Chapter 82 Put him in the tank!
Yu Que staggered.
The next moment, a scream came from the ancestral hall, but it was not from him.
"What's going on! Who are you?"
Mr. Fu turned into black smoke. It wanted to get into Yu Que's head, but it jumped out of it in shock, as if he had encountered a ghost.
At this time, a sneer came from Yu Que's mouth:
"Grandpa Fu, I am the junior."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Mr. Fu's ghost body hard, preventing it from completely getting out of his head.
At this moment, Mr. Fu couldn't break free and could only wrap around Yu Que, struggling like a wallow.
"Thief! Where did you hide my grandson!"
Seeing that he couldn't escape for a while, Mr. Fu looked fierce and simply pounced on Yu Que again, trying to tear him to pieces.
Woohoo! Waves of ghostly cries rang out, and the household gods bound by the beast also howled and pounced on Yu Que.
There was a stabbing sound, and the arm that Yu Que was holding was torn off by the beast on the spot, and then torn into pieces by the group of ghosts.
But after his arm was broken, not a drop of blood appeared on his body, and his expression was neither frightened nor painful.
There was just a burst of smoke, and Yu Que's face was distorted, sometimes dull, sometimes vivid, not resembling a living person.
He smiled strangely: "Old beast, do you really believe that I will come to you in person tonight?"
At this time, Mr. Nafu looked at Yu Que's severed arm and saw only the broken and flying hair.
It looked frightened and angry, and shouted:
"It's a puppet! How brave you are to use a puppet to fool me."
It turned out that Yu Que who rushed to the ancestral hall was not his physical body at all, but that he used the method of falling into a dream to sleep in his physical body and attached his thoughts to the body of the life-saving puppet, so he dared to come to the meeting alone.
This was also the reason why Mr. Fu got into his head just now, but suddenly jumped away with a scream.
Yu Que's physical body is not here, this old guy is taking over a bird's nest!
"Hmph! There's no rush." Mr. Fu exclaimed, then turned to smile ferociously:
"You have a puppet here. I will hook your soul and bring it to your body. Haha, your body belongs to me as well."
When the one-armed Yu Que heard this, the smile on his face became even weirder.
"Old beast, I'm not even a ninth-grade immortal. How can I possess someone with just my magic power?"
He stared at the other person, his eyes were bloodshot and white, and his face began to distort.
I saw a pair of even whiter little hands, protruding from his eyes, growing in the wind, and suddenly grabbed Mr. Fu in front of him.
Such a weird scene.
Mr. Nafu was also startled. It wanted to avoid it, but a pressure filled the ancestral hall, making the ghost body stiff and unable to move for a moment.
The white hands in Yu Que's eyes were like holding flowers, and he easily caught the ghost body of this beast.
There was a burst of sissy laughter in the ancestral hall:
"Good boy, let's ask my aunt to take action. I just said you can't handle it alone."
Yu Que's expression sometimes became charming and colorful, and sometimes returned to expression, as if his temperament was split, and he said to himself:
"Madam Fire Eyes! But I don't have to delay watching the show. If I can get rid of the ghosts by myself, why bother Madam anymore?"
You know, although he is using a trick to send his life-saving puppets out, once the president's wife takes action, she will have to consume a lot of incense and essence every moment. The more drastic the method, the more consumed it will be. big.
And if the president's wife swallows this old guy accidentally, it would be such a waste.
Yu Que said loudly: "Madam, please help me catch this beast, and let the juniors try it again!"
After finishing his words, he controlled his broken body, rolled on the ground, and used one arm to hold the eighth-grade military horse pot in his hand again.
He poured his consciousness into the military jar, stared at the controlled old ghost of the Fu family in front of him, and recited the incantation:
"The old ghost is confused, the soldiers and horses are in disgrace. How can I be afraid when I am alone in the cold, bitter and hot."
As he spoke, Yu Que's face became ferocious. He actually bit off his own tongue and sprayed it at the old ghost:
"Your Majesty, old ghost of the Fu family, hurry up and get into my jar and serve as my soldiers!"
呲呲.
A strand of hair flew out from the remaining gap and wrapped around Mr. Fu. The scent of incense was strong and rooted in the old ghost's body, dragging it into the military jar.
The eighth-grade military jar also made a clanging sound, as if impatient.
"No! No..." Mr. Fu shouted, struggling with all his strength.
But under the restraint of those white arms, it had no power to resist at all.
Even if Yu Que hadn't wanted to capture it personally, it doubted that Bai Shengsheng's arm could tear it apart with just a slight movement of his arm.
The old ghost screamed, and his body involuntarily moved inch by inch towards the military horse jar.
Suddenly, it finally woke up: "Youshen! You still have a seventh-grade Youshen in your body?!"
The expression on Yu Que's face changed, and he smiled charmingly:
"The old guy is quite knowledgeable. He can tell the clues just by looking at my aunt's hands. Do you want to play tricks with me? If you say yes, my aunt will not let that boy put you in the jar."< br>
In the crisis of life and death, Mr. Fu's expression changed and his madness faded.
The next moment, a look of determination appeared on its face.
Mr. Fu smiled ferociously and said: "Is that a wandering god? I'm not a bad guy, he's also a seventh-grade wandering god!"
It allowed its body to be swallowed inch by inch by Yu Que, turned its head to look to its side, and roared:
"Children and ancestors, please give me a helping hand."
Creak, creak, creak!
In front of Yu Que, the beast opened its mouth and sucked in one of its family gods into its mouth. Instead of storing it in its body, it gritted its teeth and grinded it to absorb its essence, merge it with the Yin God, and transform into its own body.
At this moment, Mr. Fu couldn't get away, and he no longer cared about all kinds of plans, so he chose to be promoted to the seventh rank before the battle!
Yu Que's face twisted and he made a sissy scream:
"Hehe, don't you want my aunt to take action? If it becomes the seventh grade, your jar may not be able to hold it."
But as Yu Que's expression changed, the consciousness that belonged to him remained silent and just photographed the old ghost.
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Not only that, if someone looks closely at his eyes, they will find that although his eyes are solemn, they reveal a long-awaited joy.
"Old ghost, you covet my body, and I also covet you."
Although the Yin God of the Xian Family at the upper level of the eighth rank is rare and valuable, it is nowhere comparable to the Yin God of the Xian Family at the seventh rank!
Yu Que sat back and watched the old ghost devouring the family god, remaining indifferent and just casting spells to contain him.
Until the other party finished eating the eight family gods and only the last one was left.
Fujin's Yin Shen has not yet been completely surrendered by the other party, and his consciousness is still there.
The man shouted: "Save me, Yu Que! Save me!"
The patriarch Fu Jin looked desperate and begged.
Yu Que's eyes suddenly flickered, and he remembered that the other party had tipped him off and shouted to him to "leave quickly".
But his gaze only wavered for a moment, that's all.
Because he didn't dare to forget that his cousin was almost kidnapped, and that he personally killed the other party's mother-in-law and the other party's son, these major events.
With such deep hatred, how could Yu Que dare to test people's hearts at the expense of his own uncles, aunts, and others? How could he know that the other party's goodwill today was not a false sentiment?
So he looked at Fu Jin and said with a calm smile:
"Uncle, your father wants to eat you now, not the younger generation who wants to kill you.
You asked the wrong person. ”
After the words fell, Yu Que saw that there was no longer any obstruction from Mr. Fu's family spirit around him.
He was holding the military horse pot, his body was shaking, and he stepped on the Gang Steps. He made the Tiangang Steps fierce and sharp, assisting the military horse pot to capture the opponent.
As for Fu Jin's evil spirit, he fell into Mr. Fu's mouth. Looking at Yu Que's cold eyes, his mind was filled with thoughts, and he thought of all kinds of things in a daze.
At the last moment before his death, this man was filled with hatred. He resented why he didn't think about resisting his father until his death, and why he didn't dare to go to the official in person until he died!
"Dad!!" Fu Jin screamed miserably.
Giggle.
Mr. Fu, on the other hand, had a look of madness on his face as he kept chewing up his son's Yinshen and refining it into his body. It was still whining and laughing:
"Good boy, good boy, daddy loves you..."
Gulu!
The beast's eyes widened, and it finally swallowed all the nine family gods in one breath.
The aura on its body continued to expand, making the white and tender arms holding it tremble for a moment.
But the next moment, when its breath changed from black to yellow.
Yu Que had hands growing out of his eyes, hair growing out of his mouth, and his expression was cruel.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, and as his body shook, he suddenly transformed into a palm-sized villain. His magic power receded, and his true form was revealed.
Immediately afterwards.
This palm-sized villain chuckled. It neither ran away nor pounced, but instead took the initiative to hit the eighth-grade soldier and horse jar on the ground.
Mr. Fu, who was in a state of madness, his face froze with joy, suddenly became frightened, and said in a sharp voice:
"No!!"
The jar of soldiers and horses was seen shaking, the lid was opened, and the hair puppet was submerged into it. The remaining half of Mr. Fu's body was caught by the white hands on the hair puppet, and was also submerged into it.
There was a clang sound and the lid of the jar was completely closed.
All of a sudden.
It became unusually quiet inside Fu's ancestral hall, with not even a hint of wind.
There was black ash all over the ground, among several coffins and corpses.
The remaining military jar was still trembling, and the Ganoderma lucidum on it was slowly squirming like a worm...
(End of chapter)