Bu An couldn't help rolling his eyes, from Deng Xiaoxian's words, he knew two things: one is that the full name of this girl in cloth is Luo Qingting, and the other is that Deng Xiaoxian is more shameless than him, and he can say anything meaty.

Deng Xiaoxian was currying favor with Luo Qingting with a dead face, and Gongsun Pang had already rubbed his hands and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Don't flirt, it's important to get down to business." As he spoke, he pulled out a long emerald green whip from the package.

This long whip was about the thickness of a thumb, about seven feet long, and seemed to be made of leather, and some of it resembled the tendons of animals.

Bu An got up and moved the bench away, his attention shifting from the hanged ghost to the whip, thinking that this must be the so-called spirit weapon.

The cook and Dao Gu also stepped back, the work they were in charge of had already been completed during the day, and now, like Bu An, acted as spectators.

Luo Qingting didn't seem to be very happy with the four-word comment of "flirting and scolding", glared at Deng Xiaoxian, but he was already holding a flag in his hand, and the slightly greenish brass flagpole was covered with black lines. She followed the lime line drawn during the day, walked to the junction of two conspicuous thick lines, and the black line on the brass flagpole in her hand made a "Ziying" sound, from bottom to top, and gradually lit up.

Bu An only felt that there was a flicker in front of him, and between the flagpoles planted everywhere, there were flowing lights and shadows that were connected to each other, and finally converged on the flagpole in Luo Qingting's hand, and within the scope of light and shadow, the air began to distort and deform, like a flowing transparent flame. And the female ghost hanging on the beam also began to twist from her legs, her face showed a painful look, and the "hehe" moan in her mouth became sharp and impatient.

Deng Xiaoxian crossed his arms, tilted his head sideways, and stood not far behind Luo Qingting, watching the changes of the female ghost as if watching a play. Gongsun Pang had a cold face, his eyes did not blink, and the long whip in his hand became more and more active.

At this time, the owner of the family, who had been standing in a daze, suddenly trembled and said, "No...... No...... It's not this ghost......"

This person was wearing a soap-colored cloth coat and a small hat, his face was extremely nervous, his lips trembled as if he had been in an evil spirit, and he stared at the female ghost on the beam.

Gongsun Pang shouted at him, "Didn't you say the hanged ghost in the red dress?"

Bu An felt a little furious when he heard this, only to feel that the temperature in the room had plummeted by a few degrees, and his legs took two steps back in the direction of the cook and Dao Gu without obeying the call. Deng Xiaoxian looked around and retreated to Bu'an's side. Only Luo Qingting still stood in the position of the eye of the formation with an unchanged face, driving the formation she had laid out during the day.

The proprietor said with a sad face: "The skirt of the hanged man is ...... than this."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the room towards the courtyard suddenly "slammed" open, and a raging cold wind poured into the room, accompanied by a sharp and piercing woman's scream.

Now, without the explanation, everyone already understands what he means. In the patio outside the door, there was a hanged ghost with black hair, a hideous face, a tongue sticking out to the waist, and ten fingers as sharp as daggers, and the red dress of this hanged ghost was surprisingly long, and it dragged to the ground!

The moment the hanged ghost appeared, Gongsun Pang shouted: "Rise!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Qingting's right hand holding the flag was raised, and the array flag planted on the ground actually soared into the air with a "whew" sound along with her movements! The transparent fireworks flowing in the array were full of light and shadow, almost enveloping half of the room, like a transparent cage.

The long whip in Gongsun Pang's hand came out of his hand, and disappeared as soon as he entered the formation, only a loud "pop" sound was heard, and then the scene of bricks and stones splashing, through the twisted magic circle, was presented in front of everyone with a fragmented and chaotic picture.

"Oh no! this ghost has begun to have a spiritual sense!" Gongsun roared, stretched out his hand out of thin air, caught the long whip that flew back, and retreated straight back under his feet.

Before he could stand firmly, a strange cry of "yaaaa

In the middle of the blood, there seemed to be a mass of viscous and turbid flesh surging and tumbling, smashing the array flag floating in the air and swaying!

Luo Qingting took a step back with one foot, and let out a loud "ah" in his mouth, and the air circle actually moved a step with her movements, and then was resisted by her!

She held the brass flag in her hand, gritted her teeth and stood, the dozens of flags connected to the array in her hand had long been broken, and only the brass flagpoles remained, like a whole, trapping the female ghost who was struggling.

In a moment, Deng Xiaoxian suddenly took a step forward, crossed his waist with one hand, and pointed at the chaotic female ghost in the magic circle with the other.

"You shameless thing! Forget it if you hang yourself! Why don't you run out and hurt others! Hanging you will be cheaper......"

Bu An was shocked and embarrassed when he heard it, but he still had a glimmer of hope for Deng Xiaoxian's curse, staring at the female ghost trapped in the magic circle, expecting her to be scolded by Deng Xiaoxian so embarrassed that she would die down...... It's a pity that this female ghost turns a deaf ear to these nonsense, and is still struggling desperately, and will break free from the circle almost at any moment.

Gongsun Pang glanced back at Deng Xiaoxian, and the turquoise long whip floating in the air, which was already somewhat broken, suddenly rushed towards this side, swept in front of Deng Xiaoxian, rolled up a figure, and threw it towards the blood-colored magic circle.

"No ......"

As soon as the frightened shouts sounded, they stopped abruptly, and the subordinates of the owner who were swept up by the long whip were already submerged in the confines of the circle, and the blood in the circle suddenly faded, followed by the sound of "crunching" devouring flesh.

Luo Qingting waved his arm, and dozens of brass flagpoles in the air, "hulala" flew towards her, and she stretched out her hands and held them all in her palms.

The magic circle disappeared in the room, and the sight suddenly recovered, only to see the corner of the room facing the patio, two female ghosts, one large and one small, were squatting on the ground, the small one was devouring the corpses of the owner's subordinates, and the big one was looking at the scene of her devouring with gentle eyes, and occasionally reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Bu An only felt cold all over his body, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't move.

Gongsun Pang's long whip was already in his hand, but he stood in place like Luo Qingting. Only Deng Xiaoxian still pointed at the two female ghosts and scolded.

"You mother and daughter, do you think she'll come back to life by feeding her and eating people!? You don't look at how disgusting she looks now......" The more he scolded, the more he scolded, the more unpleasant his tone became, but it didn't help at all except to make the atmosphere more and more awkward.

"That's enough!" Luo Qingting suddenly shouted: "How long do you want to pretend to be crazy and stupid?"

Deng Xiaoxian stopped cursing, swallowed his saliva, and complained: "It's just one breath away from making her die of shame, and if you toss her like this, you have to scold it again......"