Xiao Fengjiao was really annoyed by Wumian. She gathered a heavy black aura in the palm of her hand, emitting a very strange flame. She ignored her comfort and grabbed the Buddhist beads that tied her son.

Before she could stop her, Xiao Fengjiao roared shrillly while tearing off the Buddhist beads of Wuming.

The little ghost broke free from the bondage and crawled into Xiao Fengjiao's arms.

At this time, Feng Xing found the flagpole on the roof of the township building and flew to the top. With his internal strength, he slapped the copper coin that Wumeng gave him hard at the top of the flagpole.

The copper coins placed in the Buddha are embedded on the flagpole, forming a parallel surface.

Even if someone wants to take it down, it is impossible.

Xiaofeng roared angrily, "No..." A powerful black air flow emanated from her body, and with her as the center point, it formed a circle and began to spread to the distance.

Wumian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that because he was too close to Xiao Fengjiao, he was affected and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

Feng Xing's heart tightened, "Master."

The moment the copper coin fell, the four array eyes of the entire Fishman Island formed an extremely strange figure, and then the layers of extremely powerful purification apertures were shocked from the four array eyes.

When it touched Xiao Fengjiao and the child, the two ghosts were seriously injured, and their souls seemed to be washed away, almost half of their anger, resentment, and even unwillingness to wash away.

Xiao Fengjiao was panicked a lot and disappeared in place while holding the ghost doll.

She cannot cleanse her soul by this meditation mantra, and she cannot let everyone go of everyone who has hurt her. She wants everyone to pay the price.

Wumian wanted to stop her and controlled her and the ghost doll here, but because of the injury, he moved a little, and his chest was filled with pain and vomited another mouthful of blood.

So, watching Xiao Fengjiao disappear in front of her, Wumian almost felt angered, and his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt.

This soul-purifying formation was specially designed for her, but she ran away halfway.

Feng Xing flew down from a high place and supported him with his other hand, "Master, don't move again."

Don’t worry, the blood flowed to the robes after opening your mouth. You simply sat on the ground with a sad face, "I pity my handsome robes like this."

Feng Xing twitched his lips and found that the focus of the master's concern was always different from others.

He was worried about him for nothing, but he didn't expect that from the beginning to the end, he only cared about a piece of clothing.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Don’t miss the blood that was overflowing from your mouth forcibly pressing, and said heavily, “Down to the grave.”

"Little Feng's sweet?"

"It's hers." Listening to Wumian's tone, those who don't know thought that the two of them had a deep hatred?

"There are people who buried the entire opera troupe behind. How should we judge which Xiao Fengjiao's grave?"

Wumian said very perfunctorily, "Dig, you can always dig her grave."

Feng Xing was speechless and felt that this master was not reliable than the fifth thought.

"I wonder what Master, what do you want to do?"

"With her energy being severely damaged and she can't make any trouble before dark, we will find her body as soon as possible. I want to force her to save her and send her to the underworld. If it is a little later, it may be too late." Wumian's expression when he said this was very serious, not like a joke.

"Okay, I'll go dig a grave, you can stay here and have a good rest."

"etc?"

"What are the instructions for the master?"

Wumian sighed, "It's so tiring to talk to you boy. Help me up. I'm going to go to the township office to find something."

"What?"

"People are afraid, and this ghost is no exception. If they can find the shovel that Lao Yu used back then, they will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort. Xiao Fengjiao was beaten to death by him with a shovel. I believe Xiao Fengjiao must be very afraid of this thing."

The two of them first walked around the first floor, and then found the shovel covered with rust in the corner. "Fortunately, the haunted here scared a lot of people, otherwise the things inside would have been taken away long ago."

Feng Xing picked up the shovel, Wumian also picked up a shovel, and followed him, "I'll be with you." It's naturally a good thing to be able to dig out Xiao Fengjiao's grave as soon as possible.

"Master, your wound..."

"It's okay. If you don't hurry up now, and night falls later, she becomes a demonic sword, and we have no good results to eat. However, if your arm is possessed by the Yin Qi for too long, it is very likely that you will be disabled in this life." After saying that, Wumian tear off a strip of cloth from the broken robe, and then tied it tightly on her arm.

"Hold on your shoulders, I'll let you go of your yin energy."

"Why...hiss..." Feng Xing couldn't help but gasped.

He was still struggling with how he released his yin energy. This head of Wumeng had already cut two tooth marks bitten by the ghost doll with a knife. Although it was just a small hole, he was sweating coldly.

A burst of black gas came out from above the small opening. Don’t worry, the fat big hand squeezed hard, and Feng Xing gritted his teeth and pressed his other hand directly on the door handle beside him. It would be broken if it was a little bit powerful.

He made a crackling sound, and said without any thoughts, "Hold on it, just squeeze out the bright red blood, and even if the yin energy is completely cleared."

"good."

He didn't stop until he squeezed out the bright red blood, and then found a clean strip of cloth to bandage his injured arm, "Find time and bask in the sun more. If you have a good relationship with the girl Di Wu Nian, you can let her use the Jiuyang True Fire of the Great Suzaku God, and your hand will soon return to normal."

Feng Xing responded lightly, "I have a bad relationship with her." At least now this woman is rushing him and Yan Zhi to leave here.

Wumian shrugged, "Then there is nothing I can do. I don't know how you offended this girl, but I can tell you that the fifth thought is different from other women."

Feng Xing asked curiously, "Where is different?"

"I love to hold grudges in particular."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but twitched his lips, "You really know her very well."

The two of them dragged their bodies to the small valley behind the township office building and dug up graves.

There were only more than two hours left before dark, and they didn't know how long it would take to dig out all the bodies.

One after another, the bones were carried out, and the corpse had already turned into bones. No one could tell whether these bones were men or women, and no one could even know which one was Xiao Fengjiao.

At this time, the fifth thought was rushing back, and the yacht had been driving on the sea for a whole morning.

After Wu Nian and He Yanzhi struggled all night, the two of them were so tired that they fell asleep as soon as they boarded the yacht.

I thought that after waking up, I would return to Fishman Island, but who knew that they were still wandering on the sea.

When Wu Nian walked to the cabin, he found that the person driving the yacht was muttering in a low voice.

"Hello, Lao Li, I want to ask, according to the current time, should we arrive at Fishman Island?"

Hearing the voice of the fifth nian, Old Li looked back and looked at the fifth nian in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I'm making you laugh. I'm an old crew member, but I didn't expect that I couldn't find the way."

A person who has been driving a boat for more than 30 years, absolutely does not believe it in the fifth thought, because they are lost on the sea.

After walking a few steps, he came to the cockpit, looked at the vast sea of ​​white mist through the boat window, and subconsciously frowned.

Old Li sighed, "When I left, I clearly looked at the weather forecast, why did it suddenly get heavy fog?"

The fifth thought shook his head, "This is not fog." It is resentment, and the sea is filled with resentment.

"What's not resentment?"

For a while, the fifth thought could not be explained clearly.

"Old Li, you can find a way to stop the boat first. I'll go out to the deck and take a look." After that, Wu Nian walked out of the cabin and came to the deck with the sea breeze. There was still wet resentment floating in the sky. If someone could not see it, he would naturally think it was fog, but Wu Nian could hear the crying and howling of the air with his own ears.

"How could I die? No, this must not be true."

"No, I don't want to die yet. Can anyone save us?"

"Who is the one who killed the gods? Who controls the people on our Fishman Island?"

"Yes, if you find this person, you must swallow him alive."

Fifth Nian boldly guessed that these ghosts were probably ghosts on Fishman Island. At this time, they realized that they were dead because of injustice and unwillingness, which led to resentment.

She took out a spell from her arms and threw it on the glass window of the cabin. It seemed to be stuck to the glass window, and the wind that blows over could not blow the spell away.
Chapter completed!