Conclude a contract.

This situation is complementary to each other, Ye Siming's origin is mysterious, and the speculation of the hunchbacked old man is completely reasonable.

In his opinion.

Ye Siming defected from the underworld and was hunted down, and made a contract with my grandmother, and my grandmother covered his breath, or allowed him to evade the pursuit of the underworld.

Then the night priest was responsible for protecting me.

In my opinion, this is also the greatest possibility, otherwise Ye Siming would not be so jealous of the underworld, and he has been a little reluctant to exert his full strength many times, all because he is worried that the underworld will be able to detect his existence.

If he really defected from the underworld.

Once you are brought back by the shadows, I am afraid that you will never come back.

All of a sudden, I felt a little empty in my heart.

I can't tell you what it's like.

He shouldn't have shown his face.

While I was thinking wildly, the yin soul chain was thrown out, like a ghost hand emitting black gas, and countless wails in my ears were clearly in my ears.

My heart tightened for no reason, and I wanted to open my mouth to warn, but at this moment, there was a sudden crisp sound, like the tip of a knife touching a piece of iron.

"I want to detain her soul and let the King of Yama, the Fourth Haitian Tibetan Palace, come and get it personally." Ye Siming said coldly, "As for you, you don't have that qualification yet. ”

"Jizoden. The Lord of the Earth. You... Who are you? "When I heard about the Jizo Temple, the iron-blooded spirit of law enforcement suddenly became a little scared.

King Jizo.

This name is too big in the underworld and appalling.

And whether it is a defected ghost or some ghost priests in hell, it is impossible to know, not to mention Ye Siming, who was exiled in the yang world, in the eyes of Yin Cha, he is just a yin ghost who has cultivated for many years and has Taoism.

In the Yang world, it is impossible for him to know.

"Let the Yellow Spring be broken, let the sword blade crack, let the Lethe River break the solid stone, let the underground house have no moon in the eternal night."

Ye Siming's voice was indifferent, and finally he spoke with the power of the emperor, "You say, who is this king?" ”

At that moment, the yin wind blew even more violently, and even many branches were blown off, and the yin was a little overwhelmed by the shock.

Even the green fire on the Yin Whip is much weaker.

In just a few words, it seemed that the yin cha thought of something terrifying, the chains trembled, and the whole body trembled, "You... You're hell..."

I took the time to take a look at the Yin Difference, and found that the green flames on its long whip had been completely blown out by the howling Yin Wind.

His voice became sharp and frightened, but before he could finish his words, he was coldly interrupted by Ye Siming.

"Still not rolling?" Ye Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face sank to reveal displeasure.

Yin Cha is like seeing the king of Yama, and he can't be afraid.

The trembling fart was about to leave quickly, and the hunchbacked old man saw this situation, the situation changed so quickly that he couldn't react at all.

His face was very ugly, so he hurriedly blocked Yincha's way, bowed his head respectfully and said to Yincha, "Lord Yincha, I still hope..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Cha's eyes suddenly burned into flames, and he looked at the hunchbacked old man fiercely.

"Get out!!"

Yin Cha roared angrily, directly flicked the soul chain, and flew out of the hunchbacked old man who hadn't finished speaking.

When the soul chain was withdrawn, Yin Cha directly took out the soul gathering incense that the hunchbacked old man had bribed him before, and said sharply, "Bencha has always been upright and impartial in law enforcement. Are they bribe-takers and corrupt people? ”

As he spoke, the flames burned in Yincha's hands, and directly burned the Soul Gathering Incense into nothingness in front of Ye Siming.

His pupils were green and gloomy, and he glanced at the hunchbacked old man angrily, and resolutely left.

He turned around and disappeared into the gray mist in the distance.