Otherworldly Merchant

I sat down for a while and got a clearer idea of the details of the widow Zhang, so I got up and went out.

By then, it was completely dark, and all the lights in the village had gone out, and there was black paint all over the place.

I followed the position I had just heard and walked straight to the widow Zhang's house.

The old ladies said that after the widow Zhang died, the old lady, who had been paralyzed in bed, was feeling better and more and more red and spiritual.

They say it's payback! It's a two-plug in heaven, kills the little slut - woman, gives the old lady life.

These words, while they're used as hate quenchers, really do make sense.

Wu Lao Bao was right, it is very likely that the Yin Spirit did this.

The biggest difference between shady spirits and other shady things in your dreams is that they only appear in your sleep.

Although the barbershop is the first scene, the Yin Ghost is most likely still at home, combined with the strange changes of the old lady, I'm sure there must be something wrong!

Zhang's widow's home was built in the west of the village.

Red brick and white tiles surrounded by tall walls, several long, short strings of red peppers hanging under the roof.

I didn't want to be noticed by the old lady until I found out the truth, so I snuck up on the wall and pulled out my phone and took a picture of it.

The ground in the yard was clean and all the farmhouse clutter was neatly arranged.

The scratches on the ground were all new, and there was no dust on the objects placed. Obviously, this was all cleaned up by the old lady after Zhang's death.

Though I don't know what kind of illness the old lady would have gotten and to what extent. But she is still indifferent to her daughter-in-law, and it must seem very serious. But within a few days, he recovered to this level, not only to get out of bed and walk, but also to clean the courtyard, which is obviously not normal!

I looked around and saw nothing unusual, so I jumped in gently from the corner of the wall and slowly approached the door.

The lights were turned off and it was pitch-black, but a grunt came out a while higher.

The grunt was loud, extremely loud, unimaginable, emanating from an old lady who was very ill at first, but more like a wide-bodied man!

I had to move my head and slowly pull the Ghost Chopper knife out of my hiking bag.

“Huh, what bird man?” I just approached the window, and there was a sudden roar in the room, followed by a loud sounding bedplate, and the light came on suddenly.

My footsteps are extremely light, so far apart, don't say a sleeping old lady, even the master of Longquan Hills is extremely hard to spot, but how could this old lady be so alert?

I took a slight step backwards, I was in a dark self-surprise, and when I shouted, the door opened and a dry, skinny old lady burst out.

The old lady is thin and dry, but only one meter, four or more heads, but not more than sixty or seventy pounds, but this leap has a very ambitious atmosphere!

With a rusty knife in her hand, she tossed a knife and flower very skillfully, pointing distantly at my nose: “What kind of bird are you? What are you doing sneaking around my house? ”

The voice was so rough, it was really weird to shout a man's voice out of the old lady's almost naked teeth.

Don't even think about it. The old lady must have been possessed by a ghost.

“Who are you!” I pressed the ghost slayer's double knife and asked cold.

“Who do you care about? You marinade thief, eat my knife first.” Saying, the old lady leaped straight up, flat over two meters tall, and the knife sank straight into my head.

This is an unusually fierce and fierce move. I would certainly be split in half if I didn't go to the fight.

I couldn't think about it that much, and now the double knife is blocked from the top of my head.

With a click, three knives collided and a blast, I was forced to retreat four or five steps by this raw, my wrist was numb and painful!

This Yin Spirit is so powerful.

The old lady missed, her little eyes glared and jumped on her cloth shoes.

Brush, brush! With three swords in a row, the knife went straight to my neck and throat, not only was it extremely powerful, but the knife was desperate and very powerful.

I can't help it for a while. It's dangerous!

“Huh? He's a good guy.” The old lady was also extremely shocked to see that I hid even a few knives. Re-measured me, his head lifted and his chest drunk: "Come on! Today a family is going to war with you for 300 lilies, take the knife. ”

He said, "Another long vow to cut me alive."

This guy has a lot of strength, and he doesn't want to die at all. If he gets so involved again, I won't get any sweet spot.

But that's when I found one of his blooms.

The guy had a knife with one hand, and his other arm was not only completely immobile, but it was dripping like noodles everywhere, as if that hand didn't even listen to the call.

From the chili strings hanging under the roof, neat clutter, this can never be done with one hand, so to speak... the Yin spirits possessed the old lady were a one-armed person before she was born? I've been used to it for a long time. Haven't you been used to it yet?

This is an opportunity, I'll give you a hard touchdown and see where you are!

To think of it, I pushed my knife, directly mobilized the power of Min, and went straight to his dropping arm to chop it up.

At first, he had to be comfortable, but slowly he finally showed his defeat.

No matter how fierce the Yin Spirit may have been, he is still possessed, not the body. And it's an old lady who's just getting very sick, extremely weak, and he's not my opponent.

And I found the blossom again, specializing in picking his soft ribs to attack, the guy slowly some of the eating is unbearable, the festivities lose.

How can I leave him with any breathing opportunities? A series of knives were the best moves of the Yin Yang knife, forcing him to the corner of the wall. While he was holding the knife, he flipped around halfway through the air and kicked out a beautiful swivel kick, hitting it on his wrist.

When she shouted, the knife landed, the old lady took several steps backwards with a pale face, and eventually fell to the ground with a dying breath.

I stepped forward, my knife resting on his neck, and I drank angrily: "Say, who are you? ”

“Humph!” the old lady glanced at me severely, her neck twisted, and she shouted disdainfully: "I only have one arm to bully, what is it? You marinade, don't make any noise. If you want to kill me, you can shave it. Wrinkle your eyebrows. Grandpa is not a good man. ”

“Good man?” I laughed coldly: "Not only did you take the old lady's body, but you also killed her in Jute Village, which is your glorious act as a good man. ”

“Damn that bitch!” The old lady drinks with dismay: “What I hate most in my life is women. I can't help but kill all the women who are ungodly. Even if they become ghosts, I will not change my mind. ”