Yang Zimei nodded and took out the small iron tower.
The small iron tower is indeed a super -poisonous super container. Some corpse poisons that were scattered in the air were quickly gathered by it.
Yu Zhenzi gave the cinnabar cinnabar to that thing, sealed a few spells, took out the corpse stick, and thought of words in his mouth.
The fraudulent corpse began to listen to the order, followed Yu Zhenzi's step mechanically ... [
Yuqing wrapped the broken arm on the ground with a large plastic bag, and cleaned the corpse poison here with the small iron tower to catch up with the cleaning Yang Zimei.
Come to a relatively remote deep valley ...
Yu Qing let Yang Zi's eyebrows ignite the Samadhi True fire, completely burned that thing, and let the small iron tower continuously take drugs ...
Nympho
It's dawn!
The sun came out of the east lazily, illuminating the entire land.
Yang Zimei and others have dealt with things, return to Yuecun, say what the corpse changes, and tell them to let the people in their village, do not bury the corpse in the place suitable for the corpse.
Yue Qing and others were terrified and grateful about what happened last night. They naturally believed in their words.
Yu Qing said goodbye to their family, ready to take Yang Zimei to the small broken temple on the nearby mountain for a few days, collecting the swimming soul that escaped from the gathered mirror near the soul mirror.
When I heard Yang Zi's eyebrows leaving, Yue Tiantian was unhappy.
He died with a small mouth and pulled Yang Zi's eyebrows and refused to let go. "Sister, don't go, okay? Live in my house, okay?"
Yang Zimei reached out and touched his hair, and said with a smile: "My sister is just a guest of every day, I can't stay for a long time, and my sister still has things to do, every day, good at home and obedient."
Yue Tiantian blinked his big eyes and asked: "Sister, do you go with the old fairy to catch ghosts? Otherwise, take me? I also want to be a ghost Sun Wukong."
"Hehe, it's still small every day." Yang Zi smiled, "Wait a lot of time every day."
"Well, wait for every day to grow up, and go to my sister again. Don't forget me when my sister is." Yue Tiantian stretched out his little fingers to hook with Yang Zi's eyebrows.
Yang Zimei grabbed his little finger.
"Hanging on the hook, I don't regret it for a hundred years!"
Yang Zimei suddenly thought of the situation that he promised with Long with the sky that day, and there was a faint sweetness on his face.
As soon as Yuqing and others stepped out of the door, Yue Tiantian's grandfather Yue Feng stopped them at the back, "Taoist Chief, Wait, etc.!" [
Yu Qing stopped and looked back in doubt.
Yue Feng was holding a very delicate small box in his hand.
From the perspective of appearance, this small box is made of Japanese-this process.
"Taoist, this is left by the father first. I don't know if it will be related to this witchcraft this time. Please see it." Yue Fengdao.
Yu Qing picked up the small box and looked closely. It was found that there was a pentagram pattern at the bottom of the box. Then opened it, but the inside was empty.
"Is there something in it?" Yu Qing asked.
Yue Feng shook his head, "During his life, I saw him very precious about this box. From time to time, I did n’t know what contained it, but after he died, I was curious to open it and found that it was empty. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Knowing what it means, today I have been thinking, maybe the grave of the first father was day-to-get on witchcraft, not only revenge, but there may be other reasons.
Yu Qing's pupils sinking slightly, nodding, "um."
"Thank you."
Yue Feng seemed to let go of his heart.
Yuqing they went on the road again.
"Master, show me." Yang Zimei found that there was a faint material on the box, and he was curious.