On the way back, Kuraki Shiraya suddenly spoke.

"Master, I always feel something is wrong!"

"I also realized that I was just puzzled!" Gao Ning stopped and his eyes flashed: "It seems that this small county is very deep. We have missing key information!"

"What does the king mean?"

"No hurry! Things are not over yet!"

Gao Ning raised his lips slightly, and stepped forward again, walking into the shadow with Kuraki Akuya.

...

On the other side, the middle-aged man took the little girl slowly and walked two streets. The little girl always lowered her head and could no longer see her clever and flexible appearance before.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped and said without warning: "Have your memory been restored?"

The little girl was startled, her eyes shrank quickly, and then a smile appeared on her face, pretending to be innocent and confused: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Since you have recovered your memory, you should know that I am not your father!"

The middle-aged man turned around and stared at the little girl with a burning gaze: "I'm just a ghost man who sent you to the underworld, nicknamed Lao Dao!"

The little girl's lips trembled for a moment, but she still couldn't speak.

Lao Dao nodded: "You really remembered it. It seems that the judgment scroll is real!"

As soon as you mentioned the scroll, the girl's eyes turned red, her expression gradually became ferocious, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Since you know everything, why don't you avenge me?"

The picture painted on it is the cause of my death!

Wu Feng's evil young man was a beast. My mother and daughter were just passing people, but he was teased and teased, and finally forced to fall into the water.

I had no life, and he didn't care. He turned around and continued to spend time. Now he still wanted to get married and have children. How unfair is heaven!"

Lao Dao looked calm: "Don't say such childish words, when will there be a heaven in the Yin and Yang Realm? Here evil ghosts live in a mixed place, people know ghosts, and ghosts know people's hearts poison. No one is better than anyone else."

"You want to persuade me to give up, and just go to the gates of hell with you in a daze?" The little girl gritted her teeth.

"This is your only choice!"

Lao Dao said: "The father and son are old foxes. Since the meeting, they have not said a word. They took out the fishing bait. If it were a problem, if it weren't for those two young people standing in front, it would have been a waste of effort to get rid of their hands.

You are alone, neither physical nor any method of practice. If you come to take revenge, it is like hitting a dog with meat buns. You have to think clearly that the Wu family is not a good person, and the method of raising ghosts may not be lacking!”

The little girl's silver teeth were almost broken, but she had to admit that the words of the ghost messenger Lao Dao did make some sense.

She lowered her little head, her unwillingness and confusion were intertwined, and her mind was in chaos.

Lao Dao sighed slightly in his heart, and turned around without saying anything.

The little girl subconsciously followed, and the two walked away one after another.

...

After acting for a night, Wu Feng felt extremely excited. Even though it was late at night, he still had no sleepiness.

Walking back to his courtyard, the maids were still waiting. When they saw the eldest young master coming back, they hurriedly buried their heads, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, like a little chicken seeing a weasel.

Wu Feng glanced at the eyes. "What a panic? Young Master is not interested in you today. Go open the Guiji Pavilion. Young Master is drunk today."

When the maids heard this, they felt relieved, quickly agreed and acted quickly.

Soon, the four slaves carried a cloth and drove them away. They were not people on them, but a row of paper people of all kinds.

These are obviously high-end products. Not only are the colors exquisite, but the mountain lines are more in line with aesthetics, and even the materials are different from ordinary ones.

Wu Feng glanced at it, waved his hand with a smile, and led his servants to a small temple behind the house.

This small temple was separated and built separately. It was painted with black bricks, black tiles, black plasters, and even the surrounding ground was sprinkled with a layer of cinder, and even the window paper was dyed with ink.

A black plaque hung above the door, and a red pen outlined the simple two words Gui Ji.

Although the temple is very small, it is actually a courtyard structure, but the main room is very large, with tables, chairs, beds, and even a place to wash. The wing rooms on both sides have been specially renovated and filled with shelves, with rows of palm-sized urns piled up on the shelves.

On each urn, there was a golden spell with names written on it.

The slave had just put the paper man in the yard, but Wu Feng couldn't wait to drive him out.

Listening to the clamor outside, I knew that someone had locked the small temple.

Wu Feng chuckled and rubbed his hands, and couldn't wait to rush into the west wing: "Beauties, your young master is here to see you today! Tell you that the young master is happy today. If you are comfortable serving, maybe you will be reincarnated and reincarnated!"

"This is true?"

A charming voice suddenly came from behind, and when he heard it in his ears, Wu Feng couldn't help but shudder.

"Of course, the young master speaks, you spit on one side and behead the beauty..."

Wu Feng turned around suddenly, and before he finished speaking, he felt a silver light flash in front of him, and then his head flew out.

A full of passionate blood soared into the sky and sprinkled on the ground like a fountain. As the headless corpse fell to the ground, the head hit the corpse, and shook it in the direction of the woman for a few times, struggling and opening its mouth.

Who are you?

Under the moonlight, a woman was wearing a silver gauze and white dress and walked forward slowly.

She bent down and stared at Wu Feng who had lost consciousness and completely died, and said word by word: "Ni Shang! A year ago, the ignorant and stupid woman who could only cry by the river."

Suddenly a ray of black smoke rose from Wu Feng's head, and he ran towards the southwest as if he was running away.

Nishang directly grabbed his soul with his hand.

Wu Feng is a new dead ghost, and is extremely weak. Even in the dark, the breeze blows by, and it is as painful as a needle and a bayonet.

But in Nishang's hands, his pain and howling had become her highest enjoyment.

"Mo'er is innocent and cute. She is so kind and understanding. We are just passing by, why should we force her to death?

She is only thirteen years old! You beast! You are not worthy of living at all!

In order to avenge my revenge, I changed my face and hid my name. I tried my best to inquire about the news, and then I found your location and collected your news.

This time I will also let you taste the feeling of being bullied by the weak!"

A sudden explosion came from the southwest direction, and a figure flew towards this side like a sharp arrow.

"Show mercy!"

The voice was anxious and angry, with a faint sound of thunder.

But the next moment, Ni Shang clenched her five fingers without hesitation, and there was a click, as if something was shattered.

Wu Feng screamed and his soul was free and free with the wind.
Chapter completed!