"Murong Qingping, don't scare my son." Murong Qingting hugged Bao'er tightly, and the four-year-old child nested in Murong Qingting's arms, crying so much that her little face turned purple.

Murong Qingping said timidly, "What am I scaring you, don't believe it, you can listen to it yourself." ”

"If there is a ghost, it is also the ancestor of our Murong family, what are you afraid of." Murong Qingran reprimanded, she would never believe that there were ghosts in this world, and some of them were just pretending to be ghosts.

"Dye'er, you are too naïve, uncle sues you, there are really ghosts in this world." Suddenly, the rope that tied Murong He broke, Murong He's dark face gradually became hideous, and his well-maintained face fell inch by inch like Yang Wei's, and in the night, his eyes were glowing, "Your third sister is right, it's getting dark, and the ghost is going to come out for a walk." Hahaha! ”

Hell!

Murong Qingping and Murong Qingting shouted in horror.

The Wang family was originally holding the Buddha beads, and he was calm, but when he saw Murong He's ghostly appearance, he was also frightened and shouted, who is this person, who is it?

All the black-clad guards and soldiers were on guard and drew their swords.

The thirteenth prince was shocked and quickly dragged Murong Qingran over.

Whining...... Whining......

With Murong He's ghost cry, the surrounding area of the Murong family's ancestral tomb also let out a ghost cry wolf howl. Instantly, the horror is very.

"Murong He, you have also entered the ghost gate!" Murong Qingran couldn't believe it, Murong He was a marquis before this, how could he make himself a ghost and a ghost.

"The master of the door is mighty, protect the thousands of disciples of my ghost gate, the light of the moon, open my ghost door wide!" Murong He chanted the secret words in his mouth and danced the ghost dance.

Suddenly, hundreds of ancestral tombs of the Murong family flashed with glow-green light, in the dark, eerie.

Coupled with the incessant cries of ghosts, everyone present covered their ears in pain, and the guards and soldiers with weapons in their hands were even more painful.

The Thirteenth Prince, Liang Jingduan and others also had painful faces.

"Zhao Thirteen, Zhao Thirteen." Murong Qingran went to help the thirteenth prince.

"Hehaha, Dye'er, let my uncle tell you what's the matter, the higher their martial arts, the more painful they are." Murong He picked up Murong Zhen and flew up to Murong Su's grave, the evening breeze blew, revealing his ugly face, "Since you have come to the Ghost Gate Pass, then Ben Hou is not welcome!" ”

"Who are you and who are you?" Peeling off Murong He's face, this ugly ghost man is definitely not Murong He, Murong Qingran thought that the Zhao family had always said that Murong He was not her son, and suddenly understood.

"Dye'er, my Dye'er, you've finally guessed it. That's right, I'm not Murong He. The ghost man laughed arrogantly, "With just one Murong He, how can you kill your father and mother, how can you be this Jiyang Hou, and sit firmly in the position of this Jiyang Hou!" ”

It's not Murong He, Wang's face turned white with fright, so who has she slept with in the past ten years, is she an ugly man who is not a ghost or a ghost with this person.

"No, no, it's impossible to ......" Wang couldn't stand the blow and fell to the ground.

Murong Qingting and Murong Qingping were also stupid, it wasn't Murong He, so what about their father, where did they go?

"Ten years ago, you killed my uncle Murong He, didn't you?" What a sinister and cunning ghost door, Murong Qingran was angry, her uncle, whom she had hated for ten years, had already died, so she was not very wrong, and she was wrong to blame her uncle.

"No, it was ten years ago." The ghost man corrected, "If Ben Hou didn't observe Murong He's words and deeds in advance, how could he replace him, madam, you and I have been husband and wife for ten years, do you say that Ben Hou is not Murong He?" ”

The ghost man asked Wang, and Wang's face turned whiter, almost faint. Ten years of husband and wife, she didn't even find out about the fake husband, not only did she not find it, but even Aunt Fang, Aunt You, and Aunt Wei didn't find it, and poor Aunt Jiang didn't find out. No wonder Aunt Jiang will be fascinated by Hou Ye, I am afraid that this ghost man gave Aunt Jiang some medicine, so she was fascinated by the ghost and gave birth to a son to this evil ghost.

Ten years ago, how much ago? The more Wang thought about it, the more terrifying it became, was it eleven years ago, twelve years ago, or fifteen years ago, if it was fifteen years ago, then it was impossible for Luan'er to be born to her and this ghost.

The ghost man seemed to guess that the Wang family would think like this, so he laughed and said, "Madam, one day husband and wife, one hundred days, we have been husband and wife for ten years." But thinking that you have been good to me in the past ten years, I might as well tell you that your daughter Murong Qingluan is the daughter of you and Murong He, and has nothing to do with me. ”

Wang trembled and clenched the beads and chanted 'Amitabha'.

Retribution, it is because she is greedy too much that there will be this retribution, Wang wants to cry very much, but she can't cry at all, she wants to kill this ghost man, but she is not the opponent of this ghost man, she howled, crawled to Murong Su's tomb, and kept kowtowing, "Big brother, sister-in-law, I was wrong, I was wrong, it was I who helped the evil and killed you, and also killed my own father-in-law." I'm damned, I'm damned! ”

Ten years ago, there were people from the ghost sect who sneaked into Qizhou, so, in the past ten years, Qizhou was in charge of this ghost man, he used the identity of Jiyang Hou, how many things did he do that hurt heaven and reason, in addition to what has been found, there must be more, Murong Qingran was terrified in his heart, it was his father's wish to protect the peace of the people in Qizhou, and now, I am afraid that he will disappoint his father.

"Lord Wang, it looks like we're going to catch ghosts tonight." Liang Jingduan used his internal strength to prevent those ghost cries from disturbing his mind.

The thirteenth prince had a long sword in his hand and said, "Heaven and earth are clear, and my way is prosperous." Liang Jingduan, let's compete tonight to see who catches more ghosts? “

Murong Hao held Ruan's sword in his hand and muttered in a low voice, "Ghost hunting is secondary, as long as we don't get caught by ghosts." ”

When Xiao Yan heard it, he hit him on the head, "Qingtuanzi, you are still from the Dao Sect, why are you so cowardly." "Those who learn the Tao should not be afraid of ghosts.

"I said Second Master, don't you always know that your subordinates have very shallow roots and are not good at learning the Dao, otherwise they won't be expelled from the Dao. Besides, as soon as it gets dark, the martial arts of the Ghost Sect disciples will increase, and we are not their opponents. Murong Hao held his head and curled up under a tombstone.

Who is the master and who is the guard, Xiao Yan saw Murong Hao hiding, he trembled with anger, and he didn't start catching ghosts yet, so he was scared. If I had known, I wouldn't have recruited him.

"Qingtuanzi, then you should hide, in this life, you don't want to go back to your Beibi Mountain Cuiyun Peak Shangqing Palace." Xiao Yan looked at Murong Hao's cowardly appearance and became angry, out of sight.

When Murong Hao heard this, he got up, "Second master, don't be like this, return to the Daomen, this is the lifelong wish of your subordinates." "Catching ghosts is catching ghosts, the Supreme Heavenly Venerable will overcome the suffering, and the Daozun grandfather will bless you.