My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Ah! I'm afraid of death, what should I do!"

"..."

The servants put down their work and started talking among themselves in the yard.

When they saw Nan Chen and others passing by, they all shut their mouths.

Nan Chen strolled in the courtyard and walked directly to the front garden.

As soon as I arrived in the front garden, I heard someone outside the house shouting:

"Let that Nan Chen come out!"

"If we don't come out, we'll go in..."

"..."

It was loud and sounded intimidating.

The servants of Qianyuan met Nan Chen and others.

They couldn't help keeping a distance, for fear of having something to do with Nan Chen, fear of being accidentally injured by people from Longhutang.

Even if these people know that Nan Chen and others can catch ghosts.

Last night, the haunted dance hall was settled, and the female ghost Xiaohong was sent away.

However, they are still more afraid of the lustful power of the Dragon and Tiger Hall.

Nan Chen led the crowd to the door.

The servants guarding the door saw them and retreated to both sides.

Nan Chen glanced coldly outside the house.

It was found that there were indeed dozens of people standing outside the house.

There is still a certain gap with the [-] people I heard before.

These people are all wearing black blouses with dragon and tiger embroidery on the chest.

This is the hallmark of Longhutang.

Moreover, they held a short knife in their hands.

This scene is indeed bluffing.

But to Nan Chen and others, these people are just ordinary people.

Compared with practitioners like them, in terms of force, there are two levels.

Nan Chen glanced at these people, and said lightly:

"I'm Nan Chen, why are you looking for me?"

This statement came out.

Dozens of people standing at the door raised their brows and clenched their short knives.

At the same time, a young man in the lead couldn't help but coldly snorted and said:

"Oh! Your kid is Nan Chen, a Taoist priest?"

While speaking, he was full of disdain.

"Yes."

The young man nodded:

"You were the one who beat our third son last night, Long Bufan?"

"That's right, it's me too!"

Nan Chen continued to speak.

"Okay! You have kindness, kid.

I am under the orders of my eldest son, Long Buao.

Let you go and see him.

Let's go! "

After finishing speaking, the young man from Longhutang licked his tongue with disdain.

Then he made a gesture of invitation and asked Nan Chen to go with him.

But how could Nan Chen listen to him?

But he smiled coldly, and said in a very flat tone:

"What are you?

What kind of thing is your eldest son?

Let me see and I will see you?

Want to see me, let him come by himself! "