Chapter 980

The tree can't cry or laugh. Is she despised by a little ghost?

"What else did Master Kong Yin say?"

"Master said that the ghost spirit is the confluence of resentment and is born with the power of yin and evil. Oh, there used to be a magician who killed villagers and deliberately made ghosts so as to practice a forbidden technique called Xuanyin charm. "

The tree nodded in understanding, "I know. I have not learned the talisman. "

"No wonder you are ignorant." The little monk sighed as if he were old.

The tree's mouth was slightly drawn, and he raised his hand and rubbed it on his little bald head

"Benefactor, can't you really see the ghost?" The little monk pointed to the front with his fingers.

"I can't see it."

It's strange that trees can't see ghosts.

After all, the little monk opened her eyes.

It doesn't matter if you can't see them.

While they were talking, they listened to the rustling sound of ruins in front of them.

Suddenly, an ugly corpse puppet with one leg and one hand sprang out of it. Its flesh and skin were almost rotten away. It felt like a skeleton moving.

"Wow!" The little monk subconsciously reached out and hugged the tree's neck.

The next moment, arbor raised his arm, a black gold arrow directly shot the bone corpse out and landed heavily on the ground.

When she shot, she naturally shot her head, and the corpse puppet couldn't get up again.

Arbor put down the Wulian crossbow and looked at the corpse puppet with a slightly shocked look.

After years, she couldn't recognize the man at all.

Maybe, even if you recognize it, you will still shoot him.

The tree pursed its lips, but did not open again.

After paying attention to the surroundings, I saw that there was no change, so I moved forward.

Over the years, in the nearby villages like Weijia village, which is close to Qiaotou village, it's estimated that all the villagers have fled, and almost all the corpses and puppets have left the desolate area to hunt for food.

"Benefactor, you used to live here?" The little monk put his arm around her neck and asked softly, "are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, stop talking." The tree held the child and walked quickly to mount Langshan.

Along the way, we can see the tragedy of Qiaotou village at that time.

Most of the villagers should have escaped. Those whose bodies were broken didn't become corpse puppets, but because of their resentments, they became ghosts in the mouth of the little monk.

"If my senior brothers didn't go out to travel, they could help the villagers here to spend more time." The little monk said it over and over again.

The tree didn't take care of him any more. He took him with qingluan and walked to mount Lanlan.

Although she had not returned for many years, she still remembered some paths.

Arbor all the way to pick a short way to the stone forest, looked around, "there is no discovery."

The little monk shook his head.

"Should we use the dagger to open the inheritance secret place first?" The tree muttered to itself.

The startling dagger flew out of her consciousness and hovered over her head.

All of a sudden, a blue figure slipped through the air, stretched out a huge palm and suddenly grabbed at the startling dagger.

"Dying." The tree's eyes are shining, throwing several concealed weapons.

When the dark wind came, the giant palm shrank.

The eyes of the tree are cold.