"The mortal ghost?"

After listening to Nie Xiaoqian's explanation, Chen Yuci looked at the epidemic with great interest.》

After fighting with the mountain ghosts, she no longer had fear of these little ghosts. She was just the ugly and filthy evil of the epidemic ghost, which made her frown.

Perhaps because of the smell of the blood and blood of Chen Yuci, the plague ghost suddenly struggled again.

The struggle was so fierce that the thorn vines that bound their ankles and claws broke one by one.

However, Nie Xiaoqian immediately replenished the wood energy, and the broken thorn vines grew out in a blink of an eye, stumbled on layers.

So although the plague ghost rushed out fiercely and even the thorn cage was deformed, it was just deformed and could not escape.

Chen Yuci observed the plague ghost for a long time, but when he thought of something, he suddenly walked to Nie Xiaoqian and said with a smile: "Sister, it turns out that you are still a master who can catch ghosts."

Then she didn't wait for Nie Xiaoqian to answer, and said to herself: "You don't recognize your god, the mage is always real, look, you have all the ghosts caught by you?"

Nie Xiaoqian coughed and said, "You know a little spell and happened to catch a ghost. Could it be a mage?"

Chen Yuci nodded and replied, "When I was a child, I thought about the question of seeking immortals. I just didn't know which direction the gate of the immortals was opened. I had no way to find it. In the end, I could only change it to practice martial arts, and became the current martial arts master. At first glance, I thought it was a tomboy with developed limbs and simple minds, but it was really not as good as a female mage."

Nie Xiaoqian smiled and said, "Miss Martial Artsman, you are thinking too much."

The two discussed the similarities and differences between female martial artists and female mages, and Chen Yuci gave up and asked, "By the way, sister, what should I do with this ghost?"

Nie Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said, "That's it. When the sun comes out, it will be purified."

The plague ghost is dirty and filthy. Clever and vicious.

If she hadn't accidentally discovered and stopped the evil deeds of the epidemic ghosts, the hundreds of refugees who lived in Gu Niang Temple would probably have been infected with a plague and died of death in a few days because they drank the filthy well water. Moreover, the final death was definitely far more than these hundreds or thousands of refugees.

Because this is a plague. It is contagious.

The refugee houses have no fixed place and are extremely mobile, so it is easy to spread the plague.

At that time, one will be passed through ten, ten will be passed through hundreds, and hundreds will be passed through thousands. No one knows how many people will die in the end.

Even his companions can be killed at will. Nie Xiaoqian can't think of any reason to spare it and never die.

The plague ghost seemed to know that he was more than enough to die. After struggling for a long time, he accepted his fate and stared at Nie Xiaoqian, panting.

The moon sets and the stars sink, and the golden crow rises in the east.

The golden light spread across the earth and shone on the side yard. The plague ghost was like wax figures in a fierce fire, melting, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a pool of fishy pus.

Nie Xiaoqian came out of the well and washed the pus out of the hospital. Before noon, the violent sunlight evaporated completely.

After eliminating the epidemic ghost, Nie Xiaoqian did not relax and even left the side hospital half a step away.

She could not believe what the epidemic ghost said, but people were good at dying. Birds were sad when they were about to die. Perhaps what the epidemic ghost said was not completely false.

Those two plague ghosts came to the temple to poison. If they were really ordered by the city god of our county, would there be any future troubles?

Under the seat of the City God, there are countless civil and military judges on the left and right, four major underworld officials, eight major yakshas, ​​and countless little ghosts.

There are countless little ghosts, Nie Xiaoqian knows that countless are exaggerated techniques like powerful generals and strategists. But even if it is exaggerated, it is impossible to have only a few, at least dozens of them.

What she destroyed was only two of the countless little ghosts. If she couldn't win, even if the City God didn't send the judge Yinsi and Yasha, it was just a little ghost. It wouldn't work if she sent two, the four, eight, and sixteen...

She Nie Xiaoqian knew a few small spells, and wood energy was the source of spells.

Without the wood energy, she is a female martial artist like Chen Yuci. She can fly, pass through walls, and is difficult to kill.

As Nie Xiaoqian thought, the sun set and the moon rose, and the moon climbed up to the treetops.

She was worried that a little devil would come to her again, so she used a small method and slept with Chen Yuci, who was planning to watch the night with her in one breath.

Although Chen Yuci is very good at martial arts and first-class swordsmanship, he does not understand magic and is no different from ordinary people in front of ghosts. In other words, he has a little more vigorous qi and blood, which is not enough to deal with ghosts. Hiding aside is the best way to do it.

The moonlight at night is so bright that it looks like a veil, and you can touch it with your hands.

Instead of practicing the "Taiyin Shape Refining Method", Nie Xiaoqian brought a shorter table and splashed ink beside the well.

After the end of "The Legend of White Snake", it has been half a year since then. But nowadays, droughts and hunger are everywhere, which is not the time to write novels.

Although most people who buy her novels to read are not affected much by the drought.

It is as described in that poem: the red sun is as sluggish as fire, the wild fields are half-baked and scorched. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and Gongsun shake the fan.

Those who have the ability to buy and have time to read her novels are usually young ladies who "shake the fan". They will not be poor people who suffer from drought and have no food to eat.

But Nie Xiaoqian's thoughts at this time did not focus on the words in her pen. Instead, she completely calmed her floating state of mind through writing, so that she could see all directions and wait for the threat that might come.

The silver moon shines like water.

In the quiet and cold side courtyard, in front of the short side, Nie Xiaoqian sat like a mountain, with a sword standing beside her.

Her wrist turned, her pen was swinging, and she could hear the rustling sound of the white paper from time to time.

The first update is the man, the second update is the gong, the third update is the ghost, and the fourth update is the thief.

Before we knew it, the moon was in the third day.

Suddenly, a wind blew in the yard.

The autumn wind with a fishy storm swept by, blowing a stream of dust and charming eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian stopped his wrist and put his pen down, and listened intently.

The next moment, in the sad autumn wind, she felt a strange strong wind coming from behind.

The situation was suddenly and dangerous, and she didn't even have time to look back and take a look, so she had to move and flash into the air at the critical moment.

Click!

With a crisp sound, a sharp black steel fork pierced the low-ends in pieces, and the castration continued, and it pierced through the hard and thick bluestone slab.

The pen and inkstone on the short table rolled down the ground, and the black spots and white paper were like yellow butterflies, walking with the wind.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was floating in the air, had just stabilized her body. A black shadow flashed in front of her, with green face and fangs, thorny scales all over her body, and a winged rib. A yaksha about two feet high appeared in the air, raising the fork and pounced on her with a grim smile.

“Too fast!”

A thought flashed through Nie Xiaoqian's mind. The steel fork had pierced the air and made a scream. It was so fierce that she could not even pinch the magic formula and recite the magic spell. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!