Chapter 445 The kiln is burning red, burning for three days
Tang Yue trembled all over, and felt the hot temperature of the amulet in his chest.
Song Jiande stiffened instantly and wiped the dew from his forehead.
My heart skipped a beat.
Wait, where is the dew at this time of night?
The goose bumps all over his body exploded little by little, and he slowly raised his head.
A man was hanging above his head, his face pale and ferocious, his cloudy eyes staring at him without blinking.
His bloody mouth opened and dark red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Song Jiande was so scared that he sat down on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
The barrage of comments were also scared to tears.
【Ahhhhh! There's a ghost! 】
【What is this! 】
Suddenly, a strong cold wind blew in the air. Before Song Jiande could react, the man's eyes suddenly flashed, and his pale fingernails suddenly grew larger and dug towards Song Jiande's heart.
"Master Jiang, help, help!" A shrill scream was heard.
At this moment, Jiang Xu threw out a piece of talisman paper.
The ghost didn't take it seriously, but at the moment the talisman fell, he suddenly let out a shrill scream.
There was a sizzling sound of burning and a burst of black smoke came out of his body.
"Damn Taoist priest, you still have some skills!"
The male ghost's expression was distorted, and his scarlet eyes swept around fiercely. Seeing everyone's trembling and frightened reactions, he grinned.
"I'm going to kill you all... Leave no one alive! You'll all be my food!"
His cloudy eyes looked up and down at the river catkins.
"You, a Taoist priest, are born with a good appearance...why not let me use it? I have never tasted the taste of being a woman in my life." The male ghost screamed, and the black mist around him suddenly surged, rushing towards everyone like a wave!
【Wow, what amazing special effects. 】
I wasn't afraid at all, and even felt a little excited.
[After all, as far as I know, the last person who dared to do this was...]
[Family members, should we follow the procedures or go directly...]
boom!
The next second, several bolts of lightning fell on the top of his head.
Male ghost:!
Before he could come to his senses, he was struck by lightning and turned into black smoke in a few breaths.
When the wind blows, it doesn't take away a single cloud.
His soul was shattered immediately.
【Everyone:……】
【Who can’t I mess with? 】
[Okay, okay, why did you mess with her? ]
Everyone's tense backs relaxed.
Song Jiande's worldview was shattered, cold sweat kept flowing down his back, and he was gasping for breath.
"Really, there really are evil spirits!"
Shivering, he looked at Jiang Xu.
The near-death crisis just now was not an illusion. That male ghost really wanted to kill him!
But Jiang Xu is so young, yet he defeated her so easily.
It's even more powerful than he imagined.
The old man opened his mouth, his voice trembling a little: "This is, the former housekeeper of the Song family, but before... he was not like this."
Jiang Xu's eyes darkened as he looked at the deserted house.
Someone has set up a Yin Gathering Formation in this yard.
"Before, he was just an ugly vengeful spirit at best," Jiang Xu said coldly, "Now he has killed the black cat and devoured many of the vengeful spirits here."
With the help of the formation, it will probably turn into a real evil ghost in no time.
She moved her fingertips slightly, and several yellow talismans flew out.
With a bang, a cluster of flames ignited in the formation in the corner.
"This is……"
Song Jiande opened his mouth, and suddenly, from deep within the house, a song that made his hair stand on end rang out.
"Snow falls in foreign lands for seven years.
The altar in the dilapidated temple is not warm enough to sleep on...
On the coldest day, the stove went out.
The kiln fire is particularly bright."
"The kiln is burning red, it has been burning for three days.
The blue smoke spirals up to the sky,
The clay should be mixed with three parts of white.
Don't ask whose bones they are or whose injustice they are."
"Newly kiln-fresh white porcelain cups,
Tea tastes bitter, wine tastes sour...
In the middle of the night, I sighed softly,
'Who takes my bones, who plays with me?
Your bowl, why is it so warm?'"
The voice was slow and cold. Tang Yue and Qiao Jiatong leaned against each other unconsciously, and goose bumps covered their arms.
Zhao Xin: "Who is singing?"
Jiang Yue opened his mouth: "Warm up the loneliness?"
The two men tried to interrupt with jokes to ease the oppressive and strange atmosphere, but Song Jiande's face suddenly changed drastically: "Son! This is my son's voice!"
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