Chang An looked up suspiciously, but there was nothing but a shrouded resentment.

"Be good, don't be afraid, everything has me."

The little female ghost seemed to be appeased, her body was not trembling, her first reaction was to turn around and comfort the young ghost, and coaxed softly: "Brother, don't be afraid. ”

The young ghost looked at the little female ghost with big eyes, and then showed her a little silly smile, "Ying'er, brother protects you!" ”

Huang Liying nodded vigorously at him, tears dripping down, "Mmmm! ”

Chang'an's heart instantly pulled out the cold, she squatted down and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

After she finished speaking, she took out the rusty sword, walked to the willow tree, brandished the rusty sword and slashed something, and there were words in her mouth.

"You dare to move my people?"

Next to the willow tree, a phantom shadow slowly appeared, the old man was wearing a big red flower robe, and he was dodging the sword stabbed by Chang'an everywhere, but no matter how he dodged, the sword would poke a hole in his body in the next second.

The old man had a headache and his feet hurt, Chang'an didn't hear it, the rusty sword in his hand stabbed it gently, the old man's face became even whiter, and gradually even his body became transparent, and the two ghosts and one person looked dumbfounded next to him.

The rune paper in Wang Dazhu's hand is ready, just waiting to do it.

He's a big brother, and his ability is really not small.

Wang Dazhu had never seen Chang'an do it, Huang Liying stood aside with cold eyes, except for a little surprise at first, and then moved her gaze away coldly.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, and this person was always muttering, don't fight and kill, peace is precious, whether it is for people or ghosts, it is like this, nothing has changed.

All this time for what, for her?

Chang'an was tired, so she took out a snack and ate a few bites to continue fighting, when it was almost dark, she threw down the rusty sword and threw it aside, and pasted a rune paper for the old man ghost, the old man's whole face was hideously twisted, staring at the two eyes, staring at Chang'an with bloodshots, and his eyes seemed to be broken with poison.

Chang'an raised the corners of his mouth at him, revealing a harmless smile, and his moist eyes were full of warmth, as if he was sincerely happy.

She casually scattered a few pieces of rune paper around the old man's ghost, and a cold voice rang out.

"Have you ever heard of Nether Street?"

When the old man heard this, he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his straight back was bent a lot.

"How do you kid know?"

Netherworld Ghost Street, literally, sounds like a street in the underworld, but in fact it is not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, it is a avenue that splits between heaven and the underworld.

I used to hear that it was a pipe, but then I don't know how it mutated or what, and that road suddenly became a city, which was full of lonely soul wild lakes with advanced cultivation, and I don't know where it came from.

There are often ghosts with short eyes who bump into them, and they are beaten by the ghosts in the city, and of course the heavenly court and the hell cannot sit idly by, and both sides send troops to encircle and suppress them, but all of them return in vain.

Later, after years of communication, the heavenly court and the underworld shelved their concessions, and the ghost street was a long street, and only those who committed serious crimes and cultivated to a high level of darkness would be imprisoned in it.

To put it simply, if the underworld and the heavenly court can't beat it, the Netherworld Ghost Street will send a ghost to help, similar to the current protection fee.

Chang'an's smile didn't change, "Don't care how I know." ”

"I'm just talking to you in advance now, and I'll send you there later."

The old man closed his eyes, and the pain was as dense as cotton silk all over his body, and he was like a cicada chrysalis wrapped in it, and layer after layer of pain spread over his heart, and the pain in his heart made him unable to speak anymore.

Maybe he didn't bother to speak, the old man thought that Chang'an didn't have this ability, but he had heard it before, and he made it up to fool him. Netherworld Ghost Street, it's not that he's a mortal with no skills, and he can make it move.

Chang'an sat on the side and began to barbecue and eat, the thick aroma of meat wafted into her nose, and she beckoned Wang Dazhu to come over to eat, and the two little ghosts.

Ghosts can't eat the food of the mortal world, especially the little ghosts who don't have any cultivation.

After eating and drinking, she began to get down to business, first asking Huang Liying to pack up her things.

"Wait for me at the door, and we'll go home later."

After Chang'an finished speaking, he handed her a piece of blood jade.

Huang Liying lowered her head and looked at the things in her hand, the jade body was self-contained, bright red as blood, clear and shiny, and there was a trace of warmth in her hand that passed into the depths of her soul in her palm.

She turned her head to look at the man next to the willow tree, the look on her face was more serious than ever, the eyes that looked at the old man and there was deep resentment, that face that was always smiling, there was no trace of a smile at the moment, it was cold like a sharp sword, and her dark eyes were bottomless.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, he turned to look at her, hooked the corners of his mouth, and showed a faint smile at her, his eyebrows were relaxed, and he looked at her seriously, as if he was looking at some treasure in the world.

"Little girl, see how the master avenges you."

After Chang'an finished pretending to be forced, she raised her hand and raised a few yellow talismans, smashing them at the old man's face, she gestured to the sword inserted on the ground on the side, raised her fingers upward, and the rusty sword flew to her hand with a 'boom'.

She cut her finger and a drop of blood dripped onto the rusty sword, "Be reliable, don't drop the chain for me halfway, otherwise ......"

The rusty sword shook instantly, and she didn't finish her words.

Can it not know?

Originally, I wanted to do something, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves, especially since it was just an embroidered sword to be slaughtered at this time.

What can it do? It's also desperate.

Everyone intuitively saw a flower in front of them, and the black and heavy fog covered the eyes, blurry, and they couldn't see anything clearly, and when they gradually became clear, the old man on the ground was gone.

Only Huang Liying looked at Chang'an's eyes with a bit of scrutiny.

She recalled the scene she had just seen, and the coercion that almost made her kneel down immediately, but in the end, it was a red light shot out of the blood jade that surrounded her, so she didn't kneel.

And the cold face in the circle was talking to the ghost that appeared in the black hole, as if he suddenly felt something, he looked up at himself, and then his face became even colder.

"You step on a horse...... What the... Labour... Daughter-in-law ......"

The intermittent words reached her ears, and she tilted her head to look at the few people, wanting to walk next to them, and considering the murderous aura that was like a substance, she stayed where she was and didn't move.

Anyway, nothing will happen to him, what is there to worry about.

Chang'an led a few imps to sweep the entire broken yard, and finally assigned a place to the imps, listed the rules, and got all the safety measures in place.

Seeing that Chang'an was leaving, a large group of ghosts said at the same time: "Good go, adults!" Seeing her walk to the door, the goblins quickly dispersed.

Are they grateful? Of course I'm grateful, can I not be happy to kill the old man who has been oppressing me?

After leaving the broken courtyard, Huang Shaoyang kept holding Huang Liying's hand, and Chang'an ignored him along the way.

She's not angry, there's nothing to be angry about.

She dragged Wang Dazhu to the side, "What do you think of that Huang Shaoyang?" Do you want to take it back and keep it? ”

Wang Dazhu's face changed greatly, and he shook his head as quickly as shaking the dice, "No, no! No way! ”

Wang Dazhu was instantly frightened, although he had the treasure of the old man's ghost, and this treasure was also given by the eldest brother, but raising a little ghost, the old man could peel him and cramp.

There are old people in the family, and there is a daughter-in-law who raises little ghosts, who is afraid to live for a long time?

"Forget it."

She saw that this young ghost had atmospheric luck on him, if the two atmospheric luck were pressed together, would one plus one equal two?

Don't say that Wang Dazhu doesn't agree, Huang Liying is sad.

She was absent-minded all the way, and her eyes looked at the hands of the two of them as if they were not there.

Alas! The daughter-in-law was held by her little hand, and she couldn't say anything yet, she could only watch.

In this world, can you find someone more aggrieved than her?

No.

Maybe her eyes were too resentful, the two ghosts in front looked at her at the same time, and Huang Shaoyang provocatively raised the hands of the two of them.

"I'll take my sister, do you have an opinion?"

Although Huang Liying didn't speak, she pulled her brother.

Chang'an stood alone, like an outsider from beginning to end.

She took advantage of Huang Liying's inattention to drag Huang Shaoyang into the City God Temple, patted the City God on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, the things over there will be yours." ”

Lord Chenghuang looked in the direction of her fingers, his eyes rolled 'bonely', and he also said to Chang'an with a smile: "Double it again, otherwise you don't have to talk!" ”

Chang'an's hand did not hesitate to dig out things, and the items that appeared out of thin air were two times more than the pile just now.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'm definitely looking at people."

Huang Shaoyang stared at Chang'an angrily, damn Z!

How can this man be so despicable!

actually lied to his sister that he had learned from a teacher!

Now that he has entered the City God Temple, he doesn't know how many years have passed when he slips out.

"Give this to my sister."

When Chang'an left, Huang Shaoyang stopped her and stretched out his hand to a tightly wrapped gift box.

"Okay."

She took it and turned to leave.

Huang Shaoyang has been standing at the door, and Lord Chenghuang doesn't seem to care about him, but as long as he has any traces of slipping out, he will appear next to him with a smile.

Cheng Huang Ye leaned against the wall, his hands around his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, looking comfortable, "Yo, are you going to go out?" Do you have any money? ”

Huang Shaoyang spit out two words aggrievedly.

“…… No money. ”

What the city god said was that if he took out more money than that person, he would let himself go.

But where did he get the money?

Huang Shaoyang couldn't help but want to scold his mother, stinky and shameless......

Lord Chenghuang lifted the hem of his clothes up, didn't know that he had ever taken out a mobile phone and handed it to him, and said in a coaxing tone: "I think you're quite boring, let's play." ”

"What is this?"

Huang Shaoyang had never seen this thing before, and he looked at the City God with vigilance.

"Why haven't you even seen your phone?" “…… I haven't been out of the house. ”

"Alas! Forget it, I'll teach you how to play, click this first, then this... That one... Do you understand? "Hmm."