Vol 3 Chapter 876: Blood ghost

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Xing Fang was busy: "Miss, these people are very strange. With our means, I am afraid that I can't cope with them. Let Han and Han come out soon, she will have a way."
Xia Yuanqiu is doing this. These people don't look like living people, just like the dead bodies controlled by evil spirits after death.
During the wave, Han Niang appeared in front of everyone, He Zhiguang glimpsed, the eyes were incredibly suspicious, busy: "Han Niang, how dare you leave the dungeon without authorization, don't you fear that I can kill my fingers and kill Is your daughter?"
Han Niang’s eyelids are slightly moving, one eye is black, and one eye is white. This is the appearance of Yin and Yang’s eyes when they are yin and yang. Han Niang’s eyes sweep over He Qiguang, sweeping those black people who look like dead people, waiting for the color to return to normal. She suddenly smiled and smiled very sadly: "Deplorable and sad. Over the years, the good-looking Forgot Valley has been held in your hands by people. It is ridiculous."
At this time, a maid dressed in the same way as the child of the child, rushed to the side, and whispered to the side of He Guangguang.
He Qiguang’s face changed greatly, his eyes flickered, and he said:
You have already taken away the dead girl. I said that with the mother’s temper, how could I leave the dungeon privately!

When she mentioned her daughter, Han Niang stopped her smile and looked sad and resentful. She thought of the scene when she saw her daughter. It was so thin and bruised. She was hiding and seeing people. Even the mother didn’t know anything. In the past five years, she has What kind of life? She was so sad that she couldn’t immediately smash the corpse of He Qiguang.
"He Qiguang, today, we should calculate the account." Han Niang's eyes changed into black and white binocular again, the hand was lightly lifted, and there was a word in his mouth.
He Qiguang’s face changed slightly, and the hand holding the umbrella shook slightly. He gnawed his teeth:
When you fight with me in the daytime, what kind of hero? If you really want to compete with me, don’t fight again in the night, how? ?"
Han Niang said: "He Qiguang, are you old-fashioned stupid? Do not pick up you in the blue sky, but also wait for the night when your skill is greatly increased, and then you will lose both of you? Your life, but I cherish very much, My daughter is waiting for me to take care of her."
When the words fall, Han Niang’s hand waved, and a light curtain with countless inscriptions fluttered to He Qiguang.
He Qiguang lifted his umbrella and quickly retreated, avoiding the attack of the light curtain.
And the light curtain, after a hit, did not pursue any more light, but turned around and rushed to the black-eyed people who were dull.
The men in black are slow to move, and they are surrounded by light curtains.
The inscriptions on the light curtains were printed on them, causing them to make painful screams.
He Qiguang was shocked. These ‘people’, but they cost a lot of blood and blood to synthesize the corpse, and they must not let Han Niang’s monk ruin.
He Qiguang suddenly bite his finger, and the finger overflows with black blood. When the finger is shot, the black blood will hit the black man's body. Those inscriptions that radiate the golden light will be dissipated by the black blood.
Han Niang’s eyes are slightly stunned and pointed:
He Qiguang, you have been raising blood with ghosts, no wonder it will become such a virtue that is not human.

The blood of a person is bright red, and the ghost is bloodless. He Zhiguang uses blood to raise ghosts, and the ghost gradually merges with him, and his human blood is also invaded by evil spirits into black blood.
He Qiguang said: "What is it? I was born sick and weak. If you don't continue this life, do you think I can live to the present?"