Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 84 Wilderness Ghost [6]

Zhuge Canglan's complexion is not very good, the sky is full of heavy resentment, like an invisible hand, grabbing a person's throat, able to choke you.

Chenkong fumbled from his sleeve for a while, finally took out a crumpled talisman, silently recited a few inaudible incantations, and handed it to Zhuge Canglan.

"Little benefactor, take this..."

Zhuge Canglan glanced at him, not doubting that he was there, and took it over.

Holding it in my hand, after a while, I felt that suffocation was much better. Although I could still feel a strong resentment, but... those resentments seemed to be only floating around her and could not get close.

Zhuge Canglan heaved a sigh of relief, folded the talisman and put it in his bosom.

"Thanks……"

Chenkong smiled happily: "Little benefactor is too polite, you and the poor monk are friends."

Zhuge Canglan pursed his lips and smiled, having such a money-greedy monk friend is actually...not bad.

Not long after, the fog gradually increased, and the sound of swishing could be heard from time to time.

A gust of wind blew over, and Zhuge Canglan heard the smell of rotting corpses.

In the surrounding white mist, you can vaguely see ghost fires in twos and threes.

It was dark green, swaying and approaching them.

Zhuge Canglan twisted his neck and moved his wrist.

Try to mobilize the spiritual power in your body, as long as you don't overload it, there seems to be no problem.

Those swaying will-o'-the-wisps seemed to be light and weightless at first, blowing with the wind just like the mist.

But when he was four or five meters away from Zhuge Canglan, he launched an attack in an instant, tangled together, and shot towards him like bullets out of the chamber.

When a group of green will-o'-the-wisps approached~, Zhuge Canglan slapped them out with his palm, and before they could get close, he chopped those lonely souls to death with his palm.

Those green will-o'-the-wisps are actually wronged souls, because they have too much resentment, can't reincarnate like that, and are unwilling to die like that, so they don't go to hell, drifting in the place where they died, and become lonely souls without a master over time.

Chen Kong clasped his hands together and said a good sentence: "Actually...these should all be victims."

Although I don't know where it is, but the resentment is so great, it is obviously not something that can be formed overnight.

Zhuge Canglan slapped another palm, knocking out the ghosts of the Li Gui who was close to him.

"Poor people must have something to hate, so what about the victims, it's because they can't stand the temptation, they don't have the ability to take revenge, and they can't blame others."

The most abominable thing is that he died unjustly, and after he died, he had to drag others along.

Chen Kong sighed and said Shan Zai again.

Good, good, the Buddha is above, it is not that the disciple does not stop the little benefactor from killing, it is indeed... This is the disciple's gold~ Lord!

After Zhuge Canglan killed nearly dozens of wronged souls, the Hongluo sedan chair finally stopped.

The female ghost's charming, charming, lingering, and lingering female voice sounded: "The two benefactors have worked hard all the way, please get off the sedan chair..."

Zhuge Canglan and Chen Kong came down at the same time.

The scene in front of her surprised her a little.

Everywhere I looked, there was a peach blossom, and the night wind blew, and the peach blossoms flew around.

There is a pavilion in the sea of ​​flowers, the corners of the eaves are full of bells, tinkling, and the surrounding mist is lingering.

The maidservants standing under the tree all looked like immortals...

If one ignores the rotten air hidden in the fragrance of flowers, this place can really be regarded as a fairyland on earth, but it's a pity...

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(End of this chapter)