Chapter 182： Never let you die 2

Ye Shaoyang took a bottle of Qixing grass from his backpack and handed it to the pony. He said: "Spray it and help me find the soul of Yuqing."

The pony did not say a word, sprayed the seven-star grass leaves, followed by Ye Shaoyang, all the way to the west, Ye Shaoyang hand holding the seven-star Longquan sword without a slap, no road, use the scabbard to smash the thorns, but also straight to the west, as for The bare feet are on the stones and grass roots, and the pain has been completely ignored.

I have been walking for four or five miles, a few hundred meters away from the front, a mountain blocked the way, facing the slopes on the west side, steep and abnormal, simply unable to climb, the pony pointed and said: "What to do, detour ?"

"Come to the front." Ye Shaoyang secretly sighed in the heart. The mountain is too steep. If you insist on going west, you can’t climb up. If you go around, the land is too wide. I don’t know when it’s time to go. On the back, if you can't find a clue, then the eight achievements are over: Xie Yuqing's death time is not long, and the soul can't run too far.

A gust of wind blew, Ye Shaoyang stood still, took a sniff, and said excitedly: "I smell the ghost, just in front!"

After talking about the volley of Maoshan, following the direction of the ghost, flying to the past, all the way to the foot of the mountain, the ghost is getting stronger and stronger, Ye Shaoyang looked around and suddenly saw a small forest on the left side of the mountain. In the picture, two figures are looming.

Ye Shaoyang fixed his eyes and looked at it. The two men were in tandem. The front was very tall. The body was a black shadow. The back was wearing a police uniform. The figure was slim and walked hard. It seemed to be the person in front. Take the same.

Not Xie Yuqing, who else?

"That is the police officer, the little leaves, finally found it." The pony took a deep breath and said excitedly.

Ye Shaoyang's look has become more dignified: If Xie Yuqing is caught by the genie's genie, then he only has to find it, he has 100% confidence to save it, but from the current situation, the shadow It’s a ghost, a ghost, and a natural meaning. Even if he is a heavenly teacher, he can’t violate it...

Ye Shaoyang came over with Xiao Mara and said: "I can't take the initiative to make a difference with the ghosts. After you have passed, I will scream at him and try to make him angry. Once he has dealt with you, I have reason to fight with him. Can you? It’s up to you to save the soul of Yu Qing’s sister.”

The pony saw Xie Yuqing not far away, and the mentality could not help but relax a little. The nature of fear was coming out again. Frowning said: "Small leaves, you are sure nothing, people are bad, not the same as ordinary ghosts. In case of anger, what should I do if I catch me directly?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "You can rest assured that he is just a ghost. As long as you have Yangshou, he has no power to treat you, so I will make you irritate him. As long as he commits the crime first, I will dare to fight with him. !"

"Do it, go out, do what you said!" The pony bit his teeth, step forward, Ye Shaoyang grabbed him, let him wait, raised his hand, and folded two branches from the tree next to it. , tied with a red line into a cross.

The little thumb home popped cinnabar, which was wiped three times on the shortest one. It looked like eyes and mouth. The cross immediately turned into a small man with arms outstretched.

Ye Shaoyang looked up and saw that the figure of the two had not gone far, so he quickly took out a charm, wrote the name and date of birth of Xie Yuqing, tied it to the leg of the "Crossman" and handed it to the pony. Dao: "If you really fight, you hear my signal, immediately bite the tip of your tongue, squirt a blood on the villain, scream aloud, activate the charm, and take back the soul of Yu Qingjie..."

The pony immediately said: "My tongue blood is also useful?"

"Anyone's tongue and blood have spirituality. It is enough to activate this charm. The key is to recite a curse. Have you been practicing the spell of fire all these days? This spell of the charm is the same as the requirement of the fire spell. What?"

The pony was shocked and said: "There is difficulty, I read the curse, I can only succeed three times in five times, in case of failure..."

“Nothing,” Ye Shaoyang stared at him and said, “There is only one chance. If it fails, Yu Qingjie will finish playing.”

"What does it mean after playing?"

"The soul flies, the gods can't save it."

The pony immediately came up with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead and swallowed his mouth. He said: "This task is too difficult. Why don't you come by yourself?"

"I am going to collect the soul, are you going to fight with others?"

"Okay..." The pony thought, if he failed, he would have no face to live, and he would just die.

Ye Shaoyang taught him the spell, patted his shoulders, unfolded his body, flew past, caught up with the two figures, stood still, and shouted: "Excuse me, I will make a fortune."

The escorting of the soul is the fate of the ghost. In the words of the yang, it is the sacred and inviolable responsibility. Just like the armed police escorting the banknotes, it is a special duty. No one else can be disturbed. If it is urgent, it must be interrupted. Such a sentence indicates the identity of his mage.

The black figure stood and slowly turned around.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the past, this ghost is very tall, dark skin, a little illusory feeling, a black robe cover, slender upper end, wide forehead, vertical eyebrows, two bronze bell-sized eyes round Round, look at yourself.

Ye Shaoyang noticed that his clothes had three white curved windings on his chest. This is the "ghost heraldry", which represents his rank in the ghost, three ghost coats, and the rank is not low. It is a Hundreds of total.

A straw rope, one hanging on the waist of the ghost, the other on the hands of Xie Yuqing, she was shut down three life lights, the gods are closed, nothing is known, like a vegetative person .

Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath and bowed his hand to the ghost. He said: "In the next Maoshan Tianshi Ye Shaoyang, I met the elder."

The ghost did not move the lips, the belly agitated, and made a low voice: "There is no inn on Huangquan Road, and you call me, what is it?"

Ghosts in the sun generally do not speak with their mouths, so as not to inhale yang, yang is a kind of turbidity for their ghosts in the underworld. It takes more time to inhale and it is more troublesome.

Ye Shaoyang arched his hand again and pointed to Xie Yuqing and said: "This is my friend. The death is unclear. I asked specifically, how did she die?"

The ghost said: "What do you know?"

"If she hasn't reached the limit, I want to ask the poor to sell a face and let me take her back."

The ghost snorted: "I am sorry, although this girl is dying, but Shouyuan has done it, hit it, please come back."

"Wait!" Ye Shaoyang rushed up, stopped the ghosts, and waved his right hand. A well-painted Tiantongfu flew out and fell on Xie Yuqing, immediately lighting up her three life lights.

Xie Yuqing hit a spirit, his eyes lit up and fell on Ye Shaoyang's face, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Small gods, come and save me!"