Lookout Men and Widows

Chapter 118

The trees on the mountain were swayed back and forth by the wind, and their reflections were mottled. Originally, some insects could be heard at the bottom of the mountain, but they could not be heard at all when they reached the top of the mountain.

The Shayi on You Ming was blown by the dark wind, and the Shayi was like a cloak, flapping behind You Ming.

The hole lamp in Yang Rongbao's hand gave off a very dim light.

Uncle Zheng had already climbed up the tree and found himself an excellent viewing seat.

Yang Rongbao followed You Ming closely, and swallowed: "Brother You...are you sure?"

You Ming only said, "It's better than last time."

Yang Rongbao was taken aback, wondering if he should feel at ease, he wanted to live for a long time, until the end of his life, but he didn't want to die so early.

There was a sound of thunder, and the rain poured down, but this time there was no place to hide from the rain, and Uncle Zheng also slid down from the tree in a hurry.

You Ming and Yang Rongbao were standing in the open space, and they were soaked in water in an instant, but You Ming didn't seem to notice it, his eyes were all on Jiang Yu'an, and Jiang Yu'an seemed to feel it too, he turned his head and met You Ming's gaze. Look at each other.

Even though it was separated by the rain curtain, You Ming felt that he saw the smile on the corner of Jiang Yu'an's mouth.

It was a confident smile, which reassured You Ming a lot, but reassurance did not mean that he was not nervous, and until the last moment, no one knew who would win.

This time You Ming used the blood beads earlier, not as loud as last time. Last time there were countless ghosts and evil spirits. This time there were only ghosts and no evil spirits. The power of the blood beads would gradually weaken with the number of times they were used.

But even so, the number of these ghosts is enough. When tens of thousands of ghosts appeared, You Ming pointed in Jiang Yu'an's direction and said lightly, "Go."

The ghosts floated past, each of them had green faces and fangs, red eyes, thick and sharp teeth, bulging veins on their faces, some were thin and some were thick, but they were all full of yin.

Yang Rongbao didn't come last time, but this time he was so frightened that he almost squatted on his ass.

This is the power of the blood beads?

Yang Rongbao looked at his master blankly.

Uncle Zheng also froze in place, unable to advance or retreat, his eyes staring at the ghosts who had drifted into the battle.

So many ghosts can be used by You Ming...

Tears of envy flowed to his heart.

Why are people so different?

Obviously they are all celestial masters, and all they learn are spells, is it because they have not married a ghost?

Is it too late for him to find one now?He can't do it for men, but it's okay for women.

Besides, he is not married yet, so even if he is married in the shade, it is not counted as bigamy, whether it is in the yang world or the underworld, it doesn't count.

Yuntong and Xiaofeng just arrived at this time, and they went to the underworld among them, and found that the underworld was already empty.

My boss' time as a ghost king is still too short, and he is not as rich as the Sanfang ghost king. The ghosts who followed this time are almost all the ghosts in the entire underworld.

Seeing them coming, Zou Fan frowned and asked, "Why are you here so late?"

Yuntong glanced at Zou Fan with foxy eyes: "I went to the underworld, and I came too late."

Xiaofeng's hair is gone, and now she has a corned head. As long as anyone's hair grows well, she doesn't like anyone. Zou Fan's long hair makes her eyes turn red.

Zou Fan turned his head to look at the opposite ghost who was commanded by the three ghost kings, and said softly, "Be careful."

Today is a tough battle, and no one is sure that they will be able to retreat unscathed. Now, of course, they can only fight to the death.

If they lose, all their ghosts, including Jiang Yu'an, will be eaten away and become the nourishment of the three ghost kings.

But if you win...

Maybe the Ghost Emperor, who hasn't appeared in the past ten thousand years, will appear here.

As for whether there was a ghost emperor ten thousand years ago, no one or ghost knows, after all, no one or ghost lived for tens of thousands of years.

The second thunder fell, and the three ghost kings finally moved.

Thousands of ghosts screamed, all evils cried together, heavy rain fell, and mud and rocks rolled down the cliffs.

Yang Rongbao trembled when he heard the voice, and said beside You Ming with chattering teeth: "You brother, me, what should we do?"

He really didn't have a clue, did he fall into the ghost pile again?

It's okay to deal with one or two, or even hundreds of them, but for the tens of thousands of ghosts, let alone him, even the patriarch will have to work hard.

You Ming had no expression on his face, but his expression was calm. He said, "Hole lanterns can control ghosts. Can you blow them?"

Yang Rongbao looked at the hole lantern in his hand, the whole body of the hole lantern was pure black, and it was covered with countless small holes, which would leak air when he blew it on. He didn't know if he could blow it. Although Yang Rongbao was afraid, he didn't back down. He gritted his teeth and said :"Let me try."

"Blow it." You Ming was about to formulate a formula, "I'll go over."

Yang Rongbao quickly said: "What are you doing in the past?! It's too dangerous! You are here with me!"

You Ming turned his head and smiled at Yang Rongbao: "Don't worry about me, I've made preparations before I come, don't think about anything, blow it off."

Yang Rongbao was in a daze and didn't know what preparations You Ming had made. He picked up the hole lantern, glanced at his master again, and said to Uncle Zheng: "Master, if I die, remember to send me there personally. The ghost gate is closed! Tell the ghost messenger that I died doing good deeds, and I will be a human being in the next life!"

Uncle Zheng was also very emotional: "Don't worry! I will definitely tell the ghost messenger that you will definitely be a young master born with a golden key in your next life! What Ferrari Rolls-Royce, as many as you want!"

Yang Rongbao put the mouthpiece of Kong Deng to his mouth.

You Ming and Uncle Zheng looked at him intently.

Yang Rongbao put down the hole lamp again, and said to Uncle Zheng weepingly: "Master, you can burn more clothes for me when the time comes, and I want to be reincarnated decently..."

Uncle Zheng: "Are you bragging? Are you still bragging? Why do you have so many shits?!"

Yang Rongbao was stunned by the yelling, and felt that he was pitiful, his father didn't love his mother, and his only master didn't love him either.

"I didn't say no." Yang Rongbao muttered in a low voice, and finally blew the hole lantern.

It was wrong to say that it was blown, it was bright, Yang Rongbao closed his eyes, his face was flushed, and it was difficult to take a breath, but the hole lamp was getting brighter and brighter, the hole lamp was not even the size of a football, but the light it emitted was very bright. Let this hilltop be as bright as day.

The brighter it is, the paler the light.

The ghosts led by the three ghost kings moved extremely slowly in this bright light.

This made the gangsters on Jiang Yu'an's side breathe a sigh of relief, the struggle between ghosts and ghosts is different from that of humans.

People can use small things to make big gains, and use the weak to fight the strong, but ghosts can't. Ghosts have no substance, and rely on cultivation.

The heavier the yin qi, the stronger the evil spirit will be.

Weakness can only be eaten away.

More like a beast than a person.

Yuntong opened his bloody mouth wide, and inhaled the ghost standing there, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

Xiaofeng is different, she picks the hair that grows well to deal with, seeing that ghost with fluttering hair, she becomes mad with hatred, she was Qiu Qianchi before, but now she is a braised egg, but she was already ferocious, all thanks to The hair improves the appearance, and now that the hair is gone, it is better than the end of the world for Xiaofeng who loves beauty.

"Too much." Yuntong stopped, and he stood beside Xiaofeng, gritted his teeth and asked, "How are you?"

Xiaofeng: "What else can I do? Hold on."

Even if this white light slows down the ghosts on the opposite side, the opposite side has an absolute advantage in numbers.

No matter how slowly the ghosts on my side are consuming, they are still consuming.

Just as Yuntong was about to speak, a golden light flashed by, and all the ghosts closest to the golden light were dissipated, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

Yuntong turned her head in amazement, and what she saw was You Ming who didn't know when she would arrive, and who didn't know when she would walk to the front.

With the blessing of Shayi, the power of the ordinary evil spells greatly increased. You Ming squeezed the formula and chanted the spell, and golden lights fell one after another, like lightning with the momentum of thunder.

The Shayi on You Ming's body was blown up by the wind, revealing his long legs that had just been covered. You Ming wore long-sleeved trousers inside the Shayi. He was dressed in black, and the Shayi was dark red. If it weren't for the current white light , he can hide in the darkness almost perfectly.

Just when Yun Tong was in a daze, You Ming suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly: "Why are you in a daze?!"

Only then did Yun Tong and the ghosts beside him realize that they were not worried that the golden light from You Ming would fall on them.

With the blessing of white light and various curses, Yuntong and the others have never felt so relaxed.

It seems that they are not dealing with ghosts who are similar to or stronger than themselves, but ordinary ghosts who are weak and vulnerable.

You Ming changed his tactic.

The power of the Fumojue is greater than all the evil spells. This demon refers to demons and ghosts, not only demons. When the Fumojue is released, a black hurricane sweeps in, and the ghosts caught in the wind disappear instantly.

This was the first time You Ming used Shayi, and he was overwhelmed by the power of Shayi.

Ordinary spells can exert such great power, what if it is a stronger spell?

You Ming walked forward step by step, Yuntong and the others had already cleared the way for him.

The ghosts behind also rushed up one after another.

Before You Ming took a step, the hurricane moved forward a few meters, as if forming a wall of wind. You Ming and the others could move forward, but the ghosts on the opposite side could only retreat. Anyone who dared to rush over was crushed by the hurricane.

You Ming squeezed his hands and looked at where Jiang Yu'an was.

This time it was not in the air, but on flat ground. The already huge body of the Sanfang Ghost King became even bigger and stronger.

Jiang Yu'an held the long knife in his hand and chopped off the head of one of the ghost kings.

But the ghost king didn't lose his mind so easily.

That head turned into black ashes on the ground, and a new brain reappeared on the ghost king's head.

It bared its teeth and cracked its eyes, fiercely slashing at Jiang Yu'an.

There has always been a balance between ghost kings, and now a ghost king stronger than them has appeared out of nowhere, they must work together to eat up this new ghost king, otherwise once this new ghost king grows up...

Are they willing to be nourishment?

Seeing Jiang Yu'an's hard work in parrying, You Ming suddenly put down his hand formula and ran towards where Jiang Yu'an was.

Jiang Yu'an saw You Ming from the corner of his eye, and shouted, "Don't come over!"

You Ming took off the Sha Yi, and threw it at Jiang Yu'an: "Put it on!"

The author has something to say: small theater, three ghost kings: "Who is this person? What are you doing?"

You Ming: "Leave me alone, deliver the courier."