The loud sound of a hammer hitting the ground came from the place where Yan Hua was standing just now.

A cloud of black mist condensed in the air, like a tall male figure.

Yan Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, quickly opened the mall, bought a peachwood sword, took it out and handed it to Qin Shuya.

"Take self-defense."

Qin Shuya took it and happened to see the appearance of the black mist.

That face.

That is the face that Mama Feng drew before she left her soul!

Qin Shuya grabbed the peachwood sword tightly, and rushed forward rashly with a low shout.

Yan Hua was condensing the soul knife here, and he couldn't hold her for a while.

No, Yan Hua could only rush forward after him.

When Qin Shuya was almost hit in the shoulder by a hammer, she pulled her and slashed her with a backhand.

Taking advantage of the ghast's strength, he couldn't stop the momentum and steadily cut off one of his arms.

The two arms become one arm, and the force is reduced, and the speed of the hammer is reduced.

Even if it can't be reduced to 50%, there will always be 3 or 40%.

Yan Hua condensed his face, and when Qin Shuya still wanted to step forward, he also snorted: "Don't be impulsive." ”

Qin Shuya's bloodshot eyes climbed, and only then did she have a trace of clarity.

She suddenly came back to her senses, Feng's mother was gone, and she couldn't drag her down any longer.

Losing two people who are vital to her in one night and she's going crazy.

Qin Shuya came back to her senses, which made Yan Hua breathe a sigh of relief, and began to fight the ghast with a quick knife.

This ghast was indeed powerful, more than ten times more powerful than the kind of ghast she stabbed one by one.

So at present, he has also caught more than twenty knives from her in a row, and only some soul power has been cut off.

Yan Hua could feel that every time her knife touched the ghast, the male protagonist of the world would absorb part of the soul power of the ghast.

After more than twenty knives, the explosive power of the ghast has weakened, and its strength is less than forty percent of what it first saw.

It's time!

Yan Hua saw the opportunity and slashed obliquely.

Who knows, the ghast sensed that the soul knife would suck his soul power, and also realized that he lost again and again after a momentary miss, and he couldn't dodge this knife.

When the fatal slash came, a fierce light burst out in his eyes, and he pounced on Qin Shuya regardless of it.

Yan Hua jumped in mid-air, and it was obviously too late to protect him.

The ghast was desperately cut off by her waist, and pounced on Qin Shuya before it dissipated.

Yan Hua shouted in a hurry: "Shu Ya, raise your sword and slash diagonally." ”

Qin Shuya was a little at a loss, and when she heard Yan Hua's shout, she subconsciously slashed out with her arm diagonally from the bottom to the top.

"Ahh

With an extremely unwilling scream, the hammer that was about to fall on Qin Shuya's head paused.

With a "bang", the hammer landed in front of Qin Shuya's feet.

It almost hit her feet.

Qin Shuya was stunned and looked at the ghast in front of her who was split in half diagonally, and glared at her viciously before it dissipated into mist.

She glared back viciously as well.

The mist that had been split into three clouds fluttered and gathered at a turtle speed.

Although it is turtle speed, it is also much faster than the speed at which ordinary ghasts gather.

Yan Hua waited for the battle, planning to wait until the ghast regrouped, and if the yin was not enough, she would split him again.

Just as he was thinking, a black figure suddenly appeared in the air.

The three of them looked at each other, and the red-haired and red-eyed sneering fell.

He collected his soul first, and then turned his head to look at Yan Hua.

Last time, he seemed to have robbed someone's ghost without saying goodbye.

I didn't expect to meet again so soon.

And this time, the ghasts killed by others have risen a whole notch.

The red-haired and red-eyed yin took out his mobile phone a little uncomfortably and registered it for Yan Hua.

Yan Hua turned his head and asked Qin Shuya, "Do you want to register too?" ”

Qin Shuya shook her head: "I'm not a Heavenly Master, and I'm not interested. ”

Yan Hua was not reluctant, and received the credit this time alone.

The red-haired and red-eyed yin was still uncomfortable because of what happened last time, so the ghast spirit that simply snatched his head was also registered in Yan Hua's name.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt like it fell on him, and his eyes, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds of boulder, moved away.

The red-haired and red-eyed yin is very puzzled.

How could such a young little Heavenly Master possibly put so much pressure on him?

This was the second time he had suspected that he was being stared at by Lord Black Impermanence.

After dealing with the soul power of the ghast, Yan Hua asked what to do with Feng's mother who was killed by the ghast in the studio?

There is also this strong resentment that is still not dissipated.

The red-haired and red-eyed Yin almost stepped through the wall, and saw Feng Ma standing beside the easel blankly, and also saw the paintings on the easel.

When Yan Hua followed Qin Shuya, who hurriedly entered the studio, into the door, her red-haired and red-eyed look was very solemn: "Her situation is not very good. ”

"She died horizontally, and she is considered to be unfinished in her life, and Yin has no right to interfere with her stay in the world."

"But she is contaminated with too much resentment here, and the ability of those who have died to accept resentment is stronger than that of a dead soul who dies normally."

Yan Hua also looked solemn: "So, Mother Feng will also become a ghast?" ”

Yin Cha nodded: "It shouldn't be long before she becomes a ghast." When she becomes a ghast, her conscience will be extinguished, and evil thoughts will eat away at her reason. Just like the face you met for the first time, instinctively waiting for an opportunity to find a substitute to die, in exchange for the opportunity to reincarnate yourself. ”

Yan Hua: ......

"There's no other way to fix it?"

"Can we only wait until the dead soul becomes a bad soul and then start doing evil, and then there will be a bad luck to kill and arrest?"

"Why not solve this problem at the source and reduce the workload?"

Yin Cha's red eyes flickered: "The regulations above have their own deep meaning, and they are not something that pawns like me can put their beaks." ”

Yan Hua: ......

Well, she felt like she was looking for the wrong person.

Looking at Mama Feng in a dazed state, she imagined that countless dead souls who died for various reasons had all passed from this stage, and finally turned into ghasts and continued to commit murder in various places.

She really couldn't figure it out, why didn't she find a way to stop such a vicious circle from the source?

The yang life of the dead is not over, so don't you add it to the next life?

Or if there is a fault in the merit book, it is better to use it to offset it.

Because Yang Shou didn't fulfill such a broken reason, he threw the dead ones in Yang Shi and didn't ask, and let them become ghasts and scourge innocent people?

What kind of bullshit is this called?

Yan Hua's eyes were burning and he stared at Yin Cha, asking him to find a way.

The scalp is fried, and the face is paralyzed.

He lowered his head and quickly took action on his phone.

In less than a moment, the wind blew on the flat ground, and a circular circle suddenly appeared on its own.

A tall black hat slowly emerged from the ground in the center of the array.

This was followed by a coffin-like face.

Then there was a wide robe and black clothes with mysterious dark patterns.

Finally, a pair of thin-soled black boots.

The boots were also covered in dark lines.

If you look closely, the dark lines all over the body of the visitor are slowly flowing like flowing clouds.

After watching it for a long time, you will even have a feeling of delirium and unstable soul.

Yan Hua quietly looked away, and his attention fell on the saber on the comer's waist and the mourning stick in his hand.

"It's the one who came, the Punishment Division, Lord Black Impermanence?"

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