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

I saw two pure white marbles in the eyes of the old man in front of him.

"Don't move..." Nan Ling saw that the old man was still crawling out of the pit, and couldn't help shouting again:

"This is a supernatural situation... I advise you not to act rashly!"

really!

The old man in front of him stood still after hearing Nan Ling's scolding.

However, the next development directly exceeded Nanling's expectations.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"I am the Lord of Cursing Ghosts, under the command of the Devil Devouring Emperor..."

"I'm going to turn myself in, grab me quickly, hurry up..."

The old man lay on the ground, black blood dripping from his head.

Under the dim street lamp, the old man's miserable cry made one's heart tremble.

Everyone in the Spirituality Bureau glanced at each other one by one, all looking at a loss.

"This..." Nan Ling looked at the old man in front of her, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

I really can't believe that the miserable old man crying in front of him is the cursed ghost master that everyone has been squatting on tonight.

only……

Isn't this Hongyi chasing him?

Why did this old man fall from the sky by himself?

"Where's Hong Yi?" Nan Ling asked coldly.

Unexpectedly, the cursed ghost master in front of him heard the word "Hongyi", and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

"He...he's..."

Nan Ling saw the old man pointing his finger at the sky, and everyone couldn't help but look up.

"Flick away..."

Suddenly, Qin You shouted, and everyone quickly backed away.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

Immediately after, several black shadows fell from the sky, and in an instant, several large pits were smashed.

then……

Hiding on the doorstep, everyone in the Supernatural Bureau saw Hong Yi in a school uniform slowly drifting down from the sky.

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi looked around at the ghosts in the surrounding pit, and smiled at Nan Ling and others on the steps.

"The poor monk also brought a few accomplices of this cursed ghost master by the way..."

"You haven't climbed out yet?"

Hong Yi shouted at several pits.

Immediately, a pair of bloody pale hands stretched out from the cement pit, and one by one the ghosts struggled to climb up.

Standing neatly in a row against the wall.

"What are you still doing lying down? Looking down on the poor monk?" Hong Yi turned his head and saw that the ghost master was still lying on the ground, he couldn't help squatting beside him and said softly:

"The poor monk still has a few marbles left here, do you want it?"

"Don't...don't...Master! I'll get up right away...get up right away!"

I saw the ghost master looked frightened, and slowly got up with trembling hands on the ground.

Wait for the cursed ghost master to stand in front of a row of ghosts dragging a blood.

Hong Yi nodded in satisfaction.

"Hongyi...is this?"

Qin You came to a group of ghosts and said softly:

"Does this ghost master have any accomplices?"

"Amitabha... Fortunately, the poor monk caught them all this time, otherwise... hum!" Hong Yi glanced at the curse ghost master, and said with a cold snort:

"Curse Ghost Lord...Tell it yourself!"

After listening to the cursed ghost master, he couldn't help trembling all over his body, and said in a trembling voice:

"This...I asked them to prepare text message scam curse..."

"The curse of text message fraud? What is this?" Nan Ling couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"This... this... woo..."