I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　More than a dozen ghost pawns surnamed Tang have already drawn out the forked swords from their waists.

　　They are like iron towers.

　　It is not an ordinary sword in his hand.

　　But heavy weapons such as axes, gourds, and green sticks.

　　It looks so oppressive!

　　The leading ghost pawn stepped forward and glared at Wang Yifan.

　　"You know that this is the ancestral hall of Tang surname, and foreign surnames enter!"

　　"die!"

　　With that said, he carried the mace in his hand and slammed it heavily on Wang Yifan's head!

　　woo-

　　Ordinary ghost pawns should correspond to the level of ordinary ghosts.

　　But this personally blessed Tang surnamed soldier looks like a high-level ghost as soon as he makes a move!

　　The mace stirs the yin wind.

　　The whole ancestral hall suddenly made a whistling sound like a howl of a ghost and a wolf.

　　Wang Yifan tilted his head and stared at the mace flying in the air.

　　And the ghost pawn surnamed Tang saw that Wang Yifan didn't dodge, and thought he was petrified by his ghost.

　　A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　"Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you break in!"

　　"Die!"

　　Just when he thought that Wang Yifan would definitely burst his brains under this stick.

　　But I saw Wang Yifan raise his hand and gently lift it to the top of his head.

　　In the void, there seems to be a gate of hell being slowly opened.

　　Then, a three-foot-long black iron cable slowly appeared in Wang Yifan's hand.

　　I haven't waited for the ghost to sense it.

　　The iron rope was already swept towards him like a black dragon.

　　This time, the sound made by the black iron rope can't be described as a ghost cry and a wolf howl.

　　That voice!

　　It's just howling!

　　puff!

　　Bang!

　　The thick mace, like a piece of paper, was instantly snapped by the iron cable.

　　And the iron rope kept going.

　　It smashed into the iron armor of the Yin soldier again.

　　In an instant, the armor leaf collapsed and black blood splattered.

　　The ghost soldier didn't even make a sound of howling.

　　Just got caught up in it.

　　After a breath, there seemed to be a new ghost in the wailing iron rope.

　　quiet!

　　Silence!

　　Accompanied by the wailing of ghost soldiers.

　　The dozen or so Tang family's personal soldiers remaining in the house seemed to have been immobilized, staying where they were and not daring to move.

　　As for the mountain god Li Xunda who was hiding in the dark, the longevity eyebrows on the brow bones trembled three times.

　　hiss--

　　"This...is this Bai Wuchang's Soul Cable?"

　　"This sinister weapon...how is it in the hands of a ninth-rank supervisor!"

　　After a full minute, more than a dozen ghost soldiers and Li Xunda shouted out almost at the same time!

　　Bai Wuchang's soul rope.

　　Black and impermanent shackles.

　　The yoke of the bull's head.

　　Brass lock on horse face.

　　The Four Magical Instruments of Yin Si are famous.

　　You must know that there are more than ten million ghosts detained by black and white impermanence, and the wailing of the ten thousand ghosts on the detained soul rope is not the slightest false.

　　Looking at the ghost-like Juhunsuo.

　　An instinctive fear emerged from these ghost soldiers.

　　It's like a prey seeing a natural enemy.

　　More than a dozen ghost pawns like iron towers, all shrunken their heads like quails at this time.

　　He didn't wait for Wang Yifan to speak.

　　They threw the swords in their hands to the ground.

　　Hastily fell to the ground.

　　"I don't know that the envoy of the Ministry of Yin is coming, the little one is guilty!"

　　"Little, guilty!"

　　......................................

　　(PS: During the new book period, all kinds of tickets are urgently needed, asking for flowers! Asking for rewards! Asking for evaluation tickets!).

Chapter 44

　　Tear!Tear!

　　Wang Yifan dragged the soul rope and walked to the tablets of the ancestors of the Tang family ancestral hall.

　　He looked up at the wall full of tablets above his head.

　　He smiled slightly.

　　"Guilty? What are you guilty of?"

　　Hearing Wang Yifan's question, the ghost soldiers kneeling on the ground looked at each other with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

　　They have been dead for hundreds of years, and they fear ghosts and gods far more than modern people.

　　It's just that I haven't read a book and I can't read.

　　Just a bunch of big guns.

　　Where do you understand what Wang Yifan means?

　　A few ghost soldiers buried their heads even lower, for fear that Wang Yifan would attack and hurt people again.

　　At this moment, a little ghost pawn in the corner raised his head.

　　He opened his mouth and said: "Small collision with adults is naturally guilty!"

　　Seeing someone answering, a slight smile appeared on Wang Yifan's face.

　　"Who are you, stand up and talk!"

　　"Hey!" The little ghost got up in a hurry: "Reporting to the lord, the young name is Tang Xuan, the milk name is Gouer, and he is the personal soldier in General Tang's tent! If the adults don't dislike it, just call me Tang Gou."

　　Wang Yifan nodded: "Tang Xuan, are you General Tang's personal soldier?"

　　"Yes! We are from the same village and relatives. According to the genealogy, I call him the third master!"

　　Wang Yifan's face was full of joy, and he waved his hand: "That's right, you take me to find your general!"

　　"This...."

　　Tang Xuan's face was embarrassed, and Wang Yifan came suddenly as an official of the Yin Division.

　　I don't know if they are enemies or friends.

　　Just now, a big-headed soldier provoked him, and he was directly detained.

　　If he has malice towards the general, and he hastily brought him there.

　　Don't you just become a ghost!

　　Just when Tang Xuan was tangled in his heart.

　　He suddenly felt that the light in the ancestral hall began to flicker.

　　Even the high incense that blessed them with power suddenly went out.

　　A cold voice without any emotion suddenly sounded from above his head.

　　"Ghost soldier Tang Xuan, look up at me!"

　　Although the sound was not loud, it sounded like thunder in Tang Xuan's ears.

　　Tang Xuan was startled and raised his head sharply.

　　It happened to meet Wang Yifan's eyes.

　　At this moment, he felt that he was not looking at a person at all.