Chapter 412: Buddhism(19)

This sounded creepy.
A fluttering sentence, from far to near, seemed like a magic sound piercing his ears, making Fu Yue's back instantly cool.
It gave people a feeling as if they were being stared at by some cold and sticky animal.
Fu Yue clenched Fan Xiu's hand subconsciously, her heart beat, she turned around abruptly and looked at the source of the sound.
What I saw was the little girl she met before.
Fu Yue: "!"
The monk's clean and white fingers were clenched, and his eyebrows flashed unnaturally. Intuition told him that he should not have such physical contact with a female demon.
But Fu Yue's performance was not a bit ambiguous. She held his hand tightly only because of pure fear. If he behaved too unnaturally, it would appear too fussy.
Brahma is in entanglement.
The tips of the monk's white ears were a little red, and he clenched the prayer beads in his other hand, meditating in his heart the clear heart mantra that he was so familiar with.
At this time, the Vatican hadn't realized that his attitude towards this banshee seemed to be too indulgent, and there was no indifference that would usually be a thousand miles away.
Fu Yue looked at the so-called female ghost opposite, and the smile on her face froze.
Ghost... This is really a ghost! ! !
Forcibly resisting the urge to run away, Fu Yue silently hid behind Fanxiu, clutching his sleeves, and then asked the little girl, "What are you looking for?"
Brahma: "?"
Looking along Fu Yue's line of sight, what he saw was an empty street with no half-person figure at all.
Reminiscing about what he just said to Fu Yue, the monk's beautiful eyebrows suddenly became cold, and he asked Fu Yue in a low voice: "Is she here?"
Fu Yue nodded.
The little girl was sitting on a half-low dirt wall, and the clothes she was wearing were a bit tattered. There were no shoes on her feet, which were shaking.
There seemed to be some dark red marks on her feet. From a distance, it might be blood.
The little girl tilted her head, looked at Fu Yue suspiciously, and looked at Fu Yue with her black and white eyes. She wondered: "Sister seems to be afraid of me?"
Being stared at by such a pair of black trembling eyes, normal people would be a little bit startled.
Fu Yue smiled and said, "It's okay."
The little girl jumped off the low wall.
If I was not careful, my foot seemed to be broken.
Fu Yue heard the crisp sound of the coffee very clearly, even if it was for a long time, it was strangely permeating, and it looked very clear in the empty alley.
The little girl lowered her head questioningly, glanced at her foot, which was obviously twisted into an abnormal arc, she just glanced at it casually, and then raised her hand to break her foot.
Until the arc of the foot becomes normal.
She patted her skirt with satisfaction, her appearance was a bit cheerful, her pale and weird face was abnormally thin.
Seeing such a weird scene.
Fu Yue had soft feet.
She is not afraid of everything, but she is really afraid of ghosts! !
Feeling the fear of Fu Yue, Fan Xiu narrowed his narrow eyes. He raised his wide sleeves and blocked Fu Yue in front of him, acting like a protector. Then he followed her gaze and said lightly. Lips.
"Are you the creator of this illusion?"
Although I can't see the existence of this female ghost.
But Fan Xiu was still calm and unchanging in front of the landslide, his eyes were cold and clear, and his eyes were as pure as snow.
"What are your intentions when you create this illusion?"