Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing walked up the broad road home tremblingly. Don’t say it, this road is really easy to walk, there are not even any cars or horses.

The two of them were so beautiful with the big girl, and the big girl was rushing towards the other side of rebirth.

"Dazhi, where are you going? Why don't you go home for dinner?" Wu Youyong's voice suddenly came from behind.

Wu Dazhi was shocked. They were home so soon? But there was still a long distance in front of Kangzhuang Avenue, so it shouldn't be there.

This is what Long Zhi said about wandering soul? Wu Dazhi hurriedly glanced at Zhou Zijing, and saw that he had a serious expression, but he had no intention of turning back.

The two looked at each other, made up their minds and just ran away. At the most dangerous time, no choice was enough to escape, and they ran towards the two of them.

After waiting for a while, the sound behind them finally disappeared, and the exhausted two people stopped. Looking up and looking around, the scene turned into a familiar street market.

"Damn, Dazhi, what do you think that is?"

Suddenly, Zhou Zijing grabbed Wu Dazhi and pointed his finger at a direction not far ahead. It turned out that there was a stall selling snacks, which was the famous vegetable pot and meat in my hometown.

After counting, the two of them hadn't eaten seriously for seven days. When they saw this pot of pork dumplings, they wanted to take a bite. Suddenly, they had the urge to go over and buy it.

Wu Dazhi secretly cried in his heart, but it turned out that Youhun had changed his methods. He hurriedly grabbed Zhou Zijing and ran wildly again.

"Damn, the journey home is really not peaceful!" Zhou Zijing complained.

Wu Dazhi patted his shoulder and comforted: "Forget it, you know, there are too many lonely ghosts now, who doesn't want to go back to the world again? Can you give up with such a chance? This is a rare opportunity to cheat!"

Zhou Zijing nodded, and the two of them were so energetic that they walked forward, fearing that something would go wrong on the road, so they both explained.

Fortunately, there were no wandering souls who came to harass them along the way. Walking along the Bright Avenue, the two of them soon saw the grand first hospital of xx University.

Oh my god, I'm finally back. This trip to Tibet and the underworld has tortured them to death.

In a happy mood, the two of them were in a state of wind and rushed to the hospital. As they were about to enter, they suddenly stopped in one go. It seemed that someone was staring at them behind them.

"Wu Dazhi, Zhou Zijing!!! You are finally willing to die!!"

Is it Xie Rusi? How could she be here? Could it be that she was killed all the way? The two of them turned around in a hurry.

What caught their eyes was an old man wearing a cloak and a shriveled figure.

When Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing turned around and saw the shriveled old man, they knew that they had fallen into the pit. As expected, the most dangerous pit was not at the beginning, but at the end.

But the reaction between the two seemed to be as expected by the shriveled old man. He smiled and a dull sound seemed to be halfway from his abdomen:

"I said that if I fall in love with someone, I will never escape my control!"

At the same time, Wu Dazhi, who was obviously a spiritual body, felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and a sharp knife was slashing across his neck.

A giant hand pulled out the extremely vivid vitality that burst out from the wound. Wu Dazhi felt that his body was no longer dominated by him. A few steps away was also twitching in pain on the hospital bed.

He saw that his grandfather, who was already gray in his hair, stood up nervously and took emergency treatment for his nausea.

On the side, standing was the familiar Hu Xue. Now he seemed to be stained with traces of human time. On his face, Wu Dazhi could clearly see the vicissitudes of life.

Also, the old man who was guarding a bed not far away was probably the master, Mr. Zhou, whom he had never met before.

For a moment, Wu Dazhi felt mixed emotions, and the withdrawal of life continued. The arrogant smile of the mysterious old man in front of him made Wu Dazhi retwine.

I don't want to die!! Wu Dazhi's heart roared like a wolf.

A force was boiling in Wu Dazhi's chest, and his throat made a wild beast howl, not like it was from him, but from some mysterious force from ancient times.

Standing opposite the shriveled old man, he smiled slightly with an interesting smile. He originally thought Wu Dazhi would surrender obediently, but what happened in front of him suddenly realized that things had become different. The young man in front of him was different from what he saw in the Ghost Mother Dojo a month ago.

The dull voice of the shriveled old man sounded again: "You are my good prey! I will give you two choices now, one is to follow me, and the other is to die here!"

Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing looked at each other, and obviously they would not agree to this ridiculous and unreasonable request.

The two looked at the ward at the same time. Yes, their ** is right, how can they give up easily?

The two of them said nothing, but just shook their heads firmly.

The shriveled old man let out a strange cry, as if he was a little angry, and as if he was playing a very fun game.

A long-lost excitement filled the shriveled old man's body, which was the feeling of physical excitement that he had only when he was chasing the most beautiful girl when he was just adult.

The shriveled old man suddenly formed the Great Vajra wheel seal in his hand, muttering the spell from the distant time and space:

"Om Supo, you Supo, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

The development of the matter has not been left to Wu Dazhi and the others to report it. The two of them knew that this mantra was a great mantra in the Tantric Buddhism. They were really hit and could only be wiped out.

What's even more tragic is that their feet are like roots, and they can't move a single step.

The red light, the red light of death, was close to you, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing closed their eyes, why are they so unlucky?

He has clearly arrived at the doorstep and was killed. Is this what people say, fate is not something you can challenge?

When Wu Dazhi opened his eyes again, his soul had returned to the ** who had been away for a long time. Wu Youyong, Hu Xue, and Xiaoyou, who had her eyes red from crying, were surrounded by him.

For a moment, Wu Dazhi didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate, maybe this was fate.

Wu Dazhi turned his head to the side. Sure enough, the fat man was lying there, but he was not awake yet and was snoring. He looked very sweet.

I'm back, I'm really back, I really survived this time.

When the fat man woke up, it was already the next morning. Mr. Zhou went to buy breakfast for Zhou Zijing early in the morning.

Wu Dazhi held the back of his head with both hands and fell into the thinking that had become a habit. He clearly remembered that when they came back, they were attacked by a shriveled old man. It was obviously a very powerful spell. Who saved them?

Could it be Hu Xue? It shouldn't be. Hu Xue didn't see the shriveled old man at all. Who would he be? Just when Wu Dazhi was confused, Mr. Zhou had already returned.

He was carrying a large bag of small bags in his hand, as if he was afraid of being hungry in Zhou Zijing. He bought a lot of them. Seeing that Wu Dazhi had woken up, he immediately handed over a bag of buns.

"Can you eat something?" Mr. Zhou's smile was very sunny, and he didn't look like an elderly man at all.

Wu Dazhi politely refused. Now he doesn't have as good appetite as Zhou Zijing.

Wu Dazhi didn't eat it, but Zhou Zijing was eating it vigorously. He took the food from Mr. Zhou's hand. Obviously, he wanted to supplement the various nutrients he lacked in the bardo realm.

Seeing Zhou Zijing having a happy meal, Wu Dazhi smiled helplessly. He looked at Mr. Zhou sitting beside him. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the old man in front of him seemed to know more.

"Grandpa Zhou, I have something I want to ask you!"

Before Wu Dazhi could finish his words, Mr. Zhou laughed at himself: "You want to ask who saved you yesterday, right?"

Wu Dazhi was stunned for a moment. This old man was indeed a powerful master. Then he nodded and revealed the questions in his heart.

Mr. Zhou did not rush to answer Wu Dazhi's question, but turned his eyes to the distance and looked at the rising sun outside the window, as if immersed in memories.

"Do you know who the old man you met is?"

Wu Dazhi shook his head. He didn't know. In fact, this was also a mystery that troubled his heart.

"The old man you met, Master Long Zhi, was one of the eight ancestors of the Tantric Buddhism. The last time he appeared was a thousand years ago, and the third time the crystal of ghost grudges appeared on the human world.

Mr. Zhou paused for a moment, looked at Wu Dazhi, and saw that he listened seriously, he continued:

"But unfortunately, because of some accidental mistakes, he led the esoteric master to fight, but failed to stop the fusion of the crystals of ghost resentment. The ghost mother was finally reborn. He tried his best to seal the ghost mother and ghost resentment. However, a thousand years have passed, and the power of the seal has been minimal..."

After waiting, when Mr. Zhou said this, Wu Dazhi seemed to hear a little bit of a wrong taste, but he couldn't explain clearly what was wrong.

"Now the crystals of ghost grievances have appeared collectively in the world. As far as I know, there are 81 pieces in total..." Mr. Zhou said slowly.

Wu Dazhi was a little anxious: "Since those crystals have appeared in others, is it still time for us to take action now?"
Chapter completed!