The Dream Master

"Is it scared to lose my soul?" Shen Luo was puzzled, and quickly came to him.

He touched the top of the girl's head with the palm of his hand, and a warm force penetrated into it, carefully helping her to calm her soul turmoil. After a while, the girl cried again with a "wow".

"Little sister, don't be afraid, it's okay. Don't cry obediently. Your family fell asleep. I will send you to the house. You will take good care of them. Don't leave the house before dawn, okay?" Shen Luorou Said comfortingly.

When the girl heard the words, she nodded her head seemingly, but still couldn't stop sobbing.

Shen Luo couldn't care too much now, so he could only move the two alive people and the little girl back to the room for settlement, and then posted a ghost town charm on the door of the room, then jumped onto the roof again and flew away.

After leaving the courtyard, he fell into a swift figure and walked away, and immediately found that there were more and more ghosts around.

He turned over and fell into a street. A green-faced ghost and a long-tongued ghost rushed towards him..

Shen Luo turned his wrist, took out the mother-in-law sword, raised his hand and waved it, a sword light came out quickly, and the ghost was beheaded with two soft sounds of "swish".

He rushed forward, slapped the Qiankun bag, and immediately absorbed all the evil spirits.

At this moment, another call for help came from the corner ahead.

Shen Luo rushed forward, and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw dozens of Chang'an citizens on the street in front of him, fleeing in panic, and dozens of ghosts were chasing after him.

Some of them are several feet tall and illusory in stature, while others are crawling on the ground, with chains wrapped around their bodies, dragging them to the ground and making a "clang" sound, echoing in the streets, like ghost sounds that kill their lives.

Some have blue-faced fangs, some stumps with broken arms, some are covered in silt, and some are rotten, all in all shapes and colors.

However, although these ghosts looked strange, their auras were not strong, and they were comparable to monks in the Qi Refining Period, and were much worse than the previous long-haired female ghosts.

The phantom ghost with a height of several feet, carrying a slender sickle as high as three feet in his hand, with red blood dripping on it, ticking down.

It chased at the forefront, danced with both hands, swept down with a sickle, trying to harvest the lives of the people in front.

Naturally, the sinking was not allowed, and the figure rushed straight up, falling into the center of the group of ghosts like a meteorite.

Holding seven or eight small thunder symbols in his hands, he suddenly raised it towards the surrounding area, and a flash of "Zilala" was lit up, and then thunderous sounds came.

"Boom Rumble"

Seven or eight snow-white thunder lights exploded in the middle of the group of ghosts, and all the bright electric wires shot out, sweeping in all directions, instantly flooding all the ghosts in.

The group of ghosts cried fiercely, and they were torn apart by electric light, turning into evil spirits and spreading out.

Upon seeing this, Shen Luo quickly slapped the Qiankun bag to absorb all the evil spirits back. After a while, the whole street returned to Qingming.

Upon seeing this, the people who fled, shouted "Fairy Master" one after another, and bowed down one by one.

"Don't run around in the street, find a house guarded by the door god to hide in, and don't come out before dawn." Shen Luo exhorted, and hurried away.

He was at a loss at the moment, and he couldn't think of the sight of "Hundred Ghosts at Night" in Chang'an City, and I don't know why he didn't see the figure of the Tang government for so long?

If it weren't for the evidence of his cultivation base and other things, Shen Luo even thought that he had gone through a dream without knowing it.

"No matter what, I'd better go to Cheng Mansion first and tell Cheng Guogong and Lu Huaming what happened here." Shen Luo thought of it, and rushed toward the imperial city.

When passing a temple built in the middle of the road, he suddenly saw the periphery of the whole temple, shrouded in a layer of faint golden Buddha light, like a light curtain, blocking the erosion of the outside darkness.

Outside the main entrance of the temple, there are two giant ghosts tens of feet tall with sharp horns, each carrying a thick spiked club in their hands, waving and slamming towards the main entrance of the temple.

The loud noise of "boom" kept coming, and the golden light curtain shrouded outside the temple trembling constantly, but it never broke.

The gate of the temple was closed tightly, and there were sounds of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures. The louder the voice, the brighter the golden light curtain around the temple.

Shen Luo hesitated for a while, thinking that he would continue to practice Xuan Yin Kaimai Jue afterwards, he rushed over here again, bombarded the two ghosts with a thunder falling talisman, and absorbed the evil spirit of his body.

After he left here, he repeatedly encountered ghosts along the way. Some of them took the initiative to chase and kill them, while others ran into them unluckily, all of which were killed by him.

It didn't take long for the ghost general in Qiankun's bag to speak, saying that the power of the evil spirit he had previously lost had been restored, which could help Shen Luo slay the ghosts and absorb more of the evil spirit.

Shen Luo didn't agree because he was rushing to Cheng Guo Gong's Mansion.

When he came all the way to the entrance of Changlefang, he saw blood flowing from inside and outside the entrance. The officers and soldiers of Datang stationed here were dead and injured, and there was no living person in sight.

And outside the Fangmen, there stood a tall ghost full of pitch black and first antlers, facing the sinking back, beckoning in the direction outside the Fangmen, its movements were stiff and slow, and it looked very strange.

Shen Luo looked outside the door, and suddenly his scalp became numb.

I saw that on the shore of Tongji Canal, not far from the Fangmen, there was a decaying ghost, covered with aquatic plants and silt, crawling onto the shore, rushing towards this side in groups.

Its whole body is wet, dragging a long trail of water on the ground.

Shen Luo roughly counted them. There are more than a hundred of these water ghosts, and most of their auras are not very strong. Only the guy with the first antlers standing outside the gate is a bit different. It looks like it should be comparable. The monk of the late bigu period.

If they were rushed into the workshop, Changlefang, which he had just cleaned up roughly, would be reduced to a paradise entrenched by ghosts again. I don't know how many innocent people will die by then.

Shen Luo sighed helplessly, could only stay for a while, behead these ghosts, and then leave.

At this moment, the ghost outside the gate also found its sinking, its body remained motionless, only the head with antlers slowly turned 180 degrees, and looked straight at him.

Shen Luo discovered that not only did he have a pair of antlers on his head, but his entire face was exactly like a stag, but a circle of dark red blood stains could be seen from his neck, with obvious signs on it. Suture traces of the flesh.

His dark red eyes turned a few times, without any anger at all, and he stared at Shen Luo without evasiveness, and his body slowly turned around.

It is a little different from the previous ghosts. The deer-head ghost in front of you is obviously much more intelligent. It did not immediately rush to kill when it saw the sinking. Instead, it stepped back a few steps and returned to sinking Wave.

Immediately afterwards, the ghosts that had just crawled out of the Tongji Canal suddenly rushed towards the sinking in the Fangmen as if they had received instructions.

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