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The dream ‘he’, or altar master, lived near Huang Dagen's tomb for about 10 years. The imaginary senior tall man never showed up, but the spiritual ghost was almost mature. ‘He’ is so happy - it looks like the tall man doesn't care about the spirit ghost and the spiritual treasure land!

After this time, when the spiritual ghost matures, he can take it out!

Perhaps Rohin Neighborhood is a blessing to him.

In the twelfth year of living here, 'he’ got another immature spirit ghost. What a blessing!

It makes him happy!

In time, when these two spiritual ghosts mature, even if ‘his’ ‘ghost door exorcist' is not perfect, the special abilities of spiritual ghosts alone can push his realm into another great realm and extend his life!

Then he did something that made him regret his whole life!

‘He’ was happy to send the newly acquired spirit ghost into Huang Dagen's tomb, and wanted to use this blessing to accelerate the growth of the spirit ghost.

The tragedy arises at this moment... after the second spirit ghost is sent to the grave, it will not come out! At the same time, the seal array arranged by the Spiritual Butterfly Venerable was also issued.

A total of six layers of strong seals emerge, overlapping and overlapping!

If he hadn't run so fast, he would have been directly attacked by the formation method into scum.

Previously, these six seals were in a latent state, and when they were not activated, the altar master could also enter the cemetery to observe the ghosts inside. And now -- he can't even get close to the tomb of Huang Dagen.

And unlike the original Psychic Array, these six sealed arrays are extremely aggressive. There is also a bloodline array method, which will remain open if descendants of high human blood do not set the array.

No wonder the spirit ghost in the ghost lamp temple can't come out after destroying the sleepy spirit formation, so it can't come out at all!

Terrible predecessor, teach him to be human in minutes.

The structure of the six formats is so complex that he cannot solve them at all with his level and strength.

He could only keep his eyes open on the grave.

Day after day, year after year.

Despair, total despair of the world!

Just as he was really ready to give up or fight to shock those six laws... one day, a couple of young men and women arrived in Loxin neighborhood, at the tomb of Huang Dagen.

Something happened, a turnaround!

Am I reading a tragic novel?] Seeing here, Song Shuhang already knew what was going to happen next.

It seems like this altar master is an excellent product. It's rare for a monk to be able to mix like him.

Sure enough, the next thing you know, the young men and women took away the spirit ghost, and the altar master was shocked by the strength shown by Yoko Yu.

Then, suddenly, the dream scene turned and skipped a lot of drama.

“Live? Ha-ha-ha! However, this seat can give you one last chance!” A hegemonic figure looked down at the master of the dream.

That shadowy look made Song Shuhang feel - so ashamed that he wanted to find a sew in it! I feel so ashamed just thinking about it, don't play it again, okay?

At this time, the dream scene turns again!

“Sword! Sword!” The superior figure wields two swords and chops the 'he’ in the dream into several pieces!

“I curse you... I curse you! I will become a ghost and seek your life forever!” ‘He’ screams in the dream!

Hate, hate, hate! I hate you!

Hate how hard your fate is; hate the incompleteness of the ways you get; hate the injustice of the heavens and the earth; especially hate that guy for fooling around with words!

Even the ghosts are born to haunt that guy!

Endless hatred and the curse of ‘he’ before his death awakened Song Shuhang from his dream.

Looking up around, the three roommates slept heavily, the earth waves and the rhythm snoring.

Song Shuhang quietly operated the ‘Psychological Detection Act' of the law station to inspect the area, the dormitory was very quiet, no abnormalities.

“Why would I have such a strange dream? Is it because he chopped off the altar master during the day, thought about the day, and dreamed about the night?” Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart.

No… this dream should not be so realistic if it is just thoughtful day and night.

It's not a dream, it's a memory of the life of the altar master! There are many things Song Shuhang doesn't even know. He thinks that the brain hole is not this big, it is impossible to make up for the life of the altar master.

“Is that the curse? Or a ghost?” The only thing Song Shuhang could finally think of was the curse of the altar master before he died.

And only that hateful curse can provoke such weird dreams.

“No, I have to ask the pharmacist senior tomorrow to see what's going on with this dream. If you don't figure it out, you have a heart attack.” Song Shuhang muttered.

The next day, June 8th, cloudy.

The climate is still hot and dry, but without the enthusiastic Duke of the Sun, how many spectators there will be at the Games.

Song Shuhang woke up from strange dreams and was sleepless all night.

In the morning, he was going to go to the pharmacist. Instead, I received a text message from a senior pharmacist.

Here is a mailing address, Master Tongxuan's temple address, which gives Book Sail the opportunity to mail back the Black Iron Sword.

Also, the pharmacist warned that he needed to go out and do something today, not necessarily come back.

Book Sailing replied with two words: "Roger. ”

He thought, "I don't think I've had a chance to use the Flying Sword lately, so send it back."

So, Shuhang found the Harvest Express card and called him: “Hello, is it Harvest Express Xiaojiang? ”

The other person stunned for half a day and remembered something. He immediately replied, "Are you from Book and Aviation? It's me, it's me. You have a delivery today? ”

“Well, there's a small courier to send. Do you have time to pick one up?” Song Shuhang asked.

“No problem, I'll be right there!” Simajiang replied promptly.

Song Shuhang added: “Don't worry, this courier is just ordinary parts, you can take your time. ”

“It's okay, I'm free, I'll be there in a minute.” Sima Jianghaha laughed.

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Song Shuhang has been reluctant to put all his free time into practice lately. If he gets Qi Blood Dan without losing it, isn't it a waste of time?

Today, however, Tupo and the three of them have a competition program. As a good roommate, he must go for the gas boost.

“Around half an hour is the Yang De game, and the guy is reporting a hundred meters of men.” Tubor was jealous, and he wanted to sign up for a relatively labour-saving game like 100 meters.

Unfortunately, Yang De was one step late and took the lead. Tubor had to report for an 800m relay.

By now, Yang De had changed clothes and shoes to prepare for the run.

Song Shuhang and two other roommates went to the racetrack to cheer him up.

Halfway through, one of Gao's phones rang a song that was famous a few years ago… the breath of "Wai Feng Tang". To be able to use this song as a bell, you must have a certain facial base.

Gao's calm touch of the phone turned out to be a strange strange number that had been violated for a long time - so he looked happy and pressed the answer key at extremely fast hand speed.

Most strange calls these days are made by liars.

If this is a phone call from a liar, then it's just right to pull up the mountain while you're bored, and you don't need money to answer it anyway. If the other party is a sister paper liar, that would be even better. Ko is capable of tripling the battle power of red! If it was the kind of thing that would have hung up a few rings, it would have been even better. Deduct the money!

“Yo, hello!” Once connected, Gao was afraid to hang up his phone immediately.

“…” The other side of the phone was quiet for half a minute, then tried to ask: “Which one of you is Gao? ”

“I am, who are you?” Gao was disappointed for a while, but he wasn't a liar? In this boring summer, the liars can't make a professional phone call to relieve the boredom?