The little ghost, who was holding Li Mubai's neck, had no time to avoid it. The ebony sword light flowed and slashed on the little ghost's body. The little ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the golden body dissipated and turned into a golden stream of light and penetrated into the bronze cauldron in Aunt Ping's hand.

Aunt Ping looked at Li Mubai with some surprise. She never expected that Li Mubai could still know how to pinch the tricks and recite the spells, and she also had a magic weapon like an ebony sword in her hand.

Li Mubai was also a little stunned by himself. After the warmth flowed out of his body, his mind began to become confused, just like the last time he used the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp, but it was far less serious than using the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp. It seems that using the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp and chanting the spell and pinching techniques just now, the ebony sword also consumed the faint magic power in his body, which made his brain look like this.

After practicing the magic tricks recorded in the notes, although it seems to have no effect, it invisibly changed its physical condition.

"Be good, don't be afraid."

The bronze tripod in Aunt Ping's hand was trembling slightly, looking extremely restless, and she had to reach out and gently caress the tripod.

"It turns out that I am a fellow fellow, but I've misunderstood it. If you become a ghost slave, I'm afraid that the power will exceed my imagination."

Seeing Li Mubai unable to stand up, rolling down aside, Aunt Ping's mouth slightly raised, revealing an evil face. There was only a cruel look in her eyes, and she had no humanity at all.

Li Mubai fainted because of his drowsiness. However, when he woke up again, the lights around him were very weak and almost invisible. A rotten breath came from around him. He wanted to stand up, but he found that his hands were tied. Not only that, his feet were tied up, and his ankles were so painful.

There were many large boxes and some scattered things around, which looked like some debris. Not far from him was a big water tank, and this rotten smell came from the water tank.

His throat was so dry that it was like a fire was burning. He moved his lips and couldn't make any sound.

Li Mubai is so embarrassed now that he has been here. He should be the basement of Su Ming’s house. Usually no one comes down, and it is very secretive. This basement is built under the miscellaneous room.

The air around was very dull and depressing. There was only a faint light of 60 tile in the basement. After a careful look, he found a figure beside the wall, and he looked a little familiar. Fortunately, it was not far away, and Li Mubai felt a strong desire to survive. He bent his waist, like a shrimp, and moved forward with the help of his waist.

After a while, he finally got closer. A man was tied to a chair, his eyes were wrapped in a layer of black cloth, and his mouth was stuffed with a bun.

"Uncle Wen!"

Li Mubai's hoarse voice sounded.

The man tied up is Su Ming's father, Su Zhengwen. Su Ming said that his father might have been on a business trip, but he did not expect to be locked up here.

“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”

Su Zhengwen was originally thrusting his head, but when he heard Li Mubai's words, he immediately raised his head and made a whimpering sound. Unfortunately, there was still a cloth stuffed in his mouth and he couldn't really speak.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wen, can you fall to the ground? My hands are tied and my feet are tied up, so I can't stand up."

Li Mubai spoke again.

Su Zhengwen nodded, and after his body tilted slightly, he fell to the ground with the chair. Only then did Li Mubai move forward. The hand tied behind him only locked his wrists, and his fingers could still move. He grabbed the ball of white cloth and pulled it off immediately.

As soon as he pulled it out, he heard Su Zhengwen breathing heavily.

"Mu Bai, why are you locked up here too?"

After Su Zhengwen coughed a few times, he spoke in a deep voice, and he still knew a little about Li Mubai.

"Aunt Ping is locked up, Uncle Wen, didn't Su Ming say you were on a business trip? Why were you locked up here too?"

Li Mubai's actions just now seemed to have consumed a lot of effort and was too lazy to move.

"That witch, I was locked up here by her at the beginning. She said she was your mother's good sister, so I took her home. This person is very weird and I don't know what magic he used. I was locked up here when I woke up. By the way, how are Qing'er and Su Ming doing now."

Su Zhengwen was very angry in his tone and gritted his teeth.

"Su Ming and my mother ran away. We must escape from here, otherwise we will all die here..."

When Li Mubai thought of Aunt Ping's desire to refine herself into a ghost slave, he felt a chill in his heart. The ghost hunting notes also recorded that the ghost slave was a bit of evil ways to force out a person's soul with evil methods, and then used secret techniques to refine it into a ghost to do things for himself. This is the case with the little corpse baby ghost, but the little ghost's ability is far stronger than that of ordinary ghost slaves, because these little ghosts died before they were born and had a great resentment, which was far beyond the reach of a very human being.

【Second update.】
Chapter completed!