The charcoal fire is red.

The warm heat made everyone's bodies slowly warm up.

Thinking of the previous encounter with ghosts, Yang Chang'an felt a little moved, used his magical power to look at his room.

Sweep all the way.

When he swept to the bed, his pupils shrank violently, his face changed suddenly, and he kicked his feet, and his body almost lost balance.

"Fuck you mother!"

He couldn't stop roaring.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Changan held his body steady, forced a smile, waved his hand and said, "Aunt Liu...I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired, I fell asleep just now."

"Young Master, you haven't slept for three nights, so you must be tired."

Aunt Liu looked guilty and said with concern: "Anyway, the ghosts have been abandoned, so Xiaoya and I should go back. Young Master, please have a good rest yourself."

"Yang Chang'an" has always been a little weak. It seems that it is caused by lack of exercise. Every autumn and winter, it will become weak and prone to wind and cold.

Last time he had an extremely severe cold, and the disease broke out at night, and "Yang Chang'an" would sleep forever.

It was then that Yang Changan came over, which was an alternative life-suspending.

"Okay, Aunt Liu, I'll take you back."

Yang Changan did not keep them, but hoped that they would leave as soon as possible. He immediately stood up and said calmly.

After sending Aunt Liu and the other two to the wing room, the eyes of Tonggu opened and carefully swept every corner of the room, Yang Changan then went back with peace of mind.

Standing in front of the door, although he had a solemn face, there was a ruthless look in his eyes that was different from "Yang Chang'an". He touched the "Theory of the Gods" in his arms, and in a blink of an eye he returned to his normal expression, pushed the door and walked in.

After glanced at the bed, my heart couldn't help but jumped up, and even the rhythm of my breathing became a little messy.

He saw a strange black gas on the mosquito net. It would be fine if it was just black gas, but he found that the black gas was staring at him.

This feeling made him furrow all over his body.

"Hey, his eyes were a little wrong. Did he see me?"

A faint voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Yang Changan felt a stern, knowing that under the power of Tongyou, he could hear the ghosts talking.

I saw the black gas transformed.

The next moment, he turned into a fat doll that looked like a human baby.

But it is not as honest and cute as a doll, but its whole body is dark and cold, and its whole body is covered with evil runes. Its eyes narrowed into needle eyes, and its cold light shone, making Yang Changan creepy.

Just listen to it laughing:

"Pity that the little ghosts, who are like me, need to rely on the human body to live in the sun. This is worse than that of demons.

However, Yang Chang'an is the number one juren in Tianwu County. He is very lucky and I am very satisfied.

I secretly blew the Yin wind a few days ago, causing him to get cold. At this time, his Yin energy entered his body and his Yang energy was weak, which was a good opportunity to possess him.

This time, he will be requisitioned his body, take over his luck, and enjoy the glory and wealth he should have enjoyed. When the raw rice is cooked, I think the Empress will not blame me."

The cold doll with black air all over her body smiled and looked hot, as if she had seen the most delicious food in the world, drooling.

The next moment, it waved its ghost claws and floated towards Yang Changan.

It turned out that this evil ghost killed "Yang Chang'an". It still wanted to possess adults and replace them?

Yang Changan's pupils shrank, which shocked the ghost's words and deeds.

"Come on, let me try how much you have." Seeing the ghost kid floating with his teeth exposed, Yang Changan had an inexplicable scent of cruelty.

He turned around and took out the "Statement Theory" from his arms, beat the sky, opened it with a slight momentum, and read it slowly.

"Oh, no, great aura!"

"Theory of the God of the Sect" opened, and Yang Changan, who was in the state of Tongyou's Eye, saw a wave of white lights appearing in the book. The dark ghost baby was swept by the white lights, and a strange scream was pulled onto the wooden wall like a fly. Black smoke appeared on his body, and his body shrank out of thin air.

He hits a sentence: Haoran's righteous spirit sweeps away evil spirits, and one inch of ghosts' destiny.

Seeing this effect, Yang Changan immediately became confident, and the ruthlessness in his eyes became even stronger.

"Wow, I'm so careless. This great human scholar is so powerful. The words written just contain such a powerful aura that actually hurt my body."

The ghost kid was in a state of slight slightness, and his ghost energy was rolling around and roaring constantly.

"Whether the world, righteousness lasts forever, no evil spirits do evil things..."

Yang Changan glanced at his eyes, held the book and muttered, and walked quietly towards the ghost kid.

"There are three strange suns, moons and stars in the sky, and ghosts and gods are shocked. If a fierce ghost comes, the great aura will be swept away..."

"It's almost late autumn, why are there mosquitoes?"

"Bang!"

“Wow!”

“Buzz buzz!”

"Bang!"

“Wow!”

"What's going on? This kid is chasing me and beating me? Can he see me? It's impossible." The ghost kid screamed in anger, and was so painful that he was thrust by Haoran's anger.

The ghost's eyes were wide open and the ghost's claws were dancing, as if they were about to tear Yang Chang'an.

If an ordinary person sees this fangs and claws, he will be scared to death.

Even Yang Changan was still scared.

"This little ghost is so vigilant and fast, so he can't cover it at all, let alone kill it."

Yang Chang'an thought about it and muttered in secret: "No, you can't let it detect the purpose of my killing it. Only by being deeply considerate can you be worry-free. The ghost has a strong desire for revenge. If it harms Aunt Liu and the others, it will be a disaster."

After all, the clones are too weak, so he cannot protect them all the time, but if this little devil is put here, he is trying to get a tiger's skin, which is extremely dangerous.

In fact, he had a deeper fear, which was the empress in his mouth.

After some trade-offs, although he can't be killed, he still has to punish him.

You have to let it go astray, and you have to tell it that it is not easy to mess with, so don’t be beaten by me.

"Bang!"

“Wow!”

“Buzz!”

"Bang!"

“Wow!”

"Damn it, this mosquito has caused me to be slap nine times. I want to eat you." Countless black gas churned on the ghost kid, like boiling water, which shows how annoyed and angry it was in his heart.

I saw a wisp of black gas that looked like a needle tip, ejaculated from its mouth and penetrated straight into the mosquito's body.

In the blink of an eye.

A wisp of white gas entered the mouth along the black needle tip. The mosquito wings softened, as if they had been seriously ill, and they lost all their energy and fell to the ground.

Yang Changan's eyes leaped. What if this little devil gave him this shot?

But... it is obvious that this little ghost is afraid of the "Theory of the God" in his hand and dares not get close. Even if a wisp of black air drifts closer, it will be melted into smoke.

It’s a pity that “Yang Chang’an” didn’t know that there was a ghost hidden in the house before. If he knew, he would definitely use the “State of the Gods” to expel ghosts.

Because this was written by Fu Tianchou, the minister of the dynasty, a great scholar of his generation, with a strong spirit, one word can help the world, and one book can kill ghosts and evil spirits.

That was his faith.

pity!

After all, he did not have the power of secluded magic and could not see the underworld.

You cannot avoid misfortune by seeking good luck.

Yang Changan sighed in his heart, and he became even more fierce when he started.

The little devil was repeatedly frustrated, and fear appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, Yang Changan quietly sat down, faced the little devil, closed the "Theory of the Gods" and placed it on the table, pretending to be resting.

I saw the ravaged little ghost roaring immediately with anger.

The ghostly spirit is full of resentment.

A pitch-black needle tip was spit out of his mouth, trying to pierce Yang Changan's eyebrows and suck all his energy.

At this moment, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of Yang Changan's mouth. He suddenly picked up the book, opened it with a "splash", and then closed it with a "splash", instantly locking the little ghost's sharp mouth firmly.

"Ahhh..." A series of shrill screams suddenly came out of the little ghost's mouth. The ghost's facial features transformed by the black air had been distorted and turned into a ball of black air again. The ghost's mouth was locked by the "State of the Gods". Under the erosion of the great energy, it quickly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Yang Changan quietly glanced at the black air huddled in the corner of the wall. Although its facial features were gone, Yang Changan could feel its pain from the violently shaking black air.
To be continued...