Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang Tuanlian was like being hit by five thunders, her body was shaky, tears rolled down her cheeks like broken threads, and she said in disbelief: "You guys...... You killed my husband......"

"It's not that I killed the little lady's husband, it's your husband who is looking for death, it's okay to provoke any black wind village, this is completely his own death, little lady, you are alone now, it's better to start from the poor road, how about we ......be a dewy couple" The little Taoist priest put away the machete, looked at Zhang Tuanlian's wife with squinting eyes, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, this little lady had fine skin and tender meat, a small waist in the willows, not a hand, and the delicate little face was pear blossoms with rain at the moment, and it looked a little charming and moving.

It's just that the little lady has a strong temperament, and when she thought that her husband had died tragically at the hands of this group of people, she couldn't help but feel sad, and quickly turned around, ran in the direction of the bed, took out a pair of scissors from under the pillow, and rushed towards the two little Taoist priests, to make that desperate fight.

As soon as he ran halfway there, there was a flash at the door, and two more people came in, one of them was also dressed as a Taoist priest, and he looked to be in his fifties, he was the Qingxu Daoist, and behind him was an evil spirit, a thin black man with white hair - Weng Chai !

There is still a thing floating on the top of Weng Chai head, only a head, and a string of internal organs that are still squirming underneath, as soon as Mrs. Zhang Tuanlian saw this ghost-like thing, she immediately screamed, and sat down on the ground, her eyes were full of horror, even if a big man saw such a situation, he could be scared to death, no matter how bad it was, he could pee his pants in fright, let alone a woman.

Zhang Tuanlian's wife sat on the ground, trembling all over, her lips were white, her handsome smiling face was bloodless, and she was holding the scissors tightly in her hand, as if she was stupid.

Xiaobao was locked in the cabinet by his mother, heard his mother's screams, and suddenly had an urge to open the cabinet and rush out, but his mind suddenly remembered his mother's repeated admonitions, he still couldn't help but not go out, just the cabinet was not closed too tightly, revealing a slight gap, Xiaobao was very curious to look into the room secretly from the gap, through the dim light, Xiaobao saw his mother sitting on the ground, in front of her stood two old grandfathers and two uncles, There seems to be a thing floating on the top of a black old man's head, Rao is Xiaobao is young and can't help but look dumbfounded, that thing turned out to be a human head without eyelids, but I don't know what is hanging under the head, trembling and trembling, constantly squirming, Xiaobao was trembling with fright, tears rolled down uncontrollably, he really wanted to cry out loud, I wanted to go back to his mother's arms, but his mother said not to let himself make a sound, and not to let himself run out, otherwise he would not pay attention to him in the future, Xiaobao had to bite his lip tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, which was extremely depressed, making Xiaobao's body keep shaking in the cabinet, and tears fell down in a stream.

After the Qingxu Daoist walked into the house, he glanced around, his eyes lingered on the place where the little treasure was for a moment, and then quickly transferred to Mrs. Zhang Tuanlian, who was sitting on the ground, looking very displeased, and said angrily: "Why are you two moving so slowly?!" Let's kill this woman soon, it's getting dark, and we have to get out of the city as much as possible. ”