Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Zhuang Yu Ning smiled very cutely and said: "It doesn't matter, I believe in you, everything depends on you."

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head. How does this sound like a feeling of entrusting life?

After dinner, Zhuang Yujin proposed to go to the nearby pedestrian street, Ye Shaoyang did not have anything, so accompanied, where to know that she was premeditated, did not go to any women's store, but went shopping for several men's clothing stores, hard to help Ye Shaoyang selected A few high-end clothes.

"Help you buy a pair of good shoes." Zhuang Yu Ning grabbed his hand, just about to enter a shop, suddenly white light flashed behind him, screaming, the two turned back together, saw a guy holding the camera in both hands, facing The other side of the street is running fast.

Ye Shaoyang’s first reaction was a thief. As a result, Zhuang Yu-Ling called: “It’s a paparazzi, took our photo!”

Ye Shaoyang understood it when he heard it, hateful! Without saying anything, I stepped forward. Zhuang Yu Ning also ran behind.

That kid is probably not the first time to be chased by people, like the oil under his feet, running fast, running out of the pedestrian street, opposite a bungalow alley, this kid plunged in.

"Shaoyang brother, don't chase it, forget it." Zhuang Yujin looked hopeless, and said nothing.

"No, he has a photo. If you go back, you have to make it!" Ye Shaoyang kept his feet and flew into the alley. Zhuang Yujin had to jog and chase the past.

Ye Shaoyang licked two clothes bags in one hand, his eyes locked in front of the figure, persevering, chasing eight lanes in one breath, the speed of the guy in front was gradually slowing down, the distance between the two became more and more tight.

Ye Shaoyang shouted at his back: "You don't run a rabbit, don't stop, give me a stop!"

The young man looked back at him, panting, dragging his cry and said: "Big brother, you can run too much, I am also eating a meal, don't chase it?"

After being chased by eight hutongs, I still haven’t caught up. Ye Shaoyang has never seen such a person who can run. The heart is full of admiration and said: "Yes, don’t run, you deleted the photo for me, I am not embarrassed. you."

The guy didn't make a sound and continued to run forward.

"Rely, still hard support, big brother, I am with you today!" Ye Shaoyang was inspired by the fighting spirit, do not use Maoshan volley, and continue to pursue with their legs.

Zhuang Yumian only chased two lanes, and he couldn’t move. He stopped and gasped for a while. After waiting for a while, he didn’t see Ye Shaoyang coming back, took out his mobile phone, wanted to call him, and suddenly came behind him. The strange "squeaky, squeaky" voice turned around and saw a figure wearing a yellow robe, moving a little from a distance.

Her steps are very small, her body twists and twists. Every step, the body makes a squeak of joint friction, like a robot, with a bald head, but with a woman's face and a pair of dead fish. The eyes turned up and there was a steady flow of green mucus.

Every few seconds, her lips opened, and she spit out a scarlet tongue, cleaned the mucus flowing down her eyes, and made a disgusting soup-like sound.

ghost! Female ghost!

Zhuang Yuli immediately felt her throat dry, her legs soft, and stepped back. She suddenly thought that the phone was in her hand and hurriedly picked it up, using the trembling fingers to dial Ye Shaoyang’s cell phone.

The phone just dialed, Zhuang Yuli rushed out of the screen, looking for female ghosts, but found that the female ghost was gone, and looked up, the female ghost suddenly hanged from the top, a grimace face to face.

Zhuang Yu-ling screamed and fell to the ground, holding his hands and leaning back.

The female ghost fell to the ground, crawling over and grabbing her feet. Her feet were soft and unconscious. The stiff body of the female ghost suddenly softened. Like a snake, she climbed up her body. Where to climb, the place is unconscious.

The female ghost climbed up to her neck, opened her mouth, spit out the scarlet tongue, and put it up against her mouth. Zhuang Yu Ning only had a head to move, desperately turned to the side, but she did not see her tongue falling, looking up Look, one hand stretched out from behind his head, and the thumb was on the head of the female ghost.

Zhuang Yuli hurriedly turned his head and saw Ye Shaoyang standing behind him with a cold smile on his lips.

"Wooden villain!"

Ye Shaoyang raised his hand again, and the little finger nails popped up with cinnabar. He quickly painted a cinnabar print on the female ghost face. Once again, the mantra was read, and the cinnabar was printed and turned into a sharp blade. The female ghost was split into two halves from top to bottom. After landing, it fell apart.

"It's okay." Ye Shaoyang took a shot of Zhuang Yu Ning's shoulder and comforted.

Zhuang Yulian slowed down, and there was an urge to pounce on his arms for comfort. Finally, he resisted and asked, "How come you are so fast?"

"I let the kid delete the photo, then go back, feel the magical atmosphere here, feel that something is wrong, just run a little faster, but fortunately catch up." Ye Shaoyang wiped the sweat and said.

Zhuang Yu Ning looked down on the ground. It was actually a pile of human-shaped sawdust. He was on the spot. "Is this a ghost?"

"Of course not. If it is a ghost and evil spirit, I can give you a talisman. This is a wooden charm, a scorpion made by the Master with a repelling technique. Looking at horror, in fact, it is very, the only advantage. It is a device trace that can escape the amulet."

Said, Ye Shaoyang went to the sawdust pile, rummaged for a while, found a yellow paper, picked it up, and wrote the name of the Zhuang Yu Ning and the birth of the eight characters with a pen.

Zhuang Yuli took a look at it and stopped. He asked: "What is going on?"

"This wooden character is based on your name and birthday characters." Ye Shaoyang thought for a moment and said: "This is a conspiracy. The other party knows that you have a bodyguard, so you used this thing to deal with it." You, especially, look at it, the paparazzi should be the person hired by the other side, but let him go."

Turning around, Zhuang Yuhuag held the piece of paper, frowned, and asked her: "What's wrong, can you recognize who wrote this?"

"This is... Jolina's handwriting!"

Ye Shaoyang was shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely, we have designed the signature together and practiced each other's names. I can't remember anything else, but when she wrote 'rain', it was this kind of writing, very characteristic, I remember very clearly, absolutely she! But how can she use her spells?"

"She certainly won't have a spell. The name is written by her, but the source of the mana is behind the character..." Ye Shaoyang turned the charm to the back, and painted a few lines on the cinnabar, which seemed messy in Zhuang Yujin. But in Ye Shaoyang's eyes, each line has a special meaning.