"Ahh There are ghosts, help......" Ye Mingming was stunned, and the spreading pain made him reflexively kick hard, screaming and crawling and curled up in the corner, throwing away the oil-paper umbrella and slapping his hands in front of him.

It's just that no matter how he kicks and hits, the cold objects and pain on his body stick to his body like a dog skin plaster, and he can't shake it off.

The more he struggled, the more hands reached out to him, some grasping his ankles, some grasping his arms, some lying on his head, some around his neck, and he was about to suffocate.

"Fuck off, fuck off...... Don't pester me, I have an eighty-year-old mother, and I haven't married and had children, so it's too unjust to die like this, you can spare me, uncles, I'm cowardly, I can't afford to play. Ye Mingming was so frightened that he closed his eyes all the time, so scared that he was so scared that he chattered for mercy in his mouth, but he had already comforted Jia Xuan's ancestors for eight generations in his heart.

"Big brother, help us, I'm so hungry......" At this time, a childish and whirling voice slowly came.

"You are my uncle, I am not blessed to be your big brother, I still tell your uncle to feel more comfortable, you can pity me and find someone else, let me go."

Ye Mingming's hand was pulled away by a force, he struggled to resist for a long time, opened one eye in fear, glanced at it in a panic, and was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes again.

Four children wearing belly pockets embroidered with the word "Ying" in red lay in the dripping autumn rain, but they were not contaminated with half a drop of rain, and the water droplets fell through their uncertain bodies and fell on Ye Mingming's clothes, and after a while, they became soup chickens.

Ye Mingming didn't care about being wet and cold and curled up in the corner, and after not seeing the four little ghosts hurt him for a long time, his emotions slowly calmed down, and he raised his eyes to see them looking at him with black eyes and pleading, and his chubby little hands grabbed his shirt, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Aren't you the four little ghosts I saw on the Nuwa stone statue last time?" Ye Mingming looked at them and looked at them carefully, and suddenly realized.

"Big brother, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..." A little ghost may be extremely hungry, grabbed Ye Mingming's fingers and stuffed them into his mouth to eat.

Two sharp little teeth stabbed and bit down, and Ye Mingming, who was in pain, was dizzy, and quickly pulled out his fingers and scolded angrily: "Oops, it hurts me to death, you belong to dogs, how can you bite when you open your mouth." ”

The little ghost looked at Chu Chu's pitiful little face, and was about to cry when he held his mouth, but he cried in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, okay, don't cry. Why are you looking for me, I'm not your mother, you won't be looking for the wrong person. Ye Mingming frowned and wanted to cry without tears, he hit a ghost, or the four little ghosts howled and cried at him.

"I'm cold, I miss ...... mother," the imp stopped crying.

At this time, before the words were finished, the four little ghosts seemed to have foreseen something terrible, and they hid behind Ye Mingming in a panic.

Ye Mingming looked at them suspiciously, and before he could figure out what was going on, a sharp and cold streamer came to his face, the blade slashed through the sideburns and broken hair, nailed to his ears a millimeter, and the slight trill sounded like a cold current pouring into every inch of his body's skin, floating and falling into the broken hair and in the soil, as if he was frightened, happy, speechless, and angry at the moment...... Complicated and messy mood.

"Who, do you have eyes on your ass? I didn't see a big living person sitting here. Halfway through, Ye Mingming, who had recovered from the mess, jumped up and cursed angrily.

Ye Mingming had just walked two meters away from the man, when suddenly a foot fell from the sky and landed heavily on his face, accompanied by a burst of dizziness in his head, and his body flew out like a dead leaf.

With a bang, the water splashed, and the body slid several meters away, a sweet smell gushed out of the mouth, and blood flowed out, staining a large area of rainwater red.

"You ......" Ye Mingming endured the great pain and looked up, only to see a white monk's robe hanging loosely on his body, and the murderous aura exuded from his body formed a barrier, even the rain would bypass, the long black hair was draped over his shoulders in a mess, the cold and empty eyes on his angular face were like two long swords, and everywhere he went, he would be stabbed all over his body, and a strong sense of fear spread over his heart, so that Ye Mingming did not dare to look directly.

I saw the white-clothed monk spread out his right hand, and a purple streamer shot out from the palm of his hand to form a purple long sword in his hand, and then walked towards Ye Mingming step by step.

The four imps were terrified when they saw this, and they struggled to move their petite limbs to climb away from this place of right and wrong.

Where was the white-clothed monk willing to let them go, with a wave of his long sleeves, a gust of wind blew, and the small bodies of the four little ghosts were melted and disappeared by the rain.

Seeing the expressionless face of the white-clothed monk, the four little ghosts disappeared, Ye Mingming's eyes were wide open, and the shadow of the white-clothed monk was reflected in his dark eyes getting closer and closer, until his long sword was raised high and stabbed into his chest without hesitation.

Ye Mingming thought that he was going to die in the line of duty on the first day he took office, and he felt very sad, he still had a lot of things to do, and he hadn't left a last word, was he going to die like this?

When he really thought he was going to die, a coquettish voice suddenly appeared in front of him like a life-saving straw.

"Where is the sacred, who dares to maliciously hurt people?"

Ruyi floated with a fiery red jade spirit sword in his hand, like a savior descending from the sky, righteous and heroic.

There was a crisp sound, and the long swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

The white-clothed monk snorted coldly, his eyes widened angrily, his lips trembled slightly, and he turned over and fought with Ruyi without thinking.

Ruyi didn't cast a spell, but simply used his physical skills to fight against it, and after a few moves, he could be judged from the white-clothed monk's move skills that he was a heavy mage, and now he should be regarded as a master among the few mages in the world.

However, from his eyes, Ruyi did not see the benevolence and morality of Pudu sentient beings, but was more filled with greed and murderous aura, otherwise how could he kill a mortal who was powerless.

Ruyi didn't have to think about it, and Ru Jiaoyan easily dodged the fatal blow sideways, and her beautiful eyes lowered slightly as she watched the sharp sword blade wipe her cheeks.

She chuckled, with a confident attitude, she grabbed the arm of the white-clothed monk with one hand and dragged it forward, and then kicked the white-clothed monk in the chest with a graceful roundabout kick.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the white-clothed monk fell to the ground holding his chest, and pursued as he wished, and the jade spirit sword slashed through the rainy night against his neck.

The night rain of Qiuba was fluttering, and the drops of water were splashing slightly on the sword, reflecting the strange smile on the corner of the white-clothed monk's mouth.