Chapter 736

Name:Sweet Noble Heir Author:Bai Ya
"What?" Little situ was stunned. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wanbai. He touched the golden awn at the bottom of Jiang Wanbai's eyes. He immediately realized something. His face changed when he looked at the man again.

Everyone will have three fires of heaven, earth and man. Many people know one thing, that is, if one hears someone calling himself on the road at night, never turn back. When you turn back, you will make the fire on one side of your shoulder tottering and unstable.

At this time, it is easy to be possessed by a ghost or lost.

Now, the fire on the left shoulder of the man who laughs at Jiang Wanbai has disappeared. Instead, a black fog floats on his shoulder. It is very strange that although one fire is missing, the other two are still intact, only slightly dimmer than normal.

Listening to Jiang Wanbai's words, he hesitated. He lowered his voice and asked, "master, if you catch that black fog, that person will only have two fires left."

There are only two people who ignite the fire, and fall into the eyes of those ghosts. In fact, there is no difference between them and the dead. They will rush to grab the body.

"Are you sure Is he still a man Jiang Wanbai picked his eyebrows slightly and asked him a question.

Little situ was stunned and continued to stare at the man. However, he could not afford to open his yin-yang eyes until the critical moment. If it was not for Jiang Wanbai's voice, he would not find what was on the shoulder of the man.

At first, he did think that the man was just driven crazy.

Qi Qingxing saw him standing still and said in a low voice: "go."

Little situ took a deep breath, turned his head and strode towards the man.

Seeing the little situ approaching, most of them subconsciously stepped back, and some people cried out: "don't come here! We'll infect you! "

Jiang Wanbai heard these words, moved in his heart and couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter?" Qi Qingxing asked in a low voice.

Jiang Wanbai shook his head gently and said in a low voice: "it's just that there are flowers hidden in the mud. I'm a little happy."

Although he learned from the captors that the county magistrate had been infected by those people because of their hatred, Jiang Wanbai didn't want to care about these people.

Qi Qingxing understood her meaning, and a smile ran through her eyes, and she gently answered.

Seeing the little situ approaching, those people could only look back in horror. They looked as if they were the sick people.

Even those with a wooden face were pulled back by the people next to them. Only the person with a strange smile stood still in the same place, and even the strange smile on his face had not changed.

Little situ soon came to him, five fingers into claws, with a piece of Rune paper in the palm, and grabbed the man's shoulder.

A moment ago, when he saw the talisman in the heart of the little situ's palm, his face changed, his throat suddenly gave out a sharp hiss, and turned his head to run. However, the hand of the little situ had caught the black fog on his shoulder. In a moment, the rune paper in the palm of the little situ turned into a net with white hair, which covered the black fog. The white net shrank and trapped the black fog Into a fist sized ball.

As soon as the black fog left, the man's face was pale and fell on the ground, and the black fog was still struggling in the palm of the little situ. However, the more it struggled, the light of the white net became brighter and tighter, and the hissing voice of the black fog became smaller and smaller. Finally, there was no movement.