Both of them made ruthless moves, and they were trying to kill each other. There was no glory and mystery of the "fighting" in the TV series, only the gust of the gust of the gust of the wind.

The thick chains in the room were affected by the rich and gloomy aura, and the dingdong shaking. A strange aura flowed along the chains and gathered in front of the white jade coffin, as if it was accelerating the awakening of the extremely Yin ghost lying in Guanzhong.

Yu Xing paid attention to the location of himself and the white jade coffin, and wrapped the coffin with black mist to block the power from the chain, but he was slightly eroded and felt a little uncomfortable. He simply sat on the coffin and watched the duel of dog biting dogs.

Master Wanban held a volume of blood-word scriptures in his hand, flipping through the pages of the book, and blood filled the air. Several blurred translucent ghosts flew out of the pages, and the air was suddenly filled with resentment that almost turned into substance.

They were clearly not physical, but their bodies were wet, as if they had just crawled out of the bottom of the water, and the viscous liquid dripped on the ground, emitting a fishy smell.

The scriptures composed of blood are engraved on the ghost's twisted face. As soon as they come out, they follow the thoughts of all masters and pounce on Jiang Po with their teeth and claws.

Master Wanban himself held the scriptures in one hand and a knife in the other hand, and cut a knife on the back of his hand that had already shown a slack and old look. Blood flowed out of the wound, but did not fall down.

He stared at Jiang Po in a vicious manner, and suddenly took out a human skin the size of a palm from his arms. The blood on his back moved with his pull. He used his fingers to write Jiang Po’s birthday and horoscope on the human skin!

"The dead man with the extreme fate is very yin, haha, Zhang Dequan, you have to do everything that damages Yinde!" Jiang Po knew that Master Wanban wanted to curse her with this object. He was angry and a little afraid. His figure was illusory for a moment. He used the flexibility of his young body to block the entanglement of those ghosts with one person's strength. The talisman at the fingertips flew, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost who was closest to him was scattered.

Master Wanban's lips opened and closed silently, focused on his fingertips, and did not argue with Jiang Po anymore, as if he was writing and calculating something.

Yu Xing listened carefully and found that the other party was indeed calculating the numbers, because Jiang Po had already worn Alan's skin, and to some extent, he was reborn and regained his youth. The role that her original birth date and horoscope could achieve was naturally greatly reduced!

If you want to accurately capture the eight characters pointed to by Jiang Po and Alan after "merging into one", you must be close enough to observe the changes in Jiang Po's life around you with your own eyes, otherwise there will be a mistake.

This is why Master Wanban did not write down the media of the eight characters on the human skin in advance, but instead started writing in the last chapter after facing Jiang Po!

Jiang Po felt the shock of her life. She sneered, avoiding the entanglement of ghosts, waved her arms, and shadow puppets with the size of babies as big as forearms popped up from her sleeves.

Their colors are obscure, their slender arms cover half of their faces, and their slender smiles and bright red lips are revealed in the gaps of their fingers. Thick laughter suddenly appears in the air.

Just like being controlled by invisible hands, the shadow puppet stood thinly but swayed on its own, swaying left and right to dance weird dances. The black eyeballs in their eyes, like ink dots, rolled around, and finally pointed to the position of the Master Wanbian!

The people on the shadow puppets became brighter, and even their breath seemed to be alive. They spoke in one go. The voices that were originally the same began to differentiate. There were men and women, old and young, all of which were consistent with their respective images.

These sounds are combined high or low, and asked in a slight tone:

"Play the stage, look at the shadow, oh, who are you?"

One of the male shadow puppets with blue cloth painted a blue cloth arched up exaggeratedly, took a sip of the pipe that was growing on his hands, and a faint smoke actually floated out.

It replied: "I, I! My wife's merchant who died in the east of the village!"

The old woman in a long dark blue dress had her hands on her waist and replied viciously: "I, I! I tied up the crutched woman with a rope, and I can't escape!"

The girl's shadow puppet in a light-colored dress wiped off the blood in her eyes and cried: "I, I! I'm blind and my heart broke up with my family. I was sold into the mountains by my own son. I was a bride. I gave birth to a baby and tied up a dog!"

Each shadow puppet has its own story, some are involved and some are independent. They cry or laugh, and after saying the lyrics, they dance together and pose in various exaggerated postures.

Before I knew it, one more person appeared in the shadow puppet, which was an old man in a decent robe and full of energy.

Its hairstyle, face and clothes were exactly the same as Master Wanban at this time. When Master Wanban saw it, he immediately directed the remaining ghosts to attack it, but they were all blocked by Jiang Po.

The old man's shadow puppet walked slowly to the front, and the other shadow puppets surrounded him and asked in unison: "Oh, who are you?"

It replied: "My, me!"

As soon as the voice that was still the same as that of the master, the man and his shadow puppet appeared, there seemed to be some invisible connection. It sang: "The evil sage, who is unkind and unrighteous, only recognizes money and has no virtue. The deception becomes a disaster and attacks a god in the nurture river!"

The color on its face quickly faded away, as if water stains were leaching, and large patches of blood were stained with decent clothes, and the shadow puppet looked painful: "Ah! The evil man was taken away by heaven, and the retribution ended! Death, death!"

At the same time, bloody mouths were cracked on the body of the master, and blood clots with flesh fell off from him, defiling the expensive clothes and fabrics.

His face twitched, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or because he was using his spirit to fight against this strange attack, but Jiang Po's figure reflected in his turbid eyes. The looming fate was clearly visible at a certain moment. His eyeball suddenly exploded, but he laughed.

"That's it, it's it!"

The fingers stained with blood wrote down the last stroke of the complete birth date. The evil storm surged. The masters held the human skin and closed their hands. The filthy and dark aura instantly soaked it.

Jiang Po, who was flexible in action, suddenly became stiff, and his life seemed to be quickly pulled away. Every joint was as difficult as a corpse, and his internal organs began to rot. The ghosts took the opportunity to wrap around and swallowed Jiang Po's spirit and vitality.

Both of them used the killer move at the bottom of the box, which was strange and invisible, and it was difficult to prevent. Both of them were hit. One was turning into a dead body, and the other was rotting from the skin, almost fighting for whom to die first.

After all, Master Wan Ban cherished his life and turned his head to look at Yu Xing, who was sitting on the coffin watching the show, "The snipe and clam fight, the fisherman gains benefits. Why don't you take action now and remove me both?"

He would say this, and naturally he had a backup plan. As long as Yu Xing intervened, he would be quite sure that he would ask the shadow puppet to reverse the curse on his body.

He didn't even use words to induce it because he believed that such a good opportunity was once a lifetime, and Yu Xing had no reason not to take action.

Jiang Po also slowly turned her head slowly and said with a harsh voice: "A nest of snakes and rats..."

But Yu Xing, who was sitting on the coffin, still had an enthusiastic expression of watching the show and was motionless.

Jiang Po and Master Wanpan's heart beat at the same time. The latter waved his arm that was so festered that he could see the bones. Yu Xing and the white jade coffin under his butt immediately dissipated like smoke.

Master Wanban's face changed drastically - what was left here was just an illusion.
Chapter completed!