Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 346
"Wu that evildoer, how dare you be so arrogant! Then let me, Jian Fengsheng, meet you for a while!"

Many people present were still full of enthusiasm, especially those disciples who were righteous. Many of them were brainwashed into thinking that non-human creatures are evil, and they meant to kill them all.

This Jian Fengsheng is a representative of such characters, and he has been at odds with Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen in Taoist temples on weekdays.

This time he took over the task of encircling and suppressing the fox's lair, and he also thought it was a good time to make contributions, so he wished to be the first to stand out.

"Senior Brother Fengsheng..."

Although he was always ridiculed by Jian Fengsheng on weekdays, Ning Caichen still didn't want to see his fellow disciples get injured or even die in vain, so he subconsciously wanted to persuade him.

Fortunately, at this time Yan Chixia finally escaped from the Shura field set up by the handsome man in red. He threw himself on Ning Caichen's back with some loss of strength, and pressed him to the ground.

"Big Brother!"

Ning Caichen was unprepared and was taken aback. He quickly turned around to support Yan Chixia. Seeing that Yan Chixia's eyes were closed and her face turned blue, he thought he was seriously injured. At this moment, he immediately forgot about Jian Fengsheng and immediately He got up and grabbed Yan Chixia and dragged him to a safe place.

Jian Fengsheng glanced in the direction of Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen from a distance, with disdain and a hint of gloating in his eyes.

The soldiers and fellow apprentices around him were clamoring and clamoring, which aroused his desire to express even more, so he put on a fierce face, brandished his weapon and rushed towards the handsome man in red.

At this moment, a majestic heavy rain in the sky, with the sound of thunder, came down rumblingly, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground with a puff of smoke and dust.

The handsome man in red in mid-air watched Jian Fengsheng charge up condescendingly, sighed as if there was nothing there, and then the pair of butterfly knives in his hand flew up and down like butterflies.

A warm rain of blood was mixed with the increasing rain, and the voices of those who were clamoring and clamoring before were poured with red rain all over their faces.

"My name is Hongyu."

The handsome man in red in mid-air drew his knife, his white jade face was as compassionate as a Bodhisattva, the rain drenched him from head to toe, and what slowly flowed down his cheeks, it was not known whether it was rain or tears.

(End of this chapter)