Chapter 11 First Seven

The compass in Lao Dao's hand rotates rapidly, which is called a tanglement. The whole speed can make people collapse, and suddenly it is fixed in the middle of the square.

"Old Tao, aren't you going to challenge? Your compass is staring at it and you still can't take action?" Guo Dafu grinned with a big mouth.

Qin Zhong kept silent and didn't say much. He stayed quietly and looked at it carefully, but he knew that the seven ghosts were not easy to provoke. If there was no considerable means, it was better not to provoke it.

However, this old man actually had to get into such a bad thing. If there is really no way to calm down the first seven ghosts invited, it is very likely that Lao Dao will die tragically and the seven ghosts will become demons.

Although Qin Zhong has lost his memory, his book has not been worn out. When he is idle all day, he likes to read those supernatural novels, some ghost stories and legends.

" boss, you see, this form is wrong. I'm cold on my body. I'm afraid the seven ghosts are coming." Guo Dafu stepped forward and whispered to Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong didn't say much nonsense. He just looked at the old man holding the mahogany sword in his hand, waving crazily, and kept saying, "Demons and monsters, come out quickly to see my old way. Otherwise, it will destroy your way today and make you unable to turn back. This seven is the beginning of your end of your soul life."

Just nagging in the old road, Qin Zhong found a place to sit down and watched what happened at the scene nervously.

A cold wind blew, and the sadness was strong. The central whirlwind of the square rose, and the eyebrows tightened in the old way of dancing swords and chanting spells.

"Okay, I'm finally here. Let's see how I can accept you." As soon as the old Tao's words fell, the wooden sword in his hand flew up, and the rune paper on the head of the sword was golden. It seemed that the old Tao was really a little Taoist. No wonder he said crazy, but it seemed that it was nothing more than that. Instead, it was not as powerful as he said.

"My son, my daughter!" There was a crying and noisy sound, but the sound came, and nothing could be seen in the middle of the square, but it was a kind of desolation under the dim light.

Qin Zhong was distinguishing the sound. The sound seemed to come from the air. By the sound of the wind, the crying sounded more and more sad.

"Come out, I know you're coming. If you don't come out, I won't be polite." The old man threatened.

Qin Zhong also stood up and stared at the old man. He knew that the old man was ready. It seemed that he wanted to show his ability in front of the local tycoon. Later, he could increase the price. This is the method used by ordinary magic sticks.

"Big boss, do you think this old man will suffer a big loss in a moment?"

"I guess he should have something, otherwise he can't be so rampant."

The two guessed that the cold wind suddenly stopped, and the waves of grief suddenly stopped. In a blink of an eye, the whole square became dead silence, and the street lights flashed in nowhere.

"My son!" A low voice, the long voice, the son only heard the sound but did not see the person at the moment. The eyes of the old man and others were looking for the source with the sound, but all they saw was an empty square.

Under the dim street lamp, a long shadow slowly came out of the shadow, and then the person who came out walked in front of the old road, holding a black lacquer box in his hand. When he opened the box, he took out a handful of paper money, gold brick ingots and so on. The upper supply of products.

Qin Zhong took a fine look at the person through the light, which should be the one who came to the square to cry at noon.

The old man was anxious. He hurried to the woman and shouted coldly, "Who are you? What are you doing here so late?" As the old man said, he only felt something was wrong, and the wooden sword in his hand quickly pricked the woman's back.

"Arrogant!" A woman's voice came out, "What are you going to do? Who are you?"

Lao Dao had a bitter face, and he seemed to have turned around: "Well, I just want to see if you are a human?"

"Who do you think is not human? You are not human!" The woman came up with the strength of the shrew and scolded, "Really, it's you who are not good enough to find a magic stick to deal with the trouble, and you are not afraid of being reported by heaven."

Qin Zhong suddenly smiled and said, "It's not the shadow brought by people's words. Besides, how can there be no pain in words that are not human?"

Lao Dao looked a little embarrassed and looked back at Qin Zhong: "As you know, it's really a matter." Lao Dao stretched out his hand and patted the woman's shoulder: "Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now. I apologize to you, but your child is a child who died in the wrong way. Do you want me to give you a 20% discount?"

"Yes, do you even want to surpass yourself?" The woman's voice suddenly became dark. She slowly turned her face around. The gloomy face, the tangled face, the extracted skin, and the blue blood suddenly showed the proud and horrible look, and her voice stiffened to a single voice.

Guo Dafu shivered coldly. He saw the doorway, and Qin Zhong also felt something was wrong.

The old man suddenly withdrew his hand: "Aren't you a human being?"

"He also said that I have Taoism. I really saw the wrong person. If you help me, I'm afraid I don't know how to go to hell. I think you'd better come down and play with me."

The woman said, her hands suddenly stuck in the old man's throat, her hands were stiff and powerful, and the old man coughed straight. The peach sword in her hand seemed to have been abandoned and was thrown into a faraway grass by the woman.

The local tycoon immediately rushed into the grass, picked up the mahogany sword, and rushed to the woman with a wave: "Bitch, let you get along with us. I really fought with you today and said, was my wife collected by you?"

A sword on the back of the woman seemed to be unresponsive and seemed to be fine. He grabbed the old-fashioned neck with one hand and the mahogany sword with the other hand and said, "Maomu, it's useless to me, a waste." She took off the rune paper on the wooden sword and took a look: "Sanqing charm, but it's a pity that the technique is too bad. You can't even mix it with a third-rate magic stick. You'd better die."

The woman suddenly pinched with one hand, and the old man foamed his mouth. His face turned purple and red, and he was about to cut off his breath.

Qin Zhong came to the woman's side and took out the woman's brocade box: "This brocade box is yours, isn't it? It now carries the feelings between you and your wife and your hope for the future."

"This box? Where did you come from? The woman immediately let go: "This is her favorite box, and I have always regarded it as life."

Qin Zhong sneered: "This is the one she gave me. Here is the sustenance of the two of you. He asked me for help before handing over the brocade box to me."

"What's your relationship?" The woman has been talking in a low voice, and it doesn't look like the woman said it herself.

Qin Zhong smiled bitterly: "Even if she can trust, she will have no support if you die. I'm afraid she can't think about it for a while. That's why she entrusted her life to the earth and insisted on following you."

A burst of pain suddenly appeared on the woman's face, and old tears fell. She took the brocade box handed to him by Qin Zhong with both hands, stroked it with one hand, and read the Taoist spell in his mouth. However, no matter how he read it, he would be super accepted by the woman. Super acceptance seemed to be useless.

"Old Tao, you'd better save it. This ghost is the first seven, and the evil spirit is very strong, which ordinary people can't bear." Qin Zhong patted the old man on the shoulder.

Lao Dao sweated coldly. This time, he made a fool of himself. This time, the simple head seven ghosts were made so virtuous that he could not even see a ghost clearly. He only saw such a stiff woman's face.

"Bad bitch, if I go down, I have to clean it up for you." Lao Dao threw out the charm in his hand, and sparks splashed on the woman's body, and flew out of the woman's body to the black light.