At this time, the corridor on the second floor was already empty.

Yu Muhuai braked suddenly, then turned around, ready to face the cursed child.

When he saw that his target was not moving, the cursed boy also stopped, and let out a burst of hissing sounds.

In the course of the chase, the Cursed Child spends on all fours, his hands and feet rushing forward like a savage creature that has not yet fully evolved.

Yu Muhuai flipped his palm, and the round ghost core appeared on it.

When he saw this ghost core, the cursed boy immediately became even more restless. Its nose sniffed around like a canine, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

The human in front of him emitted a good smell, like a delicacy, attracting its attachment.

It wanted to lie on this human's body, reach all its tentacles into her soul, and absorb all her essence.

Yu Muhuai only felt that this cursed boy who had just lost its host was getting more and more foul, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and fan the air in front of her.

The cursed boy was enraged by this action, let out an ugly roar like coughing and phlegm, kicked his legs, and rushed towards Yu Muhuai.

The ghost core has different ways of using it for people and g, Yu Muhuai frowned and stared at the cursed boy who pounced, and read out two words.

"Freeze."

The cursed child's body immediately stopped in mid-air, and it was still a little stunned, obviously not yet reacting.

"Control."

As Yu Muhuai's voice fell, the cursed boy suddenly let out a painful wail. The black mist around it began to roll over, restless like boiling water.

Yu Muhuai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, because he was too hard, his body began to tremble slightly.

She stared at the black mass in the air across from her, struggling to resist it.

The temperature around him gradually decreased, and the anger of the cursed boy became stronger and stronger, and the black mist became thicker and thicker. It let out a terrifying roar, as if it wanted to bite through the throat of the human on the other side as soon as it broke free.

In such a desperate confrontation, every second is torment.

After all, Yu Muhuai's foundation was still shallow, and she soon felt physically exhausted.

When the cursed boy launched another attack, blood oozed from the corners of Yu Muhuai's mouth.

The next time, it was as if she saw a snowflake in front of her.

The next time, she only felt that her legs were a little weak, and she couldn't stand still, so she could only move her body down and kneel on one knee.

As if to see victory in sight, the cursed boy's jet-black mouth opened, and a crescent-shaped mouth occupied its entire face. A foul smell wafted out, and it made a pleasant sound.

The effects of [Control] and [Immobilization] gradually faded, and the hands and feet of the cursed boy were slowly able to move.

It bared its teeth and let out a howl of excitement, and it was about to sprint with all its might.

"Quick!" Without warning, Yu Muhuai suddenly shouted.

"Phew! Youkai, come to life! ”

With a shout full of breath, a spell with golden light flew to the head of the cursed child.

Two more spells were placed on its chest and on the soles of its feet.

Yu Muhuai only felt that his head hurt so much that he was about to explode, but he still used all his strength to pronounce the last word.

"Purification."

Trapped by the three immobilization spells, the Cursed Boy sensed the real danger and was no longer the light enemy he had before, trying to break free with all his might, only to find that he had missed the best opportunity.

Jiang Ting took out the peachwood sword, sprayed it with white wine, and after reciting the incantation, the peachwood sword actually ignited a raging fire, but the peachwood sword in the flames was unharmed.

"Today, Jiang Ting, the 27th generation disciple of Luofu Sect, will do the way for heaven and kill demons! Rise! ”

(Yu Muhuai: Can you talk less?? ）

"Go!"

As soon as Jiang Ting's words fell, the peachwood sword in his hand rose in response and galloped towards the cursed boy.

In the frightened gaze of the cursed boy, the mahogany sword stabbed straight into his throat.

"Shhhh Hiss ......"

It barely made a few hoarse noises before quickly beginning to collapse.

Since it had no real form, when it was completely dead, there was not even dust left.

The black mist gradually receded, the three immobilization spells were burned to ashes, and the peachwood sword was withdrawn.

Except for some black powder on the carpet, there was nothing left.

Yu Muhuai gasped for breath, supporting his knees with one hand and the ground with the other, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Jiang Ting put the peachwood sword back into the sword bag behind him, walked to Yu Muhuai's side, and was just about to help her up, when he heard a burst of applause.

Jiang Ting immediately became nervous, he hurriedly took out the peachwood sword again, made a sword move, and shouted, "Who? It's a human or a ghost who pulls it out for a walk! ”

Yu Muhuai rolled his eyes, can't you pinch your fingers and count if it's a human or a ghost? Sometimes it's reliable, sometimes it's second, and she babbles all day long, and she feels worried about her future with such a teammate.

The door to the room at the end of the hallway opened, and out of it came a man, followed by several guards.

For this person, Yu Muhuai is very familiar.

The boss of Qianximen, Qian Jiadong.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed chained glasses, a mustache on his lips, his hair was shiny, and he wore a very orthodox robe and waistcoat.

Qian Jiadong founded Qianximen when he was 23 years old, which has been popular until now, and has maintained its glory for ten years, and will continue to maintain it to a large extent.

In addition to his brilliant mind in business marketing, his connections are also a recipe for success.

As the saying goes, don't always see successful people start from scratch, you don't see those people's parents.

Qian Jiadong is a typical person who grew up with a golden spoon.

Qian Guohao, the father of Qian, is the director of the Jiu'an Municipal Taxation Bureau. Qian Jiadong's biological uncle is the largest B. faction in Jiu'an City, the boss of the Axe Gang. An uncle of Qian Jiadong is the commander-in-chief of a warlord in Zhenyu's country.

The Qian family can be described as a real black and white all-in-one.

His grandfather is the president of the Zhenyu National Calligraphy Association, and an uncle is an internationally renowned emerging director.

To a certain extent, the Qian family is also a literary and martial artist, and they know everything.

Qian Jiadong, who was born in such a family, and such a Qianximen, can almost walk sideways in Jiu'an City, and no one dares to provoke him.

Neither can the Tao family.

When Wang Manyun suddenly committed suicide downstairs, Qian Jiadong was meeting with guests upstairs. After that, he sent guards to escort the guests away through the exclusive passageway, while he stayed in the box and waited for the patrol room to come to the door.

Being in a high position, Qian Jiadong clearly saw the changes after Wang Manyun's death, and he realized that this was an unnatural event.

People like the Qian family will be more or less exposed to related things, so Qian Jiadong is not too frightened. He just didn't expect that such a thing would happen in his own realm.

Just as he was thinking about which master to help solve the problem, he heard movement outside the door.

Then he witnessed what had just happened.