At dawn, it was very dark and it was pitch black outside.

The snow on the roof was roasted by the fire, and water droplets fell from the eaves.

Tick, tick......

In the room, snoring was everywhere.

One eye looked through the window, looking at the two people inside, and under the reflection of the firelight, the pupils shimmered with a strange brilliance.

This is a monk, a demon monk, a demon monk who has almost died once. Strictly speaking, all monks who have attained positive results should be called demon monks, after all, they also use demonic energy.

However, people don't call it that, but call them arhats, bodhisattvas, living Buddhas, and so on.

Therefore, the demon monk was placed on the head of some specific monks.

This demon monk, whose Dharma name is tasteless, is the owner of Lanruo Temple, a good monk. However, the army came here, killed his master, brothers, disciples, destroyed the Buddha statue, and burned the place.

Then, he went crazy and became a demon with a thought.

He was parched and shaped like a dried corpse. His face was wrinkled, like the peel of an orange. The cheekbones are prominent, the cheeks and eye sockets are sunken, there are few teeth, yellow or black, there is not much beard left, and it is pitifully attached to the chin, but the eyebrows are quite long, like weeds, hanging down to the corners of the eyes.

His skeleton was large, and although there wasn't much flesh left on his body, he still looked lightweight. The joints of his fingers are particularly thick, like Buddha beads.

And on his body, there was a monk's robe, which was too wide and looked a little empty, and the hem showed his bare feet, stepping on the ground silently.

And on his neck, there is a string of skull Buddha beads, these Buddha beads are not polished, each one is a living human skull, refined and reduced by evil methods, each one is the size of a walnut, a total of forty-two.

He probed his brain and looked in, but he didn't block the gap, and lit a fire, slept and snored, and was not quiet, all signs showed that the people inside were not the prey of the group of female ghosts.

If it had been any other time, he would have pounced on it and removed its head to refine it into a skull bead.

But now, he didn't, and his heart was full of vigilance.

It's not the prey of those female ghosts, they light the fire brightly, and they haven't been torn apart by dawn, either because of luck or extremely high ability.

The latter is more likely, and if it is the former, it is even more terrifying if it is simply lucky.

Either way, you can't help but be tasteless and vigilant.

What's more, the junior brother came here tonight to hunt for food, and he didn't return for a long time, which is even more telling. Presumably, he has been poisoned by the two people in the house.

Hesitate for a moment in front of the window, and the tastelessness is ready to recede. But just as he took a step back, the alarm bell suddenly sounded.

Rumble!

The wall in front of him was directly shattered by a golden light, and in an instant, the golden light arrived in front of him, and Wuwei suddenly clasped his hands.

Then, there was a scream.

The tasteless pair of fleshy palms are full of flesh and blood, leaving only the white bones of Sensen. Despite the twitching of his cheeks in pain, Tasteless still put his hands together and firmly stuck the bronze ancient sword that was constantly buzzing.

This sword is the golden light just now.

The snoring stopped suddenly, Yan Chixia jumped out of the big hole, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and shouted: "What a thief, why are you sneaking outside?"

Although Yan Chixia has a rude appearance, she is a genuine weak scholar, his fame, but he relied on his own ability to get in, so he naturally doesn't need to say much about his literary talent, and he writes well, even the emperor has a lot of appreciation.

As such a scholar, how could he do the unreasonable thing of sleeping and snoring. All this is just to deceive this sneaky thief outside.

I don't have the taste to answer, and I don't have the strength to answer.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Chixia sneered, and her thick arms exerted force, and she pushed forward fiercely.

Tasteless clenched his rotten teeth, his eyes were wide open, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but even so, he still couldn't resist it, and the sword slid on the bones, stabbing into his chest irrepressibly.

"Ahh......h

Tasteless let out a miserable scream, and at the same time, the skull beads on his neck opened his mouth and screamed at the same time, and the forty-two imps living in the skull beads poured out at the same time, letting out a piercing scream, causing a black whirlwind that instantly overturned the wall.

There was a loud bang, and the house began to collapse, and the roof tiles were blown into the sky.

The bronze ancient sword was golden and protected Yan Chixia, and Yan Chixia's expression changed greatly: "Not good, Brother Yang!"

He pulled back and breathed a sigh of relief, and turned and ran away with the black whirlwind, and forty-two imps guarded him and protected him in the middle.

Yan Chixia turned around and didn't find the ghost crying in the ruins, but the tasteless who ran to the door saw the ghost crying.

The ghost cry was right in front of him, outside the gate of the courtyard.

He was covered in wounds, wrapped in strips of cloth, bleeding in some places, and his exposed skin was also burned, and he looked like he was struggling to stand, holding a long knife in his hand, which had not yet been pulled out, and his own breath was also absent.

In the face of such a person, how could Wuwei be afraid, and immediately the two little ghosts opened the way and rushed forward.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of "brush", the sound was extremely subtle, and the two little ghosts didn't even have time to scream, and the demon qi on their bodies was all shattered and disappeared in an instant.

Without evil thoughts, ghost crying is still a ghost nemesis.

Before Tasteless could recover his senses, he heard a "click", the knife was back in its sheath, and then, he saw Ghost Cry leaning down, looking up at him, and his jaw almost poked to the ground.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange posture, but even if it was only the first time he saw it, he felt the threat in it for the first time. Hurriedly rode the whirlwind to throw himself high, ready to fly over the head of Ghost Cry, and the next moment, he was scared to death.

A long knife instantly shattered the demonic energy of the three little ghosts, and then it was so easy to get in front of Wuwei.

"Ahh

Bang bang bang!!

One man and two broken legs fell almost simultaneously and fell heavily into the muddy snow in the courtyard.

Yan Chixia hurriedly came and helped the ghost cry: "Brother Yang, are you okay, why are you so reckless, and your body is so seriously injured, don't do it!"

While complaining at length, he tore off the hem of his clothes and helped Ghost Cry re-bandage the cracked wound.

However, the cracked wound was hastily treated, but Yan Chixia found that Ghost Cry seemed to have been losing her mind, as if she was thinking about something.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang?"

After screaming a few times in a row, the ghost cried and came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing. Ghost Cry shook his head: "I was just thinking, I jumped a little lighter just now, and the knife didn't swing fast enough." ”

Yan Chixia: "......"

That kind of knife is not fast enough, how fast it is, Yan Chixia is a little unimaginable.