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

There is also a mummified corpse that has turned black and rotten, and he didn't even look at him. The moment he opened the lid of the coffin, he directly let Wang Daochang throw the talisman into it.

"Bang... bang... bang!"

At this moment, there was a rapid knocking sound from the third sarcophagus.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the mummy would be anxious, don't worry, the poor monk will come to give it immediately!"

Hong Yi sneered and walked to the coffin where the knocking sound was heard.

He winked at the Wang Dao Chang below.

"Good Le!"

Wang Daochang understood it, put the talisman paper on the coffin lid, and pushed the sarcophagus away with both hands.

After pushing it away, not a pair of black fingers stick out.

Hong Yi looked down.

"Ha ha!"

Immediately, he grinned.

"It's really fate. I didn't expect to meet again here. Amitabha, benefactor, do you miss the poor monk?"

"I left without saying goodbye just now, the poor monk misses you very much!"

Inside the coffin turned out to be the corpse wax man just now!

"stand up……"

Roared into the coffin.

"SORRY, the poor monk forgot that you don't understand Chinese!"

I just remembered that the corpse wax man should not understand it, but, I didn't expect this time the corpse wax man actually sat up slowly.

And the corpse wax on his body has become crystal clear, like a pale yellow crystal, under the light of the spiritual power of Hongyi's fingertips, it is even more dazzling.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi stared at the corpse wax man in front of him for a long time, then looked up at the dark corridor.

"The poor monk has not tortured ghosts for a long time, today... congratulations!"

"Donor Qin Lan, help the poor monk get a hemp rope out!"

"Ah... oh!"

After Qin Lan heard it, he hurried behind Hong Yi, pulled the backpack away, and pulled out a slender hemp rope.

"Ha ha……"

With a sneer at the corpse wax man in front of him, the spiritual power of Hong Yi's whole body poured out and instantly wrapped him.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the crystal clear corpse wax began to slowly soften and melt!

"it is good!"

Feeling that the corpse wax had slowly turned into a liquid state, Hong Yi nodded with satisfaction.

Wrap the wax man's neck round and round with hemp rope, tightening it hard.

"Open your mouth!"

He made a gesture of opening his mouth at him.

The unknown corpse wax man stared at him silently.

"Amitabha, don't want to? That poor monk understands!"

"boom!"

A palm smashed his chin directly and stuffed the twine into his mouth.

"You turn around! The poor monk is afraid that you won't be able to bear it!"

Turning his head and talking to a few ladies, Hong Yi took out gloves, scalpels and other tools from his backpack.

Put your gloves on with your head down.

"boom……"

"Pfft!"

"He...he..."

The few people who turned around heard the various strange sounds coming from behind them, and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.

"Sister Qin Lan, what are you talking about as a monk?"

Xiao Ran whispered with horror on her face.

The voice behind him is really terrible, and the sound of skull shattering can be clearly heard.

It seems that Sister Qin Lan did not lie to herself.

This monk is really not human!