My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 980: The powerful enemy approaches

Qiao Mu could not laugh or cry, was she despised by a little ghost?

"What else did Master Kongyin say?"

"Master said that ghosts are the place where resentment meets, and they are born with evil powers. Oh, there used to be a charmer who had killed villagers in an attempt to create ghosts in order to practice a kind of forbidden technique called Xuanyin Charm. "

Qiaomu nodded understandingly, "I see. I haven't learned the magical charms yet."

"It's no wonder you're ignorant." The young monk sighed pretentiously.

Qiaomu's small mouth twitched slightly, and when he raised his hand, he rubbed a hand on his little bald head. "Speak well, and don't allow strange yin and yang."

"Daughter, do you really not see the ghost?" The young monk pointed his finger forward.

"can not see."

It was strange that Qiaomu could not see the ghost.

After all, the little monk opened her eyes.

These ghosts are not too beautiful, it doesn't matter if you can't see them.

As the two talked, they heard the sound of a rustling noise in the rubble in front of them, and moved slightly.

Suddenly an ugly corpse with one leg and one hand jumped out from inside, almost all the flesh on the body was rotten, and it felt like a bone rack was moving.

"Wow!" The little monk reached out his hands subconsciously, and pinched his neck.

The next moment, as soon as Qiao Mu raised his arm, a black arrow blasted the bone corpse directly and flew out, landing heavily on the ground.

As soon as she took a shot, her headshot killed her, and it was impossible for the corpse to get up again.

Qiaomu lowered the Wulian crossbow in his hand, and looked at the corpse with a slight look.

After many years, she could not recognize who this person was.

Maybe, even if he recognized it, he would still shoot him.

Arbor pursed her lips and did not speak again.

After paying more attention to the surroundings, I saw that there were no more movements, so I moved forward.

After so many years, it is estimated that villages such as Weijia Village, which is close to Qiaotou Village, have also fled, and the corpses have almost left this barren area and went for food.

"Women, did you live here before?" The young monk asked her softly around her neck, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, don't talk." Qiaomu hugged the child and walked towards the direction of Mount Lan.

Along the way, we can see the misery of Qiaotou Village.

Most of the villagers should have fled. Those who had broken bodies did not become corpses, but gathered because of their grievances, and became ghosts in the mouth of the little monk.

"If my brothers didn't go out for a swim, they could help the villagers here." The little monk said mutteringly.

Qiao Mu ignored him, hugged him and Qingye all the way, and walked towards Qilan Mountain.

Although she had not returned for many years, she still remembered some trails.

Qiaomu took the short path all the way to the stone forest, looked around, "Is there nothing found?"

The little monk shook his head.

"Should you use this scared dagger first to open this inheritance?" Qiao Mu murmured to himself.

Jinghong flew out of her knowledge area, hovering above her head.

Suddenly, a cyan figure slid across the air and stretched out a huge palm to grab Hong Hong's dagger.

"Look for death." Qiao Mu's eyes moved, and he threw his hands and threw several hidden devices.

The dark wind struck, and the giant palm shrank.

Arbor's eyes were cold and he looked intently.

(End of this chapter)