Chapter 1687 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (30)

"Even if I can't be resurrected successfully, I will leave here, go find that heartless man, kill you, and form a nine-corpse gathering Yin formation, and I can leave."

Auntie's voice suddenly became strange.

Hoarse and sharp, young and old, it seems to be formed by the overlapping of two voices.

As soon as Bai Weiwei's fingers stiffened, she saw the aunt's eyeballs slowly fall from their sockets, and the tears turned into blood, flowing all over her face.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

The aunt didn't care about the knife on her neck at all.

"Give me your soul, stay here instead of me, give it to me quickly."

The aunt reached out to grab her.

Bai Weiwei froze for a moment, before she had time to dodge, the knife had already been snatched away by the aunt.

She almost jumped up, ran up behind Yu Moqian, hugged his waist tightly, "Yu Moqian, there is a ghost."

Yu Moqian sighed helplessly, he was so capable just now.

Why are you so cowardly now?

The owner of this hotel has already been possessed by his own daughter.

The so-called leaving the soul is also nonsense.

To be correct, the person who came to live in this hotel has long since died.

Because of the formation, not everyone can enter the hotel.

It's the kind of people who are particularly cloudy who can enter here by mistake.

Once you get in, you can't get out.

Bai Weiwei obviously has the physique of a little sun, but she can even run to this hotel?

Yu Moqian didn't think that much at first.

Now that I see the formation, I feel familiar with it, so I know that it is the Nine Corpses Gathering Yin, it is... the formation of Tiandaomen.

But this kind of formation can actually be used to make money?

In Yu Moqian's dark eyes, a strong killing intent appeared.

This is against the rules.

The aunt stood up slowly, stood up straight, her head hanging strangely to her chest, and her ugly old face laughed.

"I have to go to the heartbreaker, I have to go to him for an explanation."

The color of the corridor was slowly soaked in blood.

The dark red color continued to spread from the locked door in the corridor.

There was a sudden loud banging on the door.

It seems that something is about to collapse out of Pengpengpeng, and the lock is also in jeopardy.

Holding the mahogany sword, Yu Moqian casually twisted a sword flower, then squatted down and lifted Bai Weiwei up with one hand.

Bai Weiwei exclaimed, "Yu Moqian?"

Yu Moqian frowned, "It's not big or small, it's called Big Brother."

Bai Weiwei: "...Brother."

Yu Moqian: "Yes."

Yu Moqian is so disrespectful, he is over a hundred years old.

With a casual pick of his sword, he photographed the aunt on the wall at the end of the corridor.

Big Mom crunched and twisted her limbs, as if the sound of bones breaking.

She let out a terrible scream.

And the ghost in the body was also knocked out of the aunt's body.

The female ghost, wearing a blood-stained skirt, crawled towards Yu Moqian at a strange and swift speed.

"Why, everyone wants to stop me, stop me from going to him."

Yu Moqian looked calm, like a doctor who is used to seeing wounds, his heart was calm and his face was expressionless.

He is carrying a collection of yang energy like a small sun on his back.

It is simply the best Yang Qi supply station.

Be afraid of anything, not afraid of ghosts.

The mahogany sword in Yu Moqian's hand was thrown into the air.

He drew with one hand, countless yellow talismans appeared from the void, and the yellow talismans burned up, emitting a golden light.

It's all pure sunshine.

The light formed a golden net and rushed towards the female ghost.

The female ghost twitched and struggled desperately in the net.