The man's face was as white as a blank sheet of paper, but his lips were dazzlingly red.

He was dressed in white and had a tall hat of the same color as his head. At this time, he was carrying a strange bag in his hand, and the stunned pestle was staring at Zhuohua.

Zhuohua secretly wondered, is there another fight?

"You ......"

He opened his mouth suddenly, his voice a little hoarse, as if he was still exuding cold.

"You're a monk?"

The tone of the words was questioning, but full of certainty.

"Are you...... Ghost repair? Zhuo Hua felt the breath coming from his body and tugged at the corners of his mouth. This ghost is slender and almost human-like, but a little too white, as if a layer of flour has been pasted on it.

The white ghost sighed inwardly, and he didn't know what kind of luck he had. In the past, when other ghost cultivators came to collect grievances, they didn't do anything, but this time it was their turn, and they ran into someone who didn't seem to be easy to mess with.

"Yes...... Oh, yes. He replied hesitantly. How...... What's wrong? ”

"How did you get here?" Zhuohua looked at him curiously, she had obviously looked for everything just now, why didn't she see where the passage was?

"Came here." The white ghost didn't understand why Zhuohua asked this question.

"I mean, where is the passage to your ghost realm?"

When the white ghost heard this, his heart instantly became vigilant, and he hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Zhuohua rubbed his nose, "I want to borrow something from your ghost world." ”

"Nope." When the white ghost heard this, he quickly gave birth and rejected her, "We can't let outsiders in the ghost world, you can't go in." ”

"I won't do anything to hurt you, I'm just asking for something, why are you so nervous?" Zhuohua rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

"Will a murderer say he's a murderer?" The white ghost pursed his lips, "I don't believe you." Don't even think about it. ”

Zhuohua tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "My idea is a peaceful discussion, don't force me to be rude." As she spoke, she clenched her fists and made a "quack" sound.

The white ghost was stunned by her momentum, and then shook his head frantically and refused, "No, no, no." ”

Zhuohua's hand moved slightly, and the spiritual power slowly condensed in her palm, and the coercion on her body was completely released, and it was overwhelmingly pressed towards the white ghost.

The white ghost is just a little ghost who has just practiced, where can he fight against the scorching Hua. He fell to his knees under the pressure of this coercion, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept dripping down.

"I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to force me, huh?"

The sweat on the white ghost's head instantly flowed faster.

"Okay." He closed his eyes and shouted, "I'll take you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the coercion disappeared from his body in an instant. He lay on the ground in embarrassment, gasping for air, a look of calculation flashing in his eyes.

'Still want to go to the ghost world?' Halloween isn't all that easy to go. Although he couldn't beat her, he didn't believe that the people in the entire ghost world couldn't beat her! Thinking of this, he smiled secretly.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner? Why bother with so much trouble? Zhuohua chuckled, reached out to help him up, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

The white ghost nodded and led the way ahead.

Zhuohua followed him around and around to a stone wall.

I saw that the white ghost stretched out his hand and slapped a palm on the wall, and in an instant, a strange black vortex appeared on the stone wall.

It turned out that it was hidden with resentment. Zhuohua stretched out his finger and tapped his chin lightly.