Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

A mansion in the west corner of Xiaoshui.

The thick door was closed tightly in the shadow under the eaves, and only two tiger-shaped copper pavilions were glowing in the dark with a faint cold light.

Child is too early.

I don't know when and where the night fog has blocked the inside and outside of the long street. The bright moonlight from the sky can only harmonize with the haze and night tones into a chaos, and nothing is true.

Only the Wisteria sylvestris flourishing at the end of the alley, tinged with a faint purple in the gloomy fog.

"This is it?"

Li Changan looked around, somewhat puzzled.

Although the scream was short, it was stern enough. There are a lot of people around, supposedly it will always cause some shock, even panic. But when the two heard the sound, everyone in the square seemed to fall asleep peacefully.

Li Changan looked towards his companion, at least temporarily.

But Yu Mei ignored his question, and instead said, "Let's cover it up for me."

Talk about it.

The figure gradually faded in the fog, and he had already escaped.

Li Changan: "..."

Well, there is no discussion. Just how to cover it up? The Taoist thought for a moment.

"Bang, bang."

Simply stepped forward and smashed the door.

"Who is it?"

Unexpectedly, there was an immediate response inside the door.

Li Changan adjusted his voice, learned the accent of the bandits and gangsters who were hacked to death during the journey, and yelled viciously while smashing the door.

"Yamen handle the case and open the door quickly."

The words inside the door stagnated, and a short time later, the door cracked open, and an old man leaned out half of his body, and the lantern in his hand shone toward the door. In a moment, his eyes became round.

Where are the officials? He is clearly a villain with a sharp blade at his waist!

Cangtou hurriedly retracted, hurriedly trying to cover the door, but Li Changan took a step first, jammed the door, and then hit his body and forcibly broke in.

Cangtou was stunned, shocked and frightened.

"you you……"

"What are you?"

The Taoist puffed up his eyes and looked arrogant.

"Sajia Road, Xuanxiao, received the bonus from the master of the county, and was ordered to patrol the city at night to prepare for evil spirits."

As he said, he pushed to Cangtou, spitting condescendingly, relying on his height.

"Someone in your family screams at night, why? But the demon is making trouble?!"

The old man seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly called injustice.

"Master Dao laughed, how come the evil spirits come from. My master woke up from a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" The Taoist shook his face with the acting skills he learned from the earth-flavored video. "Are you saying that the Sajia ran away for nothing today? Should I go back empty-handed?"

He hummed twice, and in a pair of nostrils, he wrote "Yes" and "Money" on the other.

Pulling away the head that came up, reluctantly and noisy.

"Where is the master? Call him out to see me."

By this time, the gray head had calmed down instead, his face buried in the shadows looked unrealistic, only two gazes fluttered around the Taoist priest.

"Okay." He said, "I will take you to see my host."

…………

Cangtou led Li Changan around a shadow wall, facing a small courtyard.

The fog in the courtyard seems to be thicker, and the rockery, tree planting, and even the side rooms on both sides of the courtyard seem to be vague and shadowy.

Only the lantern emits some dim light, outlines the shadows of the two in the fog, covering the muddy mud under the feet.

For some reason, the courtyard was filled with thick mud, and the entire courtyard was turned into a mud pond.

Although Taoist priests are always paying attention to their feet and trying their best to lift their feet on the ground, they will inevitably get muddy.

"Straight thief mother! Didn't you say that your family has been worshipped by evil?!"

He complained loudly.

"The weather has been so good in the past two days, and there is no rain. For nothing, your house is soaked in the mud?"

Cangtou paused, and slowly explained:

"The water tank was overturned today, and the drainage in the yard was also blocked, so a lot of muddy water accumulated."

"Since you know that the drainage is blocked, why don't you dredge it? I think your master is quite wealthy, how can your family style be so lazy?"

The "rude" Taoist is not forgiving, and the old man only only promised, leading him step by step into the depths of the dark mist locked courtyard.

In the place where the two walked, the dim light had just left, and the dark fog reunited.

Can't see the depth of the mud, something seems to be lurking past.

The thick and turbid muddy water followed up with ripples, and then the ripples broke apart again, turning into rows of tiny and dense barbs.

Soon.

Submerge in the mud and return to peace.

…………

The yard is not big, even though it is muddy and difficult to navigate, ten steps of picking and choosing will pass.

Arrived in front of the main hall door.

"Master Dao please."

Cangtou turned sideways to give up his birth position, standing still in the shadow under the corridor.

"My host is in the room."

Quietly around, the night breeze poured into the court, disturbing the fog, blowing cold behind the neck.

The Taoist priest glanced at the arched old head, and then looked at the locked door in front of him. There was no movement inside, only the dim light from the window paper.

"good."

He smiled, then pushed the door in.

However.

The moment the Taoist priest crossed the threshold and turned his back to Cangtou.

The humble expression on Old Cangtou's face suddenly condensed, as if he had changed from a living person into a delicate clay puppet in the blink of an eye. His hanging arm seemed to melt under his feet, and then squirmed and solidified into a rough but sharp cone, and then quietly pierced the Taoist's unsuspecting heart.

Also at this time.

The mist suddenly surged in the sky, and then, a red dress floated down on Cang's head and shoulders, followed by a sharp sword light.

The movements of the old head or the monster stopped abruptly, and the awl from the alienation of the arm turned a dark brown color, which quickly spread to the whole body, and finally, with a slight cracking sound, the whole person collapsed into a pile of mud. .

It was Yu Mei who appeared quietly and made a contribution with one blow.

Li Changan kept everything in his eyes, but his face became more solemn.

"Beware..."

Before the words fell, in the yard... to be precise, in the mud, there was a intensive sound of "chuckling" suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the mud in the entire courtyard boiled, but instead of bubbles, what came out was sharp thorns.

Then, the mud suddenly rose up, like a huge sea setting off, like a wave and more like a wall, closing, smashing, and squeezing it down!

The Taoist priest was shocked, and was about to retreat into the house for a while, but saw Yu Mei still staying in place, turning a blind eye to the mud wall that was smashed down, and only pulled out a strange magic weapon.

A ruler-long knife, with a red string wrapped around its handle, and a large iron ring attached to its tail. There are many small rings on the large ring. It is waved and jingle.

Li Changan recognized this thing. It is called the bell knife, or the master knife, and the ring knife. It is a special magic weapon in the Lingnan area that merges with the local shamanism, such as the Meishan Sect and the Lushan School.

Skip the gossip.

In the courtyard.

But when he saw the giant wave cover the top, Yu Mei suddenly inserted the bell knife in his hand into the muddy foot.

"break!"

An edict.

Suddenly.

Countless fine thunder fires shot out from under the knife!

These thunder and fire are very strange, extremely violent during the jumping, but the color is dark and deep, giving people a sticky and greasy contradictory feeling. But the weirdness is the weirdness, and the power is also very overbearing. Wherever it passes, the water vapor in the mud waves and even some more mysterious things evaporate. Blinking, turning the black mud into yellow dry soil.

Lei Guang came quickly and went quickly.

When Yu Mei Shi Shiran put away the bell knife, the turbulent mud that was about to smash the two into the air, turned into a dry soil embryo covered with cracks.

Then, with a single tap on Yu's eyebrows, the cracks were connected to each other and expanded. In an instant, the whole collapsed, and dust was splashed.

She stepped lightly, avoiding the mud and dust, the red dress floated and fell to Li Changan's side, and she chuckled slightly under the hideous mask.

"Pretend to look like."

"Seeing a lot."

The Taoist priest also took the sword back into its sheath, looked around, and couldn't help but admire.

"Good spell."

"Of course..." She said in a deserted tone, revealing unstoppable pride, "This is the God Thunder of Guishui!"

"Oh, God Thunder."

Li Changan turned his face and grinned from the angle that Yu Mei couldn't see. At the same time, he pretended that he couldn't see the opponent's aggressiveness, the stagnation of breath and the unnaturalness of his movements, he just asked.

"how?"

Yu Mei replied:

"In the two-entry house, there are at least ten people in a household plus servants, but I have checked in the front and back of the house, in the left and right wing rooms, and there is no half-person figure."

The Taoist nodded thoughtfully, sniffed, his eyes turned...

"keep the change."

Li Changan picked up the lantern that had fallen from his head and shone it to the corner of the courtyard.

The ugliness will end.

The dark mist has long since receded, and only the shallow remnants lingered and laid out on the ground like threads.

As the lantern was shining, the bleak moonlight was cast at the right time, reflecting the muddy mud scattered in the corner, a slender and delicate hand, scarlet but pale in color, protruding out of the mist, like a manjussahua blooming above the yellow spring.