriedly shut down his Xintong!

This donor Qin...

When did you dare to beat the poor monk's idea?

And the words used by the poor monk are completely incomprehensible!

Amitabha!

"Donor Qin... Hey!" Hong Yi immediately interrupted Qin Lan, who was constantly fantasizing, and said in a cold tone:

"Follow up..."

After saying that, go straight ahead.

After staying on the first floor for a long time, there was a strong smell of blood in every room. The ground and walls were sprayed with spots of maroon blood scabs.

The wooden stairs leading to the second floor are narrow enough to pass a person's body.

Hongyi stepped on it first.