On the balcony on the second floor, you can face a secluded and gloomy forest.

Hua Simu closed her eyes, her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the moonlight shone brightly with silver light.

His plain white hands burst into a dark blue flame.

The red lips are slightly open, reciting the ancient mantra to urge internal force, the vocabulary is mysterious, long and complex.

The flame white inner core, the dark blue outer flame, every time Hua Simu reads a word, the flame is vigorous, as if there is vitality swaying.

The fair-skinned face was bewitching and charming under the light of the flames.

The cold wind blows, the long hair floats, the seaweed generally floats in the air, and the face becomes more and more petite.

Until Hua Simu opened his eyes again, his originally dark eyes were now dyed blue, and the starlight was endless, and the brilliance of the Milky Way rain in the sky was nothing more than that.

Everything looked relaxed, except for the cold sweat that gradually oozed from his forehead.

The ghost lady didn't care, and the more she read the mantra, the faster she read it.

The two fires gathered together with both hands, condensed into a ball, and pushed hard towards the sky with both hands, and the dark blue 'fireball' exploded silently in the sky, turning into countless bits of blue light and falling.

Ghosts from a radius of ten miles frantically poured towards the castle.

Ghosts gathered, among which there were many fierce ghosts and resentful ghosts, their faces were extremely hideous, their heads swayed uncontrollably, and occasionally they couldn't help but quietly show a few fangs.

They have been feeding on resentment for a long time, and they are quite angry, and now they bow their heads in front of the ghost and demon Niangniang, and they are extremely docile.

The clearing behind the castle was bustling with ghosts in the blink of an eye.

If you can see this scene, you will definitely be creepy, it is full of blood, resentment, incomprehension, hatred.

It's like an Asura field.

But they are the most pitiful people of the ghost lady.

"I don't know what is the mission of the ghost and demon lady to call us here in a hurry?" a terrible ghost fluttered back and forth in the air, his throat was cut before his death, and all the sound of his broken vocal cords was breathing.

The order of the ghost demon lady does not ask the reason, and it is carried out.

"You go to Han Mo, confirm his safety, and report as soon as you find his location. Hua Simu magnified and teleported the photo taken secretly by Chief Jiang last time in mid-air with the last trace of residual demonic power.

Of course, this scene cannot be seen by ordinary people.

The ghosts stared up at the picture for a few seconds and then quickly drifted away, whistling past, the forest leaves making a continuous rattling sound.

Thousands of ghosts carried out carpet searches, and they passed through the walls with swift speed.

Hua Simu held on to the railing, looking into the distance, the cold sweat was dried by the wind, there were no stars tonight, only the moon insisted on hanging in the air, the moonlight was soft, and the beauty was beautiful.

Outside the window on the top floor of the Qianhan Palace, the ghost with his throat cut looked out the window and looked into the room.

The underworld manager has too strong aura inside, and he will definitely be torn to pieces if he is caught as a wandering ghost, but he can't miss it, what if the room happens to be the person Niangniang is looking for.

Listening to the tone of the ghost and demon mother, I was quite anxious.

The ghost could only cautiously peek in with one eye out.

It's not, it's a coincidence.

There were three people in the room, and the man by the window seemed to be the person the ghost lady was looking for, with a delicate and clear face that was unique, and his highly recognizable appearance overcame his face blindness before his death.

However, the black and white impermanence doesn't look very friendly, showing off their iconic weapons, the soul hook rod and soul chain, is it to hook the soul alive and take it away?

It didn't look good, and the ghost turned and plunged into the wind.