Chapter 110

Seeing that we are up, the ghost girl turns around and leads us on.

Deep in the street, it's dark. The more you walk in, the more gloomy you feel. There seem to be countless eyes staring at us in the grass between the ruins on both sides. In the invisible darkness, it seems that there is more than one spirit lying in ambush, staring at us coldly, looking for opportunities to move.

Walking, Guo Chenjun subconsciously wants to look back.

"Don't look back," I said lightly. "Don't worry about the back. Look ahead." "I feel like someone behind..." she whispered.

"If you walk at night, you can't turn back," I said. "Turning back is easy to frighten your heart. If you turn back, you can easily disperse your heart. If you turn back, you will be afraid of ghosts and evil things." "But behind..."

"don't worry about the back, look at the front". My tone is very firm, "no one dares to bully you with me!"

She gave me a deep look and nodded in silence.

Her shoulders are closer to me.

We went on, followed the ghost girl to the end of the street, turned a corner and walked into a yard. The Yin here is much heavier than the rest of the village. I can clearly feel the tightness of my skin and the cold tingling.

At this time, the ghost girl stopped, turned around and looked at me coldly.

Almost at the same time, there were more than a dozen male and female fierce ghosts behind her. They were dressed in clothes, with black and white pastels painted on their faces, blue clothes, flowery faces, and ugly children. They were covered with blood. A dozen pairs of eyes without white eyes were like black holes, staring at us in unison, making people shiver.

I immediately understood that it was no wonder Gu Xiaotong said that the paper cheongsam sang to her. These fierce ghosts were originally performing.

They are a ghost troupe!

I used the spare light to look behind me, and the gate of the yard was also guarded by several ghosts.

These ghosts have just followed us far away. Now, their courage has grown up.

Guo Chenjun instinctively hugged my arm.

I didn't even think about it. I took her in my arms and hugged her with one hand.

She gave me a look and hugged me tightly.

At this time, paper cheongsam appeared.

She appeared in front of all the ghosts in the theater. She looked at Guo Chenjun in my arms coldly, and her face was not willing.

I grabbed Lei Jue and stared at her. My heart mentioned my throat, and I couldn't help swallowing.

What can I do if she really rushes up? Break her up? Then Chengcheng will follow the spirit! Don't hit her? What about Guo Chenjun? I have a sudden regret. What did I rush into the village just now? I should take out the Seven Star mahogany seal in my bag first! In this way, when the paper cheongsam rushes over with her ghost troupe, I can at least seal her in the mahogany seal first. Now it's OK. The seal is in the backpack, but I'm holding the Lei Jue in one hand and the girl in the other. I can't make it.

A gust of overcast wind blew, and the disordered hair on the forehead of the paper cheongsam blew disorderly.

She didn't move, neither did her troupe.

But my forehead was sweating.

"I have mahogany marks in my bag. Take them out." I stare at the paper cheongsam and whisper to Guo Chenjun.

"Hmmm..." she unzipped, reached into the bag, and trembled to get the mahogany seal. "Is that so?"

I dare not be distracted. "This seal is used by me to mend talismans. There are seven stars of cinnabar on it. It can make fierce ghosts! You take it. If they rush over in a moment, you shoot at the devil! "

Guo Chenjun nodded hard. "Well."

Then she looked at the paper cheongsam.

The paper cheongsam finds the mahogany seal in Guo Chenjun's hand, and she seems to hesitate.

The ghost troupe behind her retreated one after another. They were afraid of mahogany.

Guo Chenjun looks at them nervously. Because of the nervousness, her chest can't stand the ups and downs. Her face and neck are full of cold sweat, which makes me tighter.

The paper cheongsam hesitated for a while, at last she looked at me, lowered her head and knelt down slowly.

Guo Chenjun and I were both shocked.

Then the ghost troupe and the ghost guarding the gate of the yard knelt down.

"Wu Zheng, they are..." Guo Chenjun looks confused.

I was also confused, so I asked the paper cheongsam, "what do you mean?"

The paper cheongsam raised her head, looked at us with those black eyes, opened her mouth and said, "this... I... First... I... Of..."

she said very seriously, but her voice was like the radio was disturbed, and she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

I frowned. "What do you say?"