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The Case of the Cat Ghost Chapter 12: Hundred Ghosts Travel at Night, Immortals Borrow Soldiers

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    With one order, all generals will attack.

    Ghost Qi was surrounded by golden soldiers, unable to escape left and right.

    Countless long swords were picked up, piercing the ghost aura, and the ghost aura screamed, transforming into the ghost's original form.

    The female ghost was locked in the center of the golden soldier and could not move.

    All of her skin has been peeled off, and the carrion and veins inside are so clear.  On the face that should have been jade like pearls, two eyeballs protruded, which was extremely terrifying and gloomy.  The female ghost was dressed in white, and her clothes were stained with turbid and coagulated black blood, making them extremely dirty.

    The female ghost looked at Shen Cong who was walking slowly, and her sharp voice was like a sword rubbing, harsh and unpleasant: "They kill me, skin me, sell my internal organs, and I will kill them, skin them, and eat their internal organs  , why don't you catch them, why is it so unfair!"

    "The way of heaven is just. I will never let a hypocritical person go, and I will never let a ghost who does evil go. If you have grievances, you can appeal to the City God. If you violate the commandment of killing and kill innocent people indiscriminately, no matter how much grievance you have  , I am not forgiving."

    Shen Cong stared at the female ghost coldly, "This is not the reason for you to kill."

    After the sound fell, he waved his sleeves, and the golden soldier turned into a long light and fell into the female ghost's body, and the female ghost turned into black mist and dispersed.

    "Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the second-rank Bingxiang ghost, and getting a second-rank random Taoist talisman!"

    After absorbing the breath of the female ghost, the mechanical sound of the system echoed in his mind. Shen Cong ignored it, dispelled the void formation, and looked at the formation in front of which the light was gradually fading, his eyes slightly dazed.

    Prostitutes, the so-called low-class people, are like birds in cages all their lives, longing for freedom, but they have nothing to do all their lives.

    The hundreds of ghosts here are all the souls of prostitutes after death.  The large number shows the cruel methods of the people behind Huamanlou.

    "Do my best to avenge you."

    Putting away the folding fan, Shen Cong took out three incense sticks from the Qiankun bag, brushed them over and lit them, and stuck them on the ground.

    The seal has been broken, and the souls of hundreds of ghosts return to the underworld.

    Long incense to see you off, there is no return date.

    He looked at the completely silent Huamanlou, pursed his lips, turned his head and walked out.

    He ordered He Qi to escort everyone in the building away, and after the people dispersed, Shen Cong wanted to follow.

    With a sway of his body, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

    Stretching out his hand to wipe away the blood stains on his lips, Shen Cong pinned the jade-faced keel fan back to his waist, and rubbed between his brows wearily.

    A single borrowing of soldiers consumed most of his physical strength.  Huiyuan Danna and other pills should be left to the soldiers in the future.

    Forget it, the Ming Dynasty will retrial.

    Shen Cong stepped out in one step, riding the halo back to the mansion, and just after he stepped into the mansion, he noticed a different kind of strange aura.

    It came from the east wing.

    Gu Jiuling!

    Shen Cong's pupils shrank, he took off the folding fan at his waist and stepped out quickly.

    East Wing Room, Wuwang Pavilion.

    Standing on the eaves in white clothes, holding a three-foot long sword, he stared blankly at the rotten cat demon in front of him with empty eyes.

    Gu Jiuling's hands trembled slightly, and blood flowed like rain at the handle of his fingertips, dripping down.

    The cat demon moved suddenly.

    A sword pierced into the cat demon's abdomen, and before Gu Jiuling could draw it back, he felt a hand behind him pulling him over.

    "If Master Hou thinks your hands are not precious, sell them to a butcher."

    Shen Cong pushed Gu Jiuling behind him, unfolded his jade-faced fan, and slapped the cat demon with his palm. When it dodged, he drew back his long sword and threw it back.

    Gu Jiuling caught the long sword, and there was a burning pain from his wrist.  He lowered his eyes and lifted his palms, a trace of black air was glowing from the wound on his wrist.

    Just now, this place was injured by the sharp claws of the cat demon.

    "Fighting battles, come!"

    There was a burst of qi and blood in his heart, Shen Cong squinted his eyes and slapped his palm on the eaves, and the formation of folding fans suddenly appeared.  Nine Dragons melted into locks, and the cat demon was firmly bound in it.

    The strange sound of the flute sounded suddenly.

    The cat demon was restless for a while, seeing that he could not escape, he simply killed himself.  It suddenly approached the formation, and the golden fire rose from the ground, instantly burning the cat demon to powder.

    The sound of the flute falls, and the formation disperses.

    "Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing Ding Xiang's third-rank cat ghost and obtaining a first-rank healing pill."

    The breath was absorbed into the sea of ??consciousness, Shen Cong took out the pill, and handed it back: "Be careful with your life, if it is gone in my palace, I will not be able to wash it off even if I jump into the Yellow River."

    Gu Jiuling hesitated for a moment, took the elixir and swallowed it, and the pain on the palm disappeared completely.

    The two jumped off the eaves together.

    Shen CongWith a flick of her lips, a trace of blood spilled from her lips.

    Excessive mana, counterattack viscera.

    This is the disadvantage of low cultivation.

    "Your highness has caused trouble to me, please forgive me." Gu Jiuling clasped his sword in his hands, his cold eyes filled with guilt.

    Shen Cong's eyes moved.

    It's rare that the young prince with a paralyzed face can still show a human look.

    "Little Marquis, please allow me to be abrupt. Who taught you your martial arts?" Shen Cong waved his hand, casually wiped the blood on his lips, after running for a week to calm down a little, he fixedly looked at the former.

    "It's all passed down by my father."

    Do you want to wait in Dingguo?

    Thinking back to what he saw in the Miemen case that day, Shen Cong concluded that Gu Yuanjia had concealed some secrets of the Houfu.

    These things may be related to Gu Jiuling's life experience.

    And, he has a looming seal of immortality and magic.

    "Being able to share the same level with the cat ghost shows that the young master has great martial arts. It seems that the reputation of a tiger general is not in vain." Shen Cong laughed, and suddenly approached Gu Jiuling, bowed his head and said in a low voice, "Don't move, I will write you a  A life-saving talisman."

    He stretched out his sleeve robe, and with his hand stained with blood from the corner of his mouth, he pulled Gu Jiuling's long and slender hand in the sleeve robe, and quickly wrote a talisman in his palm.  The talisman shone for a while, and then disappeared into Gu Jiuling's body.

    Gu Jiuling froze.

    In the cool eyes, the light was ups and downs, flickering and flickering.

    After the talisman was completed, Shen Cong backed away, and found that there was a strange blush on the base of the young master's ears, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

    "Enough watching the theater, do you want me to ask you to go away?" He looked at Gu Jiuling, but opened his lips coldly pointing to something else.

    For some unknown reason, this voice spread ten miles away.

    A willow tree stands alone.

    Under the strip, stood a young man in a cloak and a ghost face.  The young master lowered his hands slowly, and a black flute suddenly appeared under the moonlight.

    Hearing this voice, the son raised a pair of extraordinarily deep and enchanting eyes, and looked towards the Qin Palace.

    "The blood shocks cats and ghosts, and they are evenly divided." He licked the corners of his lips, and the light in his eyes flashed away, as if a falcon stared at its prey and let it run leisurely and lazily.

    Really interesting.

    Brother Gongzi blew a whistle, and the nearby trees scurried, a black cat as strong as a tiger and leopard jumped out, and landed obediently in front of Brother Gongzi.

    "Let's go, go meet the next master." The young master stroked the head of the black cat, jumped up onto the eaves, and hid in the darkness.

    The black cat bowed and jumped, and quickly climbed up to the eaves without hearing a sound.  It followed behind the young man unhurriedly, a pair of green cat eyes shining faintly in the night.

    The city of Chang'an gradually became quiet, and everything seemed to be quiet again.
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