My Master is Lin Zhengying

It turned into ripples and swept across the entire yard.

Huang Wanwan at the door felt the cold and oppressive atmosphere.

He just felt bored and panicked, and the instinctive fear let him know the danger.

"Go, go, get out of here..."

As he said that, with the support of his servants, he hurriedly exited the compound.

At this time, swords are on the verge of breaking out, and the war is about to break out.

But the female ghost grabbed the male ghost's hand at this moment:

"Sir, don't! Please, don't kill any more people.

In the future, you will get retribution..."

The female ghost kept begging with a sincere expression on her face.

As a result, the male ghost waved his hand:

"roll!"

The female ghost was thrown into the air on the spot, and the fall was not light.

"mother!"

A child's voice sounded.

In the darkness of the compound, a five or six-year-old child suddenly ran out.

"Mom, are you okay!"

The little devil opened his mouth with a sob on his face.

The female ghost caressed the little ghost lovingly.

As for the male ghost, he still had a hideous expression on his face.

Staring at the fallen female ghost, she said:

"Smelly bitch, you know what a fart.

If I don't kill them, will they kill me?

After Lao Tzu killed them, he absorbed their energy and strengthened his Taoism.

From now on, this world will not allow me to freely?

At that time, my uncle will be repairing and marry a few more wives and concubines. "

The male ghost opened his mouth fiercely and expressed his thoughts.

Nan Chen saw this scene.

Although this plot point conflicts with the original.

No matter the number of people, identity, etc., there have been changes.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is the occupation of the rented grave.

But this is not important, what is important is the male ghost in front of him.

As long as we get rid of the male ghost in front of us, this matter should be settled...

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Now we can't talk about it.

Since we can't reach an agreement, we can only do it.

Nan Chen's face darkened, and Jiale Qingqing winked at Qiusheng Wencai.

Several people understand that this is about to do it.

Afterwards, Nan Chen was seen tightening the peach wood sword.

Facing the male ghost, he said in a low voice:

"Nie Zhan, since you don't know how to praise, don't blame the poor!"

As soon as the words fell, Nan Chen's whole body was shaken with profound energy, and he rushed towards the ghost.

Qiusheng Wencai and Jiale Qingqing, who were on the left and right, also shot immediately.

The male ghost has long been unhappy with Taoist priests like Nan Chen.

He thinks this is his place.

He can do whatever he wants, even if he kills, it's justified.

Seeing Nan Chen and others rushing towards him, the male ghost let out a roar.

"Ow!"

The whole body is filled with black air.