The eye contact didn't last long before Zhao Chenyang discovered that there was another figure behind the person who was facing his face.
"No way? Two?" He was a little desperate.
A hand immediately rested on the ghost's shoulder: "Hey, buddy, what are you doing?"
The strange smiling face suddenly turned upside down. Fang Zhiyi was startled and slapped it: "What the hell!"
Following this slap, Zhao Chenyang saw a faint light appear on his arm, but it quickly dimmed. Was he seeing things?
The thing's head turned several times before it stopped, and the black shadow quickly held the head with his hands.
"The dark night shrouds the dust of karma, the soul returns to the river of oblivion and crosses the maze...I can't find it, I can't find it..."
Fang Zhiyi heard its whispers clearly, and after this slap, the ghost revealed its true appearance, a blank face, holding its head and walking around, but it didn't dare to get close to Fang Zhiyi again.
"Master?" Zhao Chenyang was about to cry, "Can you handle it?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned and had a guess in his mind. After all, he had been a ghost.
"Did you bring anything from that ruined temple?" He grabbed Zhao Chenyang's collar viciously. Zhao Chenyang was stunned for a moment and waved his hands desperately: "No, absolutely not. I couldn't even run away in time, how could I dare to bring anything?" He suddenly came to his senses, "Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen did say he was rich!"
"Where?"
Zhao Chenyang glanced around and pointed under the bed opposite him: "There, there is his hiking bag."
Fang Zhiyi left him behind and prepared to get the bag. Just as the murmuring ghost was about to come over, he raised his hand to slap it. The ghost wisely stood one meter away and did not move.
After searching for a while, a lotus candlestick with an extremely yin aura appeared in Fang Zhiyi's hand.
"That makes sense. Stop lying there and follow me!"
"Now?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Just now, otherwise it will be a big trouble."
Zhao Chenyang seemed very resistant: "Isn't it true that I won't go?"
Fang Zhiyi glared: "How can I find it if you don't go? Huh?"
Zhao Chenyang finally realized that he was going to the temple and shook his head repeatedly: "No, I won't go!"
Fang Zhiyi didn't want to give him any slack. He reached out and grabbed the faceless ghost who was peeking out, and held him in front of Zhao Chenyang. "Then I can leave now?"
"Oh my god! Master!"
Fang Zhiyi didn't expect that this guy was really a rich second-generation and drove a nice car.
The road was clear at night, and the two of them hurried and finally arrived at the foot of the barren mountain at three o'clock in the morning.
As soon as we got out of the car, Fang Zhiyi said, "From now on, you lead the way. Go as fast as you can, and don't look down!"
Zhao Chenyang has accepted his fate. Even ghosts have ridden in his car, so what is there to be afraid of?
"Tuo."
After climbing for a long time with his head down, Zhao Chenyang used a flashlight to confirm the direction. After confirming the direction, he habitually nodded: "Master, be careful... OMG!"
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