"Smack!"

The knock on the door was constantly resounding, becoming more and more rapid, like a strong wind raged, or like a sudden rain. The door panel was shocked to a terrible level, almost cracking, and the hoarse shout became more and more impatient, as if it was a roar squeezed out from the gaps of teeth, which was shocking and almost creepy.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly! You open the door!!"

The knocks and shouts were intertwined, the air was shaking, the temperature of the entire hut was falling quietly, and a cold air was constantly wandering.

As the sound of slapping the door became more and more intense, Leng Ran found that a guardian talisman he had stuck to the inside of the door was also flashing constantly, and the light became dimmer and almost extinguished.

Leng Ran frowned, took out an ancient lamp from his arms and placed it in front of him.

The ancient lamp seems to be made of clay and is dark brown. The oil cup is like a bowl-shaped one, the pillar is like a tiger's head, and four fingers and claws are decorated under the plate, which looks very ancient.

At this moment, the ancient lamp was placed in front of the bed. Although there was no drop of lamp oil, it suddenly lit up, reflecting a light blue light in the hut. The light was warm and warm, like a halo of gold and jade, and it had a sense of heaviness.

Seeing the ancient lamp light up, Leng Ran felt a little relieved, looked up at the direction of the door, and took out a fan from his arms.

The fan is made of bird feathers, transparent and red. Each feather is shining like a blade, and a red light flashes from time to time, like a fan breathing.

Leng Ran just took out the fan, and the slight movement brought a little heat. The fan became bright red like blood, causing a burst of fire and surging.

The ancient lamp and feather fan are both the most powerful and yang objects. One has the ability to protect the body and defend, and the other can kill and attack, and the most restrain the evil objects. With these two objects accompanying you, Leng Ran began to concentrate on waiting for the "comers" outside the house to break into the door.

"Open the door! Open it quickly!!"

The sound outside the door became more and more intense, and blood seeped in through the crack of the door. But in an instant, it accumulated half a finger deep in the hut.

The pungent smell of blood was filled with voluntary scent, as if something was squirming, and a stream of obscure and strange aura continued to spread in the direction of Leng Ran. At the same time, the voices outside the door were very monotonous, and they were tossing and urging Leng Ran to open the door, but with the hoarseness and rapidity of the tone, as if they were from the evil spirits deep in hell.

"..." Leng Ran had a gloomy face and began to put on his shoes. He walked slowly forward with an ancient lamp and a feather fan, and walked towards the door.

"Hiss~"

Leng Ran pulled off the talisman that was about to be extinguished, pulled the door open and looked out of the room.

There was indeed a figure outside the house, wearing a torn long gown, messy and long hair was covered in the face, and blood was covered in it, which was even more stained with dust, looking like an evil ghost appeared in the world.

At this moment, the ghost faced Leng Ran's cold gaze, grinned and spit out a mouthful of blood. He suddenly stretched out his sharp finger claws towards Leng Ran, and still said hoarsely: "I asked you to open the door, why didn't you open the door earlier!!"

The hoarse sound was circulating quietly, like a ghostly spirit, cold and weird, which was enough to make people's scalp numb. Coupled with the fishy blood, it made people even more gloomy and terrifying.

"Swish~"

The ghost's fingers opened its claws angrily, and the attack was very fast, causing a gust of fishy wind, but someone was not afraid at all. He snorted coldly and frowned. He first knocked an ancient lamp at the ghost's face, and then a feather fan flashed rapidly.

"Bare you to death!"

The cold shouted loudly, and the sound was as loud as thunder. A surging halo suddenly burst out from the ancient lamp that suddenly swung, completely covering the ghost and holding it in.

"Uh!" The ghost let out a low moan in surprise, trembling all over and trying to break free, but was shocked to find that the ancient lamp seemed to be growing on top of his head, not moving at all, and the beautiful blue light had mystery, imprisoning and suppressing him.

And at this time, the fire light inspired by the feather fan also arrived.

"puff--!!"

The feather fan flickered through the air, and the red feathers emitted bright light, like mist flowing. Where the feather fan pointed, a fire immediately burst out, burning and surging, dazzling and dazzling.

In the blink of an eye, flames rose all over the ghost, and the terrible heat broke out, igniting his coat and hair first, and then the skin around him.

"Aren't you so shocked to escape when you saw a mere zombie? Why is it different now!!"

The ghost shouted in pain, although his voice was extremely sad and angry, but it was already a normal person's voice. It was obvious that his previous costumes and words were all disguised, and for the sake of temptation, he threatened the cold disguise.

"You are Tong Huan's brother-in-law!" Leng Ran's expressionless face almost pushed the feather fan to the tip of the "ghost shadow"'s nose, and his voice was calm without any turbulence.

"How is it possible? Senior Brother Tong Huan didn't..." The ghost was covered in fire, and he suddenly spoke in pain, realizing that he had completely exposed his identity.

"At present, there is nothing to hide. It was sent by Senior Brother Tong Huan. He said you have secrets and have a bad plan. Let me pretend to be Jian Hong's ghost to scare you, so it's best to use this to find out your details."

The ghost student said quietly, as if he was remembering something, with a look of grief and anger on his face: "When I was in the martial arts academy before, I clearly saw you being chased by a corpse and was in a mess. Why wasn't you afraid of me at all just now? Am I not disguised as I am enough?"

Faced with the questioning of the students in front of me, Leng Ran looked serious: "In my hometown, people say that ghosts are afraid of evil people. Moreover, as a man who has watched certain movies, I feel that life will be boring if I don't run away when I meet Brother Zi."

While speaking, Lengran took back the feather fan, pulled the ghost student who was still fixed by the ancient lamp, and walked back to the hut.

Looking at the large bloodstains in the hut, the ghost student felt cold all over. The terrible burns were even more painful, and he couldn't help but say solemnly: "What are you going to do when bring me into this room?"

Leng Ran glanced at the ghost student's body and frowned secretly. Without the burning of the feather fan fire, the ancient lamp alone could not suppress the other party for a long time. After all, to show its true power, these strange treasures must have spiritual power to activate, but he did not have spiritual power.

Importantly, Leng Ran found that the light of the ancient lamp had become a little dim. Although the ghost student was burned and had a painful face, a few golden lights appeared all over his body, as if his injuries were constantly recovering.

"Is it because of the power of the sky light..." Leng Ran whispered in his heart, squatted down slowly, and looked straight into the eyes of the ghost student: "I don't want to kill people, but it's very troublesome to release you, so do you know what bone marrow oil is?"

"I think...if you don't aim the hammer at my legs, I should know." The ghost student said in a difficult tone. His face, which had just been burned with fire, was covered in cold sweat. He looked at his knees in horror. There was a dark and shiny little hammer there.

At this moment, somewhere in the inn, Tong Huanzheng gathered with several students who were close friends.

Here you can just glimpse the direction of the cold hut. Some people are deliberately observing the progress of things, while the rest are attracting the power of the sky light into their bodies. Although the afterglow of these sky lights is coming out of the self-saturated earth, its effect is not as good as during the day, it is still amazing and mysterious, with all kinds of wonderful uses.

"What's going on? After a flash of fire, there was no movement there. However, if the fire appeared, could it be that the third son had awakened the fire system constitution?" A young man with horse face said to himself, frowned, and was a little surprised.

He didn't know that because of the angle, he missed some important scenes.

He frowned and looked at the hut that was not very moving now, and then looked at the several people around who were trying to attract the power of Tian Guang. The young man with horse face looked around with resentment and bored.

"You guys are here to concentrate on practicing and enjoy transformation. I have to keep an eye on you, and how do you bully others..."

The young man with horse face was muttering, his voice was extremely low, and he suddenly shivered and his body was filled with goose bumps.

"What's going on? Isn't Jian Hong dead? Why did he appear again? And Nie Zheng, he was buried by me with him, and he actually appeared with Jian Hong!"

The young man with horse face was inexplicably frightened, and his facial muscles had been twisted and deformed. He forced himself to cheer up and took a closer look in a certain direction, and confirmed that he had read it correctly. Now, the two "people" had almost no difference compared to the past except for their light figures.

"The walking posture, expression and movement... are no different from before. They can't be pretending to be someone else." The young man with horse face was terrified and trembled like a sieve. He found that the other party seemed to notice his gaze, and glared at him coldly.

"Wake up quickly, something strange happened!" The young man with horse face forced his fear and waited for the two figures to leave, and began to shout that Tong Huan and others would wake up.

"What's going on?"

"Why are you fussing?"

Everyone spoke one after another, and they were displeased with the disturbance and their eyes were cold.

"Is it because the mistress failed? Does the Leng have a trump card?" Tong Huan spoke quietly and hid the joy in his eyes. At the same time, a red light shining on his fist arm, giving people a sense of heavy and powerfulness, and obviously his body became stronger and stronger.

"It shouldn't be, but I saw Jian Hong and Nie Zheng who were resurrected from the dead. They walked into the target's residence." The young man with horse face looked at Tong Huan with awe, horrified by the oppression of his strength and momentum, and told what he saw.

"How can a person be resurrected after death? What a price he has to pay, what a great fortune!" Tong Huan frowned disdainfully and led several of his subordinates toward the front.

If the afterglow of light is extremely thin today, it is difficult to attract and absorb, so he wants to see what the hell is in that inn.
Chapter completed!