Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Xiaomeng shook his head. “I have only seen one side. When my dad sent me to Shanghai that year, it happened that Ye Shaoyang’s parents also went to Mt. Mao to see him. Everyone went on the road and traveled together. My dad also took me on board. Mt. Mao, when it was fun, I saw him once. “

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and quickly searched in his mind. Thanks to his good memory, and the number of times his parents went to the mountain to visit themselves, they could be counted on one’s fingers. Every time, they almost remembered the time when someone was there … he Really remembered.

Was that 8 years old or 1 years old that year?

He just remembered that the girl who was introduced by his parents as his younger sister seemed to be 5-6 years old. Is this the slim beauty in front of me?

Suddenly he thought of something and looked at Ye Xiaomeng, “No, you are also Mt. Mao disciple, why have you only met him?”

Only then did Ye Xiaomeng realize that she was awkward and turned her face a little unnaturally, and whispered, “I’m not a formal Mt. Mao disciple. Don’t ask, I’ll tell you later.”

Although Ye Shaoyang is full of doubts, others say that it is not good to follow up, so as not to cause doubt.

However, Little Ma took a bit of fun, and Chong Ye Xiaomeng said with a smile: “You have seen people when you were a kid, and you still remember it so clearly. It is amazing.”

Ye Xiaomeng shrugged, “I remember him because he is Mt. Mao inner disciple, the only and most powerful mage in our family, and I use him as a benchmark.” Chong Ye Shaoyang blinked and said, “Mt. Mao inner disciple, you should know what it means. “

Ye Shaoyang said, “Well, the spell must be more powerful than mine.”

“That said, Mt. Mao didn’t easily accept the inner disciple. Maybe it is already a True Master. You have an Outer Sect Disciple, what do you compare with others?”

Little Ma pats Ye Shaoyang’s shoulder said with a hint: “Little Ye’zi, you can’t beat the street like a spell, but I think you must be more handsome than that Ye Shaoyang.”

Ye Shaoyang put his hand on his chin and showed a charming smile. As a result, Ye Xiaomeng was snorted and said, “My Big Brother Shaoyang was only a dozen years old at that time, but he was just a handsome embryo, just you, hum.”

Ye Shaoyang almost fainted, and had deep doubts about his appearance: Could he be a long-disabled person, not handsome when he was ten?

This is too sad.

Three people continued to hurry. Ye Shaoyang tentatively asked why there was no “Ye Shaoyang” to deal with this time when the disaster hit his hometown.

Ye Xiaomeng’s answer was that her father Ye Bo had tried to notify Mt. Mao’s Sect Master Qing Yunzi and let him send Ye Shaoyang down the mountain. As for why she hadn’t arrived yet, she didn’t know.

Ye Shaoyang’s heart sank, Ye Xiaomeng’s father and daughter knew Qing Yunzi! Suddenly thought that the Master wanted to return to his hometown. Is it because he was notified by Ye Bo? This makes sense, but it is obviously a drought, why is the Master saying that it is a corpse? Is he sure that the drought is related to the corpse?

Ye Shaoyang thought about it and decided to call Old Guo tonight. Now that the Master has gone to him, maybe he will have the contact information of the Master. In this case, he should ask the Master to ask clearly.

Near the graveyard, Ye Xiaomeng sighed, and once again expressed his emotion: “What is the drought? If I come to Big Brother Shaoyang, it will not be a matter of minutes.”

Little Ma touched Ye Shaoyang’s shoulder and laughed at him.

Ye Shaoyang’s speechless in my heart, I really want to say something to Ye Xiaomeng, big sister, you think too much, actually I’m not that powerful …

Going to the cemetery that Ye Qiuling visited during the day and finding the grave, Ye Xiaomeng and Little Ma were reluctant to do such bloody things, Ye Shaoyang had to enter the battlefield by himself.

“Brother, you’re dead anyway, sorry.” Ye Shaoyang started digging the grave with both hands.

Ye Xiaomeng said immediately: “You destroy people’s corpses, don’t burn some paper money incense or something, worship it.”

“This night, the firelight target is too big,” Ye Shaoyang said, “10000 people will be treated as grave robbers when they are found, and there will be no way to say.”

“But it is against the morality of the mage to destroy a human body without authorization. Besides, this person has just died. Maybe the first 7 have not passed. Are you afraid he will come to you?”

“Relax, he doesn’t have to look for you.” Ye Shaoyang started to dig the grave, without any worries about the soul of the grave owner coming to himself, saying that if he was not afraid of Niubi, he was afraid of everything, but he was not afraid of ghosts.

It’s crazy to dare to find troublesome ghosts because of this little thing.

Digging along the place where Ye Qiuling dug, the soil was soft, Ye Shaoyang dug to the bottom at a stretch, then halfway into it, touched the body, and then pulled it out.

Seeing a broken face of the corpse at night, both Little Ma and Ye Xiaomeng were a little cautious and turned their heads.

Ye Shaoyang, regardless of 3 7 21, he found out the Mt. Mao extermination nail, cut a piece of meat from the corpse’s face, took out a blank charm, and wanted to wrap it.

Seeing his own magic charm, he suddenly thought of something, and while Ye Xiaomeng didn’t find it, he put away the purple magic charm and asked Ye Xiaomeng for a few yellow magic charms on the grounds that he did not bring it.

Use one of them to wrap the excavated flesh, fold it, and put it in the bag with the remaining magic. Then put the body back and bury the soil.

Half an hour later, after the three came to Wu’s house all the way, Ye Shaoyang lay down on the wall first and took a look. Granny Wu was not in the yard, 3% was in the house, the cats were not there, only one was left. The cat, crouching on the persimmon tree in the corner of the yard, opened its red eyes, and remained motionless, probably in the care home.

When Ye Shaoyang returned to the room, he randomly found a branch and dug a hole in the ground. He found a sea bowl from his backpack and stuck it in the middle. The mouth of the bowl was exactly flush with the ground. Put the pieces in.

Ye Xiaomeng was still wondering what he did, and now he came to understand: This would guide the earthworms to the bowl for easy capture.

“I caught 9 incense bugs on the mountain, that’s how I did it,” Ye Shaoyang said. “But I used a washbasin and chicken blood to catch a pot in one night.”

Ye Xiaomeng wondered, “What do you do to catch that many 9 insects?”

“Flipped the skin, dried it, sold it to a Chinese medicine store, and played a game console.”

“Playing is impossible.” Ye Xiaomeng taught with a condescending attitude.

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said nothing.

After his confirmation, Ye Xiaomeng drew a piece of ground fire rune and threw it into the sea bowl.

The yin-yin Yin Fire burns, burning that piece of human flesh. Yin Fire’s temperature is very low, it won’t burn the meat, but it can let the bloody smell evaporate.

After a while, the bloody smell spread around, and into the noses of the three people, there was a strange smell that was indescribable, not a scent.