In fact, Yun Song was not very afraid of ghosts after having the experience of solving the wheel head.

Although the head of the wheel was solved with the help of the talisman left by his cheap master, it eventually showed that he could kill ghosts and that he had the ability to deal with ghosts, which was enough.

But he had a head-on confrontation with the head of the wheel. The head of the wheel has a physical body. It is more of a human-shaped beast than a ghost. He is willing to sacrifice himself and dare to pull the emperor off. He can fight hard.

The situation is different now.

The nave suddenly turned into a mourning hall.

A group of paper people suddenly appeared.

So where is the ghost?

He looked at the many paper people in surprise and wondered, is every paper person a ghost?

But as the saying goes, "Elf, ghost, ghost, spirit," ghost is a very clever and cunning thing.

These paper men are clumsy in their movements and can only circle around the coffin. They have no wits of a ghost at all, but they are more like a group of puppets.

So a thought emerged in Yun Song's mind:

These paper men are probably not ghosts, the real ghosts are in the coffin!

Yun Song wanted to muster up the courage to rush into the mourning hall to see what the hell was in the coffin, but the courage was finally a mess.

He is not a coward.

But be cautious!

This place was originally a Taoist temple hall where Taoist king was in charge.

As a result, it is now occupied by sneaky people and has become a mourning hall.

So how high is this sneaky cultivation?

The still night wind started to blow again at some point.

The peach leaves were blown by the wind.

The paper man in the mourning hall was shaking and floating.

Some paper people were blown to the ground by the wind, so they crawled towards the coffin and cried while crawling.

There were still several paper men crying in mourning on the coffin.

Their crying sounds are very abnormal, the kind of cry that they can't be suppressed but can't be suppressed, sobbing, and causing more resentment.

The night wind became stronger and stronger, and the peach leaves and branches kept shaking, making him feel cold all over.

It was so cold that I couldn't help but tremble.

A rustling sound came from behind him.

He secretly shouted in his heart that something was wrong!

A pair of pale hands held a big red dress and handed it over slowly:

"Master, are you very cold? Then put on this dress. My clothes are made of silk cotton and warm. Then you hurry up and repair the door..."

The big red clothes are sewn in silk cloth, the top has no buttons, and there are small strips of cloth strips on both sides, with auspicious and wishful patterns and longevity characters embroidered on them...

It's a shroud!

When he said that, Yun Song reacted and turned around and turned around, he was a sword.

This sword slashed in the air.

A cold voice sounded from behind him again: "Go and repair the door! The door is about to open, there are too many ghosts outside, they want to come in and grab food!"

Yunsong turned around in surprise.

He didn't see the ghost hiding behind him, but saw that the paper man in the mourning hall stopped crying and stood up and looked at him.

Many paper people wear small hats and jackets, have noses, eyes and mouths, and have a bright blush on their snow-white cheeks.

One by one, one by one, one by one, is rigid and evil.

At this time, the mountain wind was much stronger than before, but the paper people would not be blown. They stood up and faced the clouds, just like they were nailed to the ground.

However, the wooden door of the Taoist temple was blown by the mountain wind and was shaking.

Yun Song was a little confused. He subconsciously ran towards the gate for a few steps to hold on to the gate, but after raising his foot, he found that the gate suddenly became smaller!

He then realized: It wasn't that the door had become smaller, but that he had distanced himself from the door.

He looked around again and found that the yard had become bigger in his eyes-

It's broken, ghosts cover their eyes!

After realizing this, Yun Song quickly turned around and looked for the ghost on his back, but he didn't notice anything. Instead, he found that the location of the paper man in the mourning hall had changed again.

The Paper Man's Gate appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall, squeezed into the door and leaned out...

Although they have no expression on their faces.

But Yunsong felt that they were about to slap their desires.

Yun Song turned around and looked at the Taoist temple gate and then turned back to look.

The location of the paper people has changed again, and the two who are rushing to the front have already stepped out of the door of the mourning hall.

Seeing this, Yun Song understood.

These paper men cannot move as long as they are stared at by his eyes. If he moves away, they will move towards his position!

Just as he was thinking, a cold voice rang behind his ears:

"Master, are you looking for me around? Then why don't you look up and look for me?"

At the same time, the old voice that had sounded before also came in:

"Jizi, come here and open the door. You pick up my money. Give me your life, give me your life!"

"Get in, I want to go in, let me in, I hate it so much!"

"Why are they running fast in? Why am I blocked outside? I don't have legs and I can't run!"

A smooth sound rang inside and outside the Taoist temple, and the yard was circling with the mountain wind.

For a moment, the ghost energy inside and outside the Taoist temple surged into the sky!

The situation is in danger!

At the critical moment, Yun Song suddenly broke out: "Shut up your mouth!"

Instead of looking up, he looked at the mourning hall and shouted: "Fusheng Supreme Heavenly Lord! Demon, don't think that Xiaodao can't beat you! It's just that the heaven has the virtue of being alive, Xiaodao doesn't want to kill you all!"

"Now that you are stubborn, don't blame Xiaodao for being ruthless!"

With a loud shout, he glanced at the mourning hall with his eyes and pointed at the gate: "Aren't it just a group of mountain monsters and water ghosts? The little path will open the gate of my Taoist temple and let you in!"

"You will have the game together, Mr. Yun is afraid!"

"For you, the small path does not even need the magic weapon passed down by the ancestor. You can kill you with just a pair of iron fists!"

After falling into a desperate situation, he suddenly changed his previous timid aura, and his whole body was like a tiger coming out of the gate and a sharp sword coming out of the sheath!

He gritted his teeth and bit his lips and tongue, so that the spitting stars were all blood-red!

The cold mountain wind in the yard is stagnant.

The coffin of the mourning hall suddenly stood up, and the paper people retreated one after another.

In the shade of the trees, there are figures in the shadow of the house at the wellhead, looking at him in surprise-

Did you misunderstand this little Taoist priest really have great powers?

Could it be that he was showing weakness just now?

Are you fishing for ghosts?

I have doubts and want to take action to test it.

But Yun Song held his head and chest up toward the Taoist temple gate, his steps were full of wind, and he actually tied the peach wood sword to his belt and stuffed the whisk into his arms.

Seeing this, the ghosts that were about to move in the yard quieted down.

Without three points, I dare not go to Liangshan. Without diamonds, I will not take on porcelain work.

This is a truth that ghosts understand.

Yun Song didn't care about this. He walked to the door with a cold and solemn expression on his face, and reached out to grab the door bolt.

At the same time, he turned around and glanced proudly at the yard and mourning hall.

I opened my mouth and seemed to say something again.

The ghosts hiding in the Taoist temple were waiting for his shocking words vigilantly.

No sound rang.

Only Yunsong put the silver money he took out when he was tucking the whisk in his arms with his other hand and spitted a mouthful of bloody saliva:

Thank you Daddy, you must be useful and make me a winch!
To be continued...