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Chapter 71 Let’s drink the little radish
Huang Xikong took a Yin Judgment Talisman, and quickly sucked in the surrounding Yin Qi. After eating a full meal, his appearance returned to normal.

When he had time, he replied, "It's not me, that Taoist chopped up a few blood corpses with the Thunder Talisman."

Wanwan let out a long cry.

Huang Xikong always felt that her word "oh" was too cadenced and full of sarcasm.

But he has no proof.

"The great monk and the Taoist entered the room at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor. There was a woman screaming in the room just now, but I always felt that room was dangerous."

Huang Xikong was a little hesitant to go in.

Wanwan was a little surprised. Huang Xikong is a thousand-year-old ghost, and there are really not many things that can make him feel dangerous and afraid.

"If you think it's dangerous, come back if you don't want to go in."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan who was eager to try at his feet, and asked Huang Xikong, "Are there a lot of blood corpses inside? Can we deal with it?"

Huang Xikong looked back at the open door at the end of the corridor, and left the 19th floor.

When he appeared in front of Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai, he let out a long breath.

"This building is very strange. I didn't go above the 20th floor, but below the 20th floor, only the door at the end of the corridor on the 19th floor was open, and the blood corpses all went to that house. I don't know why. Clearly, how the blood corpse was formed, I have not figured it out either."

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but sigh, did he really want to go in?

Wanwan knelt down to tie her shoelaces: "Then I'll go in."

"me and you together."

Xia Zhihuai hooked her fingers around the hat behind her, narrowing his eyes slightly on his handsome face.

"You can't go in alone."

Wanwan tugged at the hem of her hoodie, and said unconvinced: "You can't go in, brother, you will hinder you."

Xia Zhihuai pinched her fleshy cheeks: "You're only so old, you just rush forward with your head depressed when you encounter danger!"

Huang Xikong looked at Xia Zhihuai from top to bottom: "You really can't go in, I'll take her in."

Xia Zhihuai: "I'm not worried."

Huang Xikong: "The purpose of your going is to hold us back."

When one person and one ghost confront Maimang, no one can understand each other.

Xia Zhihuai looked away first, and asked worriedly: "Wanwan, do you have to go in?"

Wanwan twisted her waist and stretched her legs: "I'm going."

She can make Wraith cry.

As long as my brother doesn't follow to get in the way.

Xia Zhihuai gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I'll find a Taoist temple to get started when I get back."

Wanwan knew that this meant that she was allowed to go in.

Xia Zhihuai watched the stubby Wanwan and the faceless Huang Xikong enter the building.

It was inevitable that people would stop them in the middle, but with Huang Xikong sweeping from the side and Xia Zhihuai helping to explain, they managed to get in smoothly.

The elevator can't take it.

Letting Wanwan climb up to the nineteenth floor with a short leg was a bit too much torture.

Huang Xikong was just about to lift her up the stairs, but she took out a small notebook from her pocket, took a pen and drew ghost pictures on it, tore it off, and pasted the talisman on her body.

Huang Xikong was puzzled: "What are you doing? Could it be possible to send you to the 19th floor?"

Is there really a teleportation talisman in this world?

After Wanwan pasted the talisman, she said strangely, "No, but the thousand-mile talisman can speed up the speed."

How fast can it be?

Huang Xikong was only a little bit curious in his heart.

Before he could ask, Wan Wan's figure disappeared from his eyes.

Huang Xikong glanced at the stairwell, looked up at Wanwan who appeared at the top of the stairs on the 5th floor, and slowly said an indecent word: Gan!

"You wait for me."

Huang Xikong was afraid of losing him, so he immediately chased after him.

Wanwan soon reached the nineteenth floor. Looking at the bloody corpse lying on the ground and unable to move, there was no trace of panic on her immature face. She just pursed her mouth and slowly pulled out her peach tree. sword.

Huang Xikong came after him, looked at the mahogany sword in her hand, and retreated three points automatically.

This mahogany sword left a deep impression on him, until now he couldn't figure out where the little guy got such a powerful magical weapon!

"Little one, are you okay?" Wanwan nodded calmly and said with a serious face: "Little friend, you can't say no!"

The corner of Huang Xikong's mouth twitched: "Where did you learn such words?"

A good child was taught to be like this, Xia Zhihuai really deserved to be beaten.

"Then let's go in. If you can't fight, you must tell me, and I will take you away."

Wanwan turned her head and looked at him for two seconds.

Huang Xikong didn't know, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wanwan: "You can't outrun me."

She has a thousand-mile talisman.

Uncle Li Gui didn't catch up with her when she went up the stairs.

Huang Xikong: ヽ(._°)ノ

This child owes him the same debt as Xia Zhihuai.

"forget it."

"Little radish spirit, let's go!"

Huang Xikong tapped her on the back of the head with his hand, and another puff of white smoke came out from his fingertips.

Wan Wan kicked him, but unfortunately it was in vain.

However, she didn't care about it, she carried her own big sword and rushed forward with arrogance.

Huang Xikong followed her not far behind with a blank expression, trying to pull her back immediately in case of danger.

……

Wanwan was like an inexhaustible torch amidst the viscous yin and ghost energy.

The filthy atmosphere around her avoided it on her own as she moved forward.

It was exactly the same as when she was in the ghost that day.

Huang Xikong had to admit that this little guy was truly loved by the heavens, and maybe he really was the reincarnation of a little fairy.

Wanwan jumped over the blood corpse and stopped at the door of 1901.

It was very quiet inside.

Huang Xikong crossed the threshold with her, his eyes were only dark for a while, and then the faint light came on.

They are standing in a house with three bedrooms and two halls.

Huang Xikong remained calm, Wanwan held the mahogany sword, and did not look around at all.

"Is this the ghost of the Wraith?"

Wanwan shook her head: "Wraith spirits are powerful, but they can't create ghosts."

"Then what's the matter?"

Wanwan pondered: "Maybe I used tools as an aid to create an illusion."

As the Master said, resentful spirits are different from ghosts.

Ghosts have space and can create ghosts.

But Wraith can't.

This is also one of their differences.

"What tools can help create illusions?"

Wanwan hesitated for a few seconds: "That's too much."

"Such as phantom beasts, phantom beast pills, sea monster pills, and fox demon pills, astronomical mirrors and earth mirrors, Ximu Qingfang tripod... these are actually all possible, there are quite a lot of things that can create illusions, Not a good guess."

As an ignorant and ignorant thousand-year-old ghost, Huang Xikong chose to shut up.

He had never heard of the above things from his life to his death.

Wanwan didn't feel any danger in this illusionary realm, so she took out a stack of talisman papers and threw them out.

The entire bright and quiet room instantly shattered into pieces, and the surrounding cold wind swished on his face.

A man was lying on the floor in front of Wanwan. He was wearing a white shirt, but it was now stained red with blood. There was a hole in his chest.

stranger.

Wanwan looked away after two glances, and turned to stare at the bedroom whose door was scratched by the blood corpse, and the old lady whose throat was bitten on the ground.

(End of this chapter)