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Wang Qian shook his head and ignored the monk.
After playing for a while, the monk felt bored and got up. However, as soon as the monk got up, the piano began to play by himself. A strange and cold music poured out of the piano.
Wang Qian was upset when he heard the song. He got a handprint and angrily scolded: "exorcism and enchantment! Be as urgent as law
Bang! It's a big noise.
Wang Qian's fingerprints hit the piano, where there seems to be an air flow was dispersed by Wang Qian, and then the room was quiet again.
This is a three story villa with a basement and three floors above ground.
Wang Qian and the monk came to the second floor through the stairs. It's very simple. There are several bedrooms.
Looking at the luxurious bed in the bedroom, the monk was shocked and said, "brother Qian, I'm afraid these furniture alone are worth a million."
Wang Qian nodded. In the corridor on the second floor, there were some world-famous paintings, one of which was Edward Munch's cry. This picture is very strange, twisted lines, twisted figures.
The face was more like a skeleton, showing the most frightening expression, everything seemed strange and inexplicable.
At this time, the monk also came over and saw the "shout" on the wall. He asked strangely, "brother Qian, who painted this? Why is it so ugly? It's good to see that there are paintings hanging in the corridor, and those who look at them are confused. "
Wang Qian agreed with the monk.
"This painting may not have a certain level of appreciation, and we can't see what's good about it."
It's obvious that Wang Qian and monk don't have that kind of appreciation level. In this weird villa, such a strange painting is really hard for people to like.
Just as they draw their eyes back from the painting, the protagonist in the painting suddenly shows a strange smile. Looking at the back of Wang Qian and the monk, they seem to be full of murders and coldness.
However, at the moment when the characters in the painting smile, Wang Qian feels a sense of Yin coming out of the painting.
Before Wang Qian made a move, he saw the monk suddenly turn around and yell, "get out of here!"
This sound is very loud, Wang Qian's eyes can clearly see that the strange and inexplicable figure in the painting was roared by the monk, the cold on his face disappeared, has become fear.
The monk was more proud of Wang Qian said: "brother qian'er, you see this is called the lion roar of Buddhism."
Wang Qian didn't pay any attention to the ugly guy. He went to the stairs on the third floor. All the places in the villa were well decorated, except the staircase on the second floor leading to the third floor with an iron door.
There is a key on the iron door, but Wang Qian finds that he can't open it anyway.
"There's something strange behind the door." Wang Qian thought of it for the first time.
"The monk knocked the door open."
When the monk heard Wang Qian's words, he saw that there was no zombie in the house. He was brave and didn't hesitate to bump forward. Bang! The door was knocked open.
The scenery on the third floor also caught Wang Qian's eyes.
Different from the luxurious decoration on the first floor and the second floor, the decoration on the third floor is very casual, with an old bed and a wardrobe. It's all over the third floor. You can see that no one has been on the third floor for a long time. The dust in the room made the monk sneeze several times.
"Brother Qian Er, there is only one cabinet and one bed in this room, and there is no partition. It's really weird." Said the monk.
When I came to the white shadow on the third floor, I could see the strange relationship between the white shadow and the white shadow.
The ghost air in the room makes the sun seem a lot lighter.
"Is it a ghost cultivation who cultivates his level?" Wang Qian guessed in his heart.
There is only one wardrobe in the house that can hide people. Wang Qian and the monk walked to the overcoat cabinet in a few steps. This is an old wardrobe. It looks like it was made in the 1970s and 1980s. The wood is genuine. Although the style is old, the wood has no sign of deformation.
Wang Qian opened the cupboard door, and the stale air came to his face. Wang Qian took the monk back.
There was a bloody coat in the wardrobe. Suddenly, strange voices came from Wang Qian and the monk's ears,
"I'm so miserable..."
"I'm in pain..."
From far to near, from left to right, from high to low.
When Wang Qian and the monk heard this voice, they did not have the slightest fear.
All of a sudden, Wang Qian looked at a dark corner of the room, where there was no sunshine all the year round.
A faint black air coiled there.
Wang Qian sneered and said, "do you want me to pull you out, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Wang Qian's words did not get any response, he took out his own five breath bead, and then injected his own Yang, five breath bead became hot after Wang Qian injected Yang.Wuxizhu began to shine and became a small sun. Under the illumination of wuxizhu, the dim light of the third layer became bright, especially the darkness in the corner. After the illumination of wuxizhu, a white shadow gradually appeared, which was very weak.
This figure has a long hair hanging, can not see her face, a little bit of blood on the white clothes.
When Wang Qian stepped on the seven stars, he became more and more powerful.
When the monk saw the ghost, he felt no fear at all. He took a Buddhist bead out of his pocket and said to Wang Qian, "brother Qian, you don't have to do it. Let me clean it up!"
Wang Qian looked at the monk and ignored him.
After stepping on the Seven Star step, Wang Qian pinched a seal, boom! With a flash of red light in Wang Qian's hand. This print is directly printed on the empty and light figure.
Originally, the illusory figure was still hostile to Wang Qian, but when Wang Qian printed on her, there was only a scream in their ears.
But Wang Qian did not beat the ghost to death, but walked towards her.
Wu Xi Zhu was put aside by Wang Qian, with a burning light, which made the ghost dare not move.
When Wang Qian came to her, there was a golden light in his eyes. He said, "it's not easy for you to become a ghost cultivator, but your strength is very low. It's just a ghost cultivator. If you are willing to submit to me, I won't kill you today."
After hearing Wang Qian's words, the ghost turned her head 360 degrees and turned her face around. That is to say, Wang Qian and the monk have experienced too many things and have not been frightened by this face.
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Wang Qian shook his head and ignored the monk.
After playing for a while, the monk felt bored and got up. However, as soon as the monk got up, the piano began to play by himself. A strange and cold music poured out of the piano.
Wang Qian was upset when he heard the song. He got a handprint and angrily scolded: "exorcism and enchantment! Be as urgent as law
Bang! It's a big noise.
Wang Qian's fingerprints hit the piano, where there seems to be an air flow was dispersed by Wang Qian, and then the room was quiet again.
This is a three story villa with a basement and three floors above ground.
Wang Qian and the monk came to the second floor through the stairs. It's very simple. There are several bedrooms.
Looking at the luxurious bed in the bedroom, the monk was shocked and said, "brother Qian, I'm afraid these furniture alone are worth a million."
Wang Qian nodded. In the corridor on the second floor, there were some world-famous paintings, one of which was Edward Munch's cry. This picture is very strange, twisted lines, twisted figures.
The face was more like a skeleton, showing the most frightening expression, everything seemed strange and inexplicable.
At this time, the monk also came over and saw the "shout" on the wall. He asked strangely, "brother Qian, who painted this? Why is it so ugly? It's good to see that there are paintings hanging in the corridor, and those who look at them are confused. "
Wang Qian agreed with the monk.
"This painting may not have a certain level of appreciation, and we can't see what's good about it."
It's obvious that Wang Qian and monk don't have that kind of appreciation level. In this weird villa, such a strange painting is really hard for people to like.
Just as they draw their eyes back from the painting, the protagonist in the painting suddenly shows a strange smile. Looking at the back of Wang Qian and the monk, they seem to be full of murders and coldness.
However, at the moment when the characters in the painting smile, Wang Qian feels a sense of Yin coming out of the painting.
Before Wang Qian made a move, he saw the monk suddenly turn around and yell, "get out of here!"
This sound is very loud, Wang Qian's eyes can clearly see that the strange and inexplicable figure in the painting was roared by the monk, the cold on his face disappeared, has become fear.
The monk was more proud of Wang Qian said: "brother qian'er, you see this is called the lion roar of Buddhism."
Wang Qian didn't pay any attention to the ugly guy. He went to the stairs on the third floor. All the places in the villa were well decorated, except the staircase on the second floor leading to the third floor with an iron door.
There is a key on the iron door, but Wang Qian finds that he can't open it anyway.
"There's something strange behind the door." Wang Qian thought of it for the first time.
"The monk knocked the door open."
When the monk heard Wang Qian's words, he saw that there was no zombie in the house. He was brave and didn't hesitate to bump forward. Bang! The door was knocked open.
The scenery on the third floor also caught Wang Qian's eyes.
Different from the luxurious decoration on the first floor and the second floor, the decoration on the third floor is very casual, with an old bed and a wardrobe. It's all over the third floor. You can see that no one has been on the third floor for a long time. The dust in the room made the monk sneeze several times.
"Brother Qian Er, there is only one cabinet and one bed in this room, and there is no partition. It's really weird." Said the monk.
When I came to the white shadow on the third floor, I could see the strange relationship between the white shadow and the white shadow.
The ghost air in the room makes the sun seem a lot lighter.
"Is it a ghost cultivation who cultivates his level?" Wang Qian guessed in his heart.
There is only one wardrobe in the house that can hide people. Wang Qian and the monk walked to the overcoat cabinet in a few steps. This is an old wardrobe. It looks like it was made in the 1970s and 1980s. The wood is genuine. Although the style is old, the wood has no sign of deformation.
Wang Qian opened the cupboard door, and the stale air came to his face. Wang Qian took the monk back.
There was a bloody coat in the wardrobe. Suddenly, strange voices came from Wang Qian and the monk's ears,
"I'm so miserable..."
"I'm in pain..."
From far to near, from left to right, from high to low.
When Wang Qian and the monk heard this voice, they did not have the slightest fear.
All of a sudden, Wang Qian looked at a dark corner of the room, where there was no sunshine all the year round.
A faint black air coiled there.
Wang Qian sneered and said, "do you want me to pull you out, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Wang Qian's words did not get any response, he took out his own five breath bead, and then injected his own Yang, five breath bead became hot after Wang Qian injected Yang.Wuxizhu began to shine and became a small sun. Under the illumination of wuxizhu, the dim light of the third layer became bright, especially the darkness in the corner. After the illumination of wuxizhu, a white shadow gradually appeared, which was very weak.
This figure has a long hair hanging, can not see her face, a little bit of blood on the white clothes.
When Wang Qian stepped on the seven stars, he became more and more powerful.
When the monk saw the ghost, he felt no fear at all. He took a Buddhist bead out of his pocket and said to Wang Qian, "brother Qian, you don't have to do it. Let me clean it up!"
Wang Qian looked at the monk and ignored him.
After stepping on the Seven Star step, Wang Qian pinched a seal, boom! With a flash of red light in Wang Qian's hand. This print is directly printed on the empty and light figure.
Originally, the illusory figure was still hostile to Wang Qian, but when Wang Qian printed on her, there was only a scream in their ears.
But Wang Qian did not beat the ghost to death, but walked towards her.
Wu Xi Zhu was put aside by Wang Qian, with a burning light, which made the ghost dare not move.
When Wang Qian came to her, there was a golden light in his eyes. He said, "it's not easy for you to become a ghost cultivator, but your strength is very low. It's just a ghost cultivator. If you are willing to submit to me, I won't kill you today."
After hearing Wang Qian's words, the ghost turned her head 360 degrees and turned her face around. That is to say, Wang Qian and the monk have experienced too many things and have not been frightened by this face.
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Wang Qian shook his head and ignored the monk. After playing for a while, the monk felt bored and got up. However, as soon as the monk got up, the piano began to play by himself. A strange and cold music poured out of the piano. Wang Qian was upset when he heard the song. He got a handprint and angrily scolded: "exorcism and enchantment! Be as urgent as law Bang! It's a big noise. Wang Qian's fingerprints hit the piano, where there seems to be an air flow was dispersed by Wang Qian, and then the room was quiet again. This is a three story villa with a basement and three floors above ground. Wang Qian and the monk came to the second floor through the stairs. It's very simple. There are several bedrooms. Looking at the luxurious bed in the bedroom, the monk was shocked and said, "brother Qian, I'm afraid these furniture alone are worth a million." Wang Qian nodded. In the corridor on the second floor, there were some world-famous paintings, one of which was Edward Munch's cry. This picture is very strange, twisted lines, twisted figures. The face was more like a skeleton, showing the most frightening expression, everything seemed strange and inexplicable. At this time, the monk also came over and saw the "shout" on the wall. He asked strangely, "brother Qian, who painted this? Why is it so ugly? It's good to see that there are paintings hanging in the corridor, and those who look at them are confused. " Wang Qian agreed with the monk. "This painting may not have a certain level of appreciation, and we can't see what's good about it." It's obvious that Wang Qian and monk don't have that kind of appreciation level. In this weird villa, such a strange painting is really hard for people to like. Just as they draw their eyes back from the painting, the protagonist in the painting suddenly shows a strange smile. Looking at the back of Wang Qian and the monk, they seem to be full of murders and coldness. However, at the moment when the characters in the painting smile, Wang Qian feels a sense of Yin coming out of the painting. Before Wang Qian made a move, he saw the monk suddenly turn around and yell, "get out of here!" This sound is very loud, Wang Qian's eyes can clearly see that the strange and inexplicable figure in the painting was roared by the monk, the cold on his face disappeared, has become fear. The monk was more proud of Wang Qian said: "brother qian'er, you see this is called the lion roar of Buddhism." Wang Qian didn't pay any attention to the ugly guy. He went to the stairs on the third floor. All the places in the villa were well decorated, except the staircase on the second floor leading to the third floor with an iron door. There is a key on the iron door, but Wang Qian finds that he can't open it anyway. "There's something strange behind the door." Wang Qian thought of it for the first time. "The monk knocked the door open." When the monk heard Wang Qian's words, he saw that there was no zombie in the house. He was brave and didn't hesitate to bump forward. Bang! The door was knocked open. The scenery on the third floor also caught Wang Qian's eyes. Different from the luxurious decoration on the first floor and the second floor, the decoration on the third floor is very casual, with an old bed and a wardrobe. It's all over the third floor. You can see that no one has been on the third floor for a long time. The dust in the room made the monk sneeze several times. "Brother Qian Er, there is only one cabinet and one bed in this room, and there is no partition. It's really weird." Said the monk. When I came to the white shadow on the third floor, I could see the strange relationship between the white shadow and the white shadow. The ghost air in the room makes the sun seem a lot lighter. "Is it a ghost cultivation who cultivates his level?" Wang Qian guessed in his heart. There is only one wardrobe in the house that can hide people. Wang Qian and the monk walked to the overcoat cabinet in a few steps. This is an old wardrobe. It looks like it was made in the 1970s and 1980s. The wood is genuine. Although the style is old, the wood has no sign of deformation. Wang Qian opened the cupboard door, and the stale air came to his face. Wang Qian took the monk back. There was a bloody coat in the wardrobe. Suddenly, strange voices came from Wang Qian and the monk's ears, "I'm so miserable..." "I'm in pain..." From far to near, from left to right, from high to low. When Wang Qian and the monk heard this voice, they did not have the slightest fear. All of a sudden, Wang Qian looked at a dark corner of the room, where there was no sunshine all the year round. A faint black air coiled there. Wang Qian sneered and said, "do you want me to pull you out, or do you want to do it yourself?" Wang Qian's words did not get any response, he took out his own five breath bead, and then injected his own Yang, five breath bead became hot after Wang Qian injected Yang.Wuxizhu began to shine and became a small sun. Under the illumination of wuxizhu, the dim light of the third layer became bright, especially the darkness in the corner. After the illumination of wuxizhu, a white shadow gradually appeared, which was very weak. This figure has a long hair hanging, can not see her face, a little bit of blood on the white clothes. When Wang Qian stepped on the seven stars, he became more and more powerful. When the monk saw the ghost, he felt no fear at all. He took a Buddhist bead out of his pocket and said to Wang Qian, "brother Qian, you don't have to do it. Let me clean it up!" Wang Qian looked at the monk and ignored him. After stepping on the Seven Star step, Wang Qian pinched a seal, boom! With a flash of red light in Wang Qian's hand. This print is directly printed on the empty and light figure. Originally, the illusory figure was still hostile to Wang Qian, but when Wang Qian printed on her, there was only a scream in their ears. But Wang Qian did not beat the ghost to death, but walked towards her. Wu Xi Zhu was put aside by Wang Qian, with a burning light, which made the ghost dare not move. When Wang Qian came to her, there was a golden light in his eyes. He said, "it's not easy for you to become a ghost cultivator, but your strength is very low. It's just a ghost cultivator. If you are willing to submit to me, I won't kill you today." After hearing Wang Qian's words, the ghost turned her head 360 degrees and turned her face around. That is to say, Wang Qian and the monk have experienced too many things and have not been frightened by this face. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
