Chapter 625

"Wang Xiaopeng, summoning souls again?"

As soon as the little boy Wang Xiaopeng finished speaking, a joking voice sounded behind him.

Four or five little boys of the same age as Wang Xiaopeng walked behind Wang Xiaopeng and looked at the candles and chopsticks on the ground with a smile.

They all come from the same village as Wang Xiaopeng and are very familiar with him.

Three years ago.

Wang Xiaopeng's father, Wang Jinhui, fished in the river at night. He was blown into the river by a gust of wind, and then he completely lost his trace.

Some people say that Wang Jinhui met a water ghost and was dragged into the river by the water ghost, so he disappeared forever.

It was also said that Wang Jinhui was caught in a fishing net, so he could not get ashore, resulting in drowning alive.

Anyway, Wang Jinhui completely disappeared from the village.

As his son, Wang Xiaopeng has been waiting for Wang Jinhui's return.

Even knowing that Wang Jinhui is dead, Wang Xiaopeng is still making unremitting efforts to summon Wang Jinhui to meet him with the art of summoning souls.

For three years, he came to the river almost every night and held a soul summoning ceremony in the same way.

Over time, he became a celebrity in the whole village. Everyone knew that he wanted to find Wang Jinhui through soul summoning.

Of course, in people's view, his soul summoning doesn't work at all. It's just a child's play.

Therefore, basically the whole village is laughing at Wang Xiaopeng.

In particular, children as old as him laugh at Wang Xiaopeng from time to time for fun.

Wang Xiaopeng turned around and nodded seriously:

"Well, dad said I have the ability of channeling, and this soul summoning skill is really handed down by our family, so I will see him!"

When he said this, he immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"You've said that a thousand times!"

"Yes, my ears are almost aware of calluses!"

"Wang Xiaopeng, can't you wake up? You don't have the gift of channeling at all, and this technique of summoning souls is completely useless!"

"Wang Xiaopeng, you're not evocative, you're funny! Hahaha!"

……

Call~

In the laughter of a group of children, suddenly a dark wind blew from the river and blew down the flames of all six candles.

A dark, wet figure appeared from the river and soon came to Wang Xiaopeng.

"Daddy!"

After taking a closer look, Wang Xiaopeng immediately shouted excitedly, "I finally summoned you!"

When a group of children saw this, they were all scared to stay where they were.

Shouted in his heart: "Wang Xiaopeng really called out his father!"

This black figure is indeed the ghost of Wang Jinhui.

He looked at Wang Xiaopeng with a spoiled face:

"Good son, dad was about to step into the gate of the hell. When he heard your call, he still couldn't bear to leave like this and decided to come back and see you."

Wang Xiaopeng said, "Dad, can you not leave me?"

Wang Jinhui sighed helplessly:

"Dad is just an ordinary ghost who fell into the water. He can't exist between heaven and earth for too long, otherwise he will be beaten to death by the mysterious power of heaven and earth."

After hearing this, Wang Xiaopeng lowered his head and muttered, "I want to be with you."

Wang Jinhui was silent and trembled, as if he were making a final struggle.

"Eh?"

Just then, a child reached behind Wang Jinhui and asked:

"Wang Xiaopeng, is that the ghost you summoned?"

When he said this, Wang Xiaopeng, Wang Jinhui and other children looked in the direction of the river.

I saw a tall figure standing on the river under the faint sky.

He wore gold armor and held a spear.

The whole body is full of dark wind, which makes the river ripple continuously.

Wang Jinhui felt an extremely fierce ghost spirit attacking him and shouted:

"This is an evil ghost. Run!"

Oh~

Just as his voice fell, the yellow scarf ghost stepped on the river with his feet and stirred up startling waves.

A fierce ghost spirit came out and aimed directly at Wang Xiaopeng.

"I can't let you kill my son!"

Wang Jinhui summoned up his courage and rushed to the yellow scarf ghost.

"Die!"

The yellow scarf ghost roared fiercely, opened his big mouth and bit Wang Jinhui's head.

Hoo! With a sound, he swallowed the whole ghost of Wang Jinhui into his stomach.

Seeing that Wang Xiaopeng had run far away, he smiled ferociously:

"Can you escape this Wuzhishan?"

He was full of ghost spirit, stamped his feet on the ground, shook ten miles around and roared up.

Wang Xiaopeng and others felt the surging ghost spirit rushing towards them, and they all screamed with fear:

"Help! The devil is going to kill!"

As soon as they shouted, the whole village quickly lit up a large fire.

All the villagers rushed out with torches and shouted to burn the evil ghost.

The reason why they reacted so quickly was that ghosts hurt people in this village more than 100 years ago.

At that time, all the villagers worked together to burn the evil ghost with fire, and agreed with each other that once a similar situation occurred in the future, everyone must cooperate at the first time to protect the village.

These rules have been handed down for a hundred years and have not been forgotten by the villagers.

Moreover, in order to deal with the evil spirits, some villagers also hold a large basin of black dog blood and want to use the strong Yang Qi in black dog blood to corrode the ghosts.

Soon, hundreds of villagers rushed to Wang Xiaopeng.

Seeing the yellow scarf ghost walking in the air with a long halberd, all the villagers couldn't help but exclaim:

"The devil looks very strong!"

A group of people quickly raised torches and threw them at the yellow scarf ghost, and threw out the black dog blood in their hands.

The yellow scarf ghost angrily said:

"A gang of mole ants, do you think you can handle this seat with these messy things?"

"See how this seat rips your body and devours your soul!"

His ghost spirit exploded suddenly and turned into a ghost wave to shake away all the torches and black dog blood.

"Heart destroying formula!"

Then raise the halberd to the sky and shoot a very strong ghost light.

The ghost light exploded in the void, and hundreds of fierce ghosts rushed to all the villagers.

Hiss~

Everyone felt the extremely Yin ghost gas pressing down on their heads, and their scalp felt numb.

"No!"

"The devil's blood and fire are not close, and he can't deal with it at all!"

"He won't really eat us, will he?"

……

The villagers of this village have never seen such a powerful ghost. Under his powerful power, his legs trembled and almost knelt down.

Wang Xiaopeng looked at the yellow scarf ghost in horror and despair:

"The devil ate my father, but I can't deal with him at all!"

He was in great pain for a moment and felt very helpless.

Call~

In the infinite fear and despair of all people, a purple light as bright as the sun lit up in the sky.

Ten thousand beautiful purple lights fell.

Through the ghost shadows differentiated by the yellow scarf ghost, they are burned into gas in an instant like the real fire of the sun.

"Ah!"

Even the powerful yellow scarf ghost was penetrated by a purple light and burned clean in the blink of an eye.

When Wang Xiaopeng and the villagers saw this, they all took a cold breath.

He killed such an evil ghost in seconds with one move. The person who took the shot is really strong!

Before they could return to their senses, a coquettish purple light flashed in the void.

A tall and slender young woman with a beautiful temperament stood at the entrance of the village.

Behind her, there was an old woman in black and hundreds of ghosts!