The young lady has golden fingers

Chapter 1555 The Final Battle (6)

"Today is Ghost Day, the night when the gates of hell are wide open. If the black robe wants to take advantage of this opportunity to recruit the soul of the female charmer in red, he must open the altar. At that time, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts will be attracted."

Rong Qingchen analyzed it carefully.

"At that time, we only need to see where those lonely souls and wild ghosts are pouring in, and follow them!"

This is the most convenient way now, if you look around like headless chickens, it will be futile.

Long Yan nodded in agreement.

Then he slowly rubbed the ring on his ring finger, casually took out a bottle of pills, and stuffed a few pills into his mouth.

"Fuck! Where did you get the holy medicine for healing?" Rong Qingchen looked at Long Yan pouring several pills into his mouth at once with distress, and then had a look of "you beast, waste everything".

"It's in Xiaoyuan'er's ring. I spent time sorting out the things in Xiaoyuan'er's ring a few days ago, and found it by accident."

Long Yan said lightly.

Rong Qingchen beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Why didn't I have such good luck to meet a little witch like God Jiuyuan?"

Then he thought about it carefully, he met the little witch Di Jiuyuan and was almost killed!

never mind!

"I don't want to meet a little witch like God Jiuyuan, but I just want to get her little ring!"

Di Jiuyuan, the little witch, had a high status in the Di family before, and she picked out almost all the good things first. There must be a lot of good things in her ring!

Thinking about it, Rong Qingchen pulled Long Yan's right hand.

He stared intently at the ring.

"Why don't you lend me your ring to play for two days?" Rong Qingchen said meanly.

As soon as the voice fell, I only felt that there seemed to be a shadow above my head.

Rong Qingchen raised his head slowly, only to see the white-haired Momei holding a rabbit standing beside him, his tall body almost completely covering his entire body.

Rong Qingchen: "..."

What crime did he do?

I didn't dare to move at all, and suddenly felt that my whole body was stiff!

The white-haired Momei didn't focus on Rong Qingchen, but quietly stared at the ring on Long Yan's finger with a pair of ignorant vertical pupils, as if sensing a familiar aura.

Rong Qingchen looked at the white-haired demon without moving, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Long Yan didn't move either.

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired Momei held the rabbit in her arms with one hand, and then slowly stretched out the other hand...

Slowly, slowly, he poked the ring on Long Yan's finger with his long nails.

Tilt your head.

The vertical pupil turned mechanically.

Rong Qingchen: "...I think he's acting cute."

Holding a rabbit in his arms, and tilting his head to kill, this style of painting is a bit unbearable!
Long Yan just said flatly, "He's cute and capable, you can buy it."

Rong Qingchen shook her head.

Can't afford it can't afford it!

Long Yan and Rong Qingchen sat at the stone table and waited until almost midnight.

The air in the garden began to become more viscous, and the sticky stuff in the air was like diluted blood, which smeared on people's faces, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Then one after another, graceful black shadows began to appear in the garden, from far to near.

That is……

Ghosts one by one!
From far to near, fluttering, all of them are in the shape of tragic death.

After Rong Qingchen saw it, he felt a little sick in his heart.

And those horrible looking ghosts didn't seem to dare to get close to Long Yan and the others, but wandered around far away.

Yin and evil things know how to bully the weak and fear the hard, knowing what can be messed with and what can't be messed with.

Seeing a high-level psychic, he ran away in a hurry.

But the places where they fled seem to be the same!
After observing the direction of those wandering ghosts, Long Yan suddenly stood up, "Let's go!"

……

at the foot of the mountain.

A pair of extremely beautiful crystal coffins stood vertically.

Inside the coffin, the exquisite female charm in red stood quietly with her eyes closed, looking serene through the lid of the crystal coffin.

Nineteen steps southwest of the crystal coffin, there is a huge pile of firewood and a cross.

Yan Jiu was tied to the cross, right in the middle of the firewood pile.

The man in black robe stood in front of the crystal coffin, gently rubbed his fingers on the coffin lid, his eyes were hot and affectionate.

"An'er, soon, we will meet again!"

When he said this, there was madness in his eyes.

Immediately, he turned around, and there was a burning yellow charm on his fingertips.

The black-robed man threw the burning charm into the firewood pile, and in the blink of an eye, a raging fire burst out!
A charm was pasted on Yan Jiu's forehead, and even the entire cross was covered with charms.

When the raging fire was burning, she was still in a coma, and the sudden transfer of the bloody iris made her body unable to bear it at all!

Yan Jiu's first reaction when he was conscious was heat!
Immediately afterwards, there was pain!

The feeling of being burned by the tongue of fire made her eyes widen instantly from her sleepy eyes!

Lying in a big slot!
This pervert in black robe actually roasted her with fire! !

The little devil narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly.

What is completely different from before is the cruelty and evil that flowed out of this slightly squinted eyes!

Unlike the eccentric little devil Yan Jiu after losing all his abilities and memories, he looks like a little princess who can call wind and rain and is pampered by heaven!

It's a pity that the man in black robe was concentrating on chanting without realizing it.

In front of the crystal coffin was a soul-inducing grass, and the black-robed man stood in front of the coffin. After cutting his index finger, he used blood as ink in front of the crystal coffin, and wrote ancient characters unique to psychics on the coffin lid. , while chanting mantras.

Others may seem to have no effort, but only the psychic knows that doing such rituals consumes life and energy!You must hold your breath and concentrate, otherwise, you will only provoke backlash!

Therefore, the black robe who was so concentrated did not notice that the little devil tied to the cross almost effortlessly took out the blade and cut off the rope tied around his wrist.

Then he tore off the spell on his forehead casually, put it in front of his eyes and glanced at it.

He smiled contemptuously.

"It's just such a small skill, and it's embarrassing to show it?"

The little devil casually squeezed his fingertips, and a black iris flower instantly bloomed at the fingertips.She sat on the fire, letting the flames rise, but she couldn't get close to her, looking very relaxed.

The black-robed man was originally immersed in his own affairs, but when he heard the voice coming from behind, he didn't react at first.

After he reacted, he turned around, and saw the girl shaking her legs boredly, with a leisurely and carefree appearance!
(End of this chapter)