"Childe ......" The eerie voice of the female resentful spirit drifted with the mist, like crying and laughing, like a cold palm sweeping across the back of the neck.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death.

However, Lan Yanshen showed a handsome smile, hitting the lantern with one hand and clenching the other into a fist, "Do you want to be beaten again?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" The female resentful spirit didn't dare to die, so she quickly jumped out, holding an umbrella, and smiled at Lan Yan with a flattering face, "Childe, people invited you over this time, not because they want you to beat me, but because they want to ask Childe to help me teach me a scumbag!" ”

Lan Yanshen was very satisfied with the female resentful's method of dealing with Feng's mother and daughter last night, he was in a good mood, and motioned for her to continue, "Tell me directly what you need me to do." ”

"Childe, I won't tell you the truth, my father-in-law always beat me, he beat me to the point that my nose was blue and my face was swollen before I died, and I didn't know how to restrain after I died, I really can't stand it, I want to ask Childe to help me teach it a hard lesson!" The female resentful ghost's eyes were full of indignation, and she looked at Lan Yanshen with some apprehension, "It's just that he is a third-level resentful spirit, and his strength is not weak, do you need any charms or something like that to help?" ”

The female resentful spirit had heard before her death that powerful immortal cultivators all use charms and formations, although the little boy in front of him is strong, but against such a powerful resentful spirit as the third-level resentful spirit, he can't go directly empty-handed, right?

"No need, you can take me to him now" Lan Yanshen waved his hand disappreciably, "Hold on, I'm in a hurry." ”

The female ghost was speechless, it had no choice but to take Lan Yanshen towards the depths of the cemetery.

There are many nameless tombs in the cemetery, the grave bag is next to the grave bag, and there are messy weeds growing on it, the ghostly ghost fire is floating on the tomb, and the overly heavy yin qi is rushing to the face, rolling up a cold wind that doesn't know where it comes from, and the cold man's bones tremble, burrowing into Lan Yanshen's clothes, sticking to his body.

Raising his hand disapprovingly, Lan Yanshen dispersed the cold qi from his body, and then took a calm step, under the leadership of the female resentful spirit, standing in front of a deserted grave.

Unlike the surrounding graves, this one was empty, and the heavy yin qi wiped out all the creatures around it, and even the tenacious weeds could not take root under this thick yin qi, making the gray and abrupt grave bag look extremely desolate.

"Childe, this is it." The female wraith seemed to be afraid of the owner of the grave bag, and at this moment it shrunk its neck and said in horror.

"Huh? Qing'er, who are you calling Gongzi? Suddenly there was a roar like thunder from the grave, and in an instant the heavens and the earth changed color, and a thick haze surged in the air, covering the bright moon in the sky, making the entire cemetery swallowed up by darkness.

......The female resentful spirit called Qing'er was trembling in fright, and watched a cloud of sticky black smoke come out of the grave, and then condensed into a humanoid shape with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

It was a rough middle-aged man, it was more than two meters tall, the muscles on its body were bulging like stones, standing in front of Qing'er like an iron tower, the face had long been rotten, maggots were wantonly shuttling through its mouth and nose, writhing and falling to the ground with the action of getting up.

"You unruly slut, is this bean sprout your new little white face?" The male resentful spirit glared at Lan Yanshen with a pair of cloudy eyes, and found that his expression was cold and disdainful, and he couldn't help but be angry, "Stinky boy, what kind of expression do you have?" Look at Lao Tzu who will not destroy you! ”

The male resentful spirit fan seemed to wave his palm, and a gust of wind suddenly swept in, turned in the air, and slapped towards the door of the blue banquet!