Chapter 1277

At first, the breath ran very fast. I thought it was him. But then I found that the grass along the road was not scratched and trampled. On the contrary, there are many broken branches on the top of the treetops.

Ghost flying?

It seems that I really despise him. This old guy has a lot of hidden means.

However, he is obviously not as good as the first-class master of Longquan Mountain Villa, or he may have used the ghost gathering bell, which costs too much spiritual power. He stumbled with his little ghost on his back, and the branches were crooked and broken irregularly along the way.

And the speed is also getting slower and slower. I think it's the spiritual strength that will be exhausted.

I ran for a while and saw a light at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that there were many people gathered here.

Zhang Xiaoai should have received my notice and rushed up with the police.

But I still dare not relax.

The old nun had died on the spot, and I cut off Hao lame's good leg. These two guys lay in front of the hut as soon as they died and were injured. They couldn't escape at all. Although the old guard escaped into Guilin, she had no magic power, was not young, and could not run there.

But old man Baimei is not the same. He is pregnant with the top Yin things of Longquan Mountain Villa, and has many tricks and abilities. Ordinary police are not necessarily his opponents. If he escapes from the enclosure, it's really hard to find!

Now I quickened my pace and chased all the way.

Can chase after, suddenly feel, the breath in front seems to stop suddenly.

What tricks is this old guy up to? Do you know that I'm after you and want to set up an ambush for me?

I pressed the two knives and leaned over with great care step by step, but he still didn't move at all.

I walked for a while and saw old man Baimei lying under the osmanthus tree not far away.

What kind of trick is this? Want to lead me over and surprise the killer?

I hesitated to stop, but suddenly I could smell a strong smell of blood on the old man with white eyebrows.

What's going on?

I hesitated for a moment and went on.

But I saw the old man with white eyebrow lying on the ground. His clothes were scratched and his face was full of scratches. It should have been scratched by the branches when the ghost was flying. But his fatal wound was on his neck. There was a tiny wound on it, only an inch long.

The wound is very deep, just right, just can let him die in the shortest time without any sound.

It was killed!

There was no sign of fighting around. At first glance, I thought he had been scratched by a branch.

But who is this man? How could you kill the white brow old man? And I chased him all the way for so long that I didn't find any trace of him.

I went to check him. He didn't leave any valuable clues except for some sundries.

Juguiling is gone. It must have been taken by the killer.

By the way!

This old man has a deep relationship with Longquan Mountain Villa. Was it because Longquan Mountain Villa found out that something was exposed and was afraid of being caught alive by me? What secret did you ask? Did you kill people?

At the thought of this, I can't help but be afraid again!

Since this guy can kill the white eyebrow old man, I don't know if it's a ghost. What day would you do it to me in secret? It seems that we have to be careful.

After a simple inspection, I saw that there was no new discovery, so I turned around and went straight to the osmanthus temple on the mountain.

Tonight's goal is to check the secret in the child's portrait. After so many episodes, it's time to return to the focus.

Guihua temple is still quietly located at the top of the mountain. I turned over the courtyard wall and went straight to the North Hall.

When I came to the gate of the hall, I opened my backpack and took out the things inside.

These are the things I prepared for the whole afternoon in order to subdue the Yin.

Red silk embroidered robes, exquisite Rouge boxes, printed red paper, bronze small mirrors, red needlework, silk brocade embroidered with flowers and birds are all the favorite things of ancient women.

In the mirror of the hotel, I have seen that the spirit of the hermit is a woman.

This Yin thing has killed so many people in succession, and all of them are young girls. I'm afraid that some wisdom has already been born. If it escapes, it will be in trouble.

I'm going to use these things as a guide to hold the spirit back for a while.

I took out the glutinous rice flour, spread a thin layer on these things, and quietly hid under a osmanthus tree in the distance.

As soon as I hid, there was a slight sigh in the empty hall, then a gust of fragrance blew out of the hall, and the closed and strict door slightly opened a slit.

The fragrance diffuses everywhere, pours into the lung, makes people have a kind of unspeakable comfort, as if it is the most charming and intoxicating taste in the world. And it triggered a palpitation in the bottom of my heart, as if I was about to see my lover at that moment - uncontrollable joy, spontaneously!Then a woman, like a piece of paper, came out of the narrow crack in the door.

After she floated out of the door, she immediately plumped up and became life size.

But she was wearing a Pink Embroidered robe, and a pair of small dimples with white and red color appeared on the white, tender and jade like face of melon seeds. The melancholy eyes, curved eyebrows, rippling with intoxicating charm.

That appearance, that posture, than any big star to beautiful countless times, charming countless times! Beauty is beyond comparison.

Any person, such as men and women, will be very excited about it!

She looked up at the moon in the night sky.

The moon seemed to be overwhelmed by her beauty. She was so ashamed that she quickly hid in the clouds and shadows.

At the moment of her appearance, the flowers and branches in the courtyard seemed to be inferior to shame. They quickly turned around the branches. They were really beautiful and shy!

She moved forward and went to the few things I left behind.

She did not look at rouge, red robe or even bronze mirror, but picked up the sewing box in one hand. Hold in the palm is not open, so infatuated with watching.

Even if it is so expressionless, it is still charming enough to be unforgettable!

For a while, even I was a little dazed!

She looked at it for a long time, sighed a long time, put down the sewing box, turned around and walked back. She still went into the palace like a piece of paper, leaving only the fragrance of the hospital still flying and intoxicating.

If it's like nine fairies have just arrived in the world, it's hard to be sure. Is everything just dreaming?