unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 140 Massacre
Before he finished speaking, countless snake shadows crawled out from under Old Phoenix's feet and swallowed them.

This was a part of the Yin Snake that was discarded before being swallowed by the Qingju Cauldron. The paper happened to be swallowed by it and fell on her body.

The weather is too hot and people have completely lost their patience. Only by raising spiritual animals can we get physical and mental pleasure.

In their eyes, people are dispensable.

Soon, the entire Xu family was awakened, and even Xu Mo was carried out. They had witnessed the ferocity and toughness of the old Phoenix, and now they were standing together, even their legs were weak.

Wanlan Sect has completely torn off its hypocritical face.

A night owl landed on his shoulder, cooing twice, as if conveying some news.

"It turns out I've attracted ghosts and killed people before. No wonder it's a little more comfortable than outside. Hey, I'm Feitian's ghost hunter. I'll stay here for two days. It won't be a problem."

Beads of sweat dripped from Xu Guofu's forehead, but his body was shivering like a sieve.

He knows what a spirit catcher does, and he also knows what Feitian is like.

They don't treat people as people.

Although Feitian has been keeping a low profile for a long time now, some young people don't even know that Feitian exists, but their true nature is hard to change.

Xu Guofu even had the feeling that death was right in front of him.

He looked at his clueless son and felt anxious, not knowing how to save his roots.

Old Phoenix kicked him in displeasure: "I'm deaf!"

Xu Guofu nodded quickly: "Feel free to stay, I will arrange for the best room now."

As soon as he raised his hand, he immediately asked Xu Mo to run errands.

Xu Mo was excited, and when he saw Xu Guofu, he made an escape gesture for him.

This was when he was playing hide-and-seek with others, and he always lost. In order to help him, Xu Guofu told him to spread his five fingers to escape.

At that time, Xu Guofu suddenly expressed emotion, saying that a family is a hand with fingers on the palm. Whether it is divided or combined, the roots are connected together, and together, it is a family.

He also saw that these people were weird and even more difficult to deal with than the evil-looking Song Yulai, so he ran away quickly.

As he ran, he was trembling in his heart. He didn't know who to ask for help. He could only climb out of the wall first.

Wan Lanzong did not pay attention to Xu Mo, but raised his head and asked Xu Guofu: "Song Yu and the others, what did they catch here?"

Xu Guofu shook his head: "No, I don't know. I just know it's something like a ghost."

Wan Lanzong frowned: "What about the ghost? Where did it go? Who swallowed it?"

Xu Guofu couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead, and secretly complained in his heart, how did he know that that night, he didn't even dare to leave the door.

"do not know."

Wan Lanzong sighed, and a black shadow emerged from under his feet, eating Xu Guofu in the moonlight.

Not even a single extra sound was made, not even a speck of dust was stirred up. A living person just disappeared.

It was as if this person had never existed in the world.

The scream came late, rushing out of Mrs. Xu's throat, but the scream stopped suddenly, and she disappeared with it.

Wan Lanzong was serious: "Don't yell, I hate people yelling the most."

A child's cry was about to escape, but before it came out, the cook next to him covered his mouth.

Everyone was trembling, their hearts beating so hard that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

Death came so quickly and suddenly that they didn't know how to react next.

Wanlan Sect casually glanced at the remaining people: "What about you, no one knows?"

The Xu family, including the cook and gardener, had a total of 48 people. At this time, everyone was like a clay sculpture, turning into a breathing dead person.

No one responded.

Wan Lanzong pointed to a skinny old man who was away from him: "Tell me about it."

The old man fainted with a "ga" and his pants had already been wet.

Seeing this situation, Wanlan Sect knew that nothing could be asked, so he simply waved his hand and summoned some strange "people" from the darkness.

They have been dead for a long time, their faces are blurred, their bodies are deformed, and they are full of stench. They open their abyss mouths and salivate at the crowd.

A big blue hand pressed on the cook's head, and with a "pop" sound, her head felt like a watermelon exploding.

The red blood, white brains, and fragmented faces all spread hotly over the children beside her.

The child closed his eyes tightly and burst into tears.

The spiritual creatures wreaked havoc, tearing living people apart and devouring them. There was blood everywhere on the walls, on the bluestone slabs, and on Old Phoenix's body.

In this blood, both Wanlan Sect and Xiao received a steaming comfort.

Dead people really make them happy.

After everything calmed down, the Xu family was full of death energy. Old Fenghuang went out to chase Xu Mo, and Wan Lanzong and Xiao were left in the yard.

Zhen stretched and took a deep breath, which was very refreshing.

Xu Mo had already climbed over the wall and was hesitating where he was going when he suddenly heard a heart-piercing cry from inside the room.

What happened!
Suddenly there was the sound of flapping wings above his head, and a piece of black-gray feather landed on the tip of his nose, and then disappeared.

Looking up, he couldn't help exclaiming, all he saw were night owls.

Cold eyes and black-gray wings flew inside overwhelmingly, and there was a kind of urgency in their cries.

It seemed like there was food in it.

He also smelled a rotten smell, mixed with the smell of incense candles and paper money, swarming in, dark and disgusting.

run, run.

His father's voice rang in his ears, and he suppressed all his emotions. He used his hands and feet to get out of the alley.

He didn't go far when he was stopped.

The person who stopped him was Old Phoenix.

Old Phoenix looked at him condescendingly, her face covered with bruises. The strong sun coming along the way had burned her to a crisp, and she was as good as Song Yu.

This dark color makes her look a bit like the selfless Bao Gong on the stage.

However, apart from her dark complexion, she was not the same as Bao Gong in any other way.

With a "tick" sound, a drop of blood fell from the tip of Old Phoenix's hair to the ground, printing a wreath.

Hidden among this small blood flower was a dead soul, looking at Xu Mo with dark eyes.

Xu Mo's back felt cold, and he felt like there was a cold wind blowing around him. It didn't feel like a hot summer, but like winter now.

He suddenly understood in his heart that everyone in his family was dead, and everyone was buried in the hands of these three people, not even their souls were left.

He took a step back and suddenly ran back.

The old phoenix had no expression on his face, and indulged in chasing after the spirit creature on his body. The Yin snake was extremely fast, but Xu Mo was faster than it.

He didn't run, but ran out and hit himself to death.

His forehead hit the wall with a crisp sound, and soon he fell on his back, with a large dent in his forehead.

Before he died, he was thinking about what he saw when he followed Song Yu that night.

That monster had mouths all over its body, and he could recognize his sister among them at a glance.

(End of this chapter)