The door suddenly opened, and several ghosts in the stairwell were startled.

Wanwan still reacted the fastest, after being ugly by the female ghost, she lowered her head and saw Fan Yulei lying on the ground under the stairs with an injury to her forehead, she suddenly clenched her small fists angrily and joined the group of ghosts in the melee.

A few ghosts scattered as they rushed over.

There is no other reason, the little girl's physique is too terrible, and when she gets close to her, she feels like she is going to be burned.

The female ghost in the wedding dress was angry after being beaten, and she popped out her claws to tear up those stupid things that she didn't know what to do, and after being dizzy, she aimed at the female ghost who first made a move on her and chased her, but the soul body had not left, and she felt a burning pain in her ankle, she grinned and looked at the little guy who grabbed her ankle, and decisively raised her other foot to kick it.

Seeing this, Xia Zhihuai flew up and kicked directly on her calf, staring at the female ghost in the wedding dress with a cold expression.

"Don't touch my sister."

The female ghost was kicked by him, and looked at the brother and sister in shock: "Who are you?" ”

"Those who do the way for heaven!"

Wanwan said angrily, grabbing her ankle and slamming it directly against the wall, holding a soft little fist and smashing it into her abdomen.

Xia Zhihuai has always been guarding against the female ghost against Wanwan, but fortunately, Wanwan has always been fierce in combat, and the female ghost was beaten solidly.

was smashed several times in succession by Wanwan, and the ghost in the wedding dress was also a little annoyed, and the yin qi on her body suddenly opened, trying to isolate Wanwan from Xia Zhihuai.

The ghost of the wedding dress fought and retreated, and Wanwan pursued her by winning and beat her.

Xia Zhihuai furrowed his brows, realizing the other party's intentions, and immediately rushed forward quickly, trying to pull Wanwan back.

"Wanwan, don't go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanwan and the female ghost disappeared from his eyes.

Xia Zhihuai stepped on the air and fell down the stairs.

……

Wanwan heard Xia Zhihuai's voice, and when she turned around, she just saw him fall downstairs, and her eyes were red in a hurry.

She immediately turned around and rushed back, but the darkness was already enveloping her.

Where the yin qi swept through, there were many afterimages of shadows, and those shaking shadows slowly solidified, forming a red theater building.

Red silk was hung on the theater floor, and figures gradually appeared on both sides of the stage, and gongs, drums, pianos and flutes played one after another.

Wanwan stopped, turned to look at the theater behind her, and stared at the Tsing Yi with heavy makeup on the stage.

The scene in front of me is very strange, and it is not a human being who is playing instruments on either side, but a puppet.

The puppets all have threads hanging on them, but they have expressions on their faces and a light smile on their lips, but they make people feel that they are in pain.

But they played music step by step, and cooperated with Tsing Yi on the stage to complete the performance.

Wanwan can't understand opera, and there is not much difference between singing and chanting for her.

She put her hand in her pocket, took out her peachwood sword, ignored the Tsing Yi on the stage, turned around and headed in the direction of the door.

The door was tightly closed, but it wasn't much of a problem for her.

The peachwood sword condensed a strong aura, and it slashed at the gate with a "clang", directly splitting the gate into a big hole.

Blood slowly flowed from the smashed door, gradually spilling over Wanwan's ankles.

Wanwan didn't care at all and continued to split.

If she dares to hurt her brother, she must tear down this ugly ghost's home!

"Little thing, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

The mournful voice of the ghost in the wedding dress echoed throughout the patio.

Wanwan pulled out her peachwood sword, biting her fingertips and smearing the blood on the sword.

With a small black face, she stabbed the peachwood sword behind her backhand with her backhand.

Although she is not very good at fighting, the master of the heavenly realm has taught them the tricks of self-preservation, and Brother Qinglong often guides her in fighting.

That's why she's always been very sensitive to danger.

The peachwood sword stabbed into the air, and the space suddenly distorted, and the female ghost gradually revealed her figure.

Wanwan pulled out her sword, looked at her wound from being pierced and burned by the peachwood sword, and immediately stepped aside, dodging her claws.

"Well deserved!"

Wanwan looked at her bloody wound and said angrily.

The girl in the wedding dress was blinded and burned by the thousand-year-old peachwood, even she couldn't bear it.

She went crazy, waving the red silk in her hand, trying to tie her up and knock the peachwood sword out of her hand.

Wanwan held her breath and concentrated, the golden seal between her forehead slowly floated, holding the peach wood sword in her hand, like a raging and angry little beast, holding the sword in both hands and rushing directly towards the wedding girl's ghost, the sword body that exuded golden light suddenly burst out of a dazzling light, and slashed straight forward.

The originally gray sky suddenly cracked a white line......

Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at the female ghost in the wedding dress whose body was split from the middle, and her soul turned into ashes inch by inch......

The surrounding scenery slowly dissipated.

Wanwan stood firmly in place, her small breasts undulating, and the corners of her mouth were tight.