Seeing more than a dozen bodyguards scattering and fleeing, the old lady Wang Sangu walked to the door of the backyard and looked inside with a calm expression.

Out of curiosity, Fan Jian also put the door frame on it, glanced inside, and then immediately put his head back.

What did he see? It's no wonder that more than a dozen big men were scared like that, the things inside were terrible.

The whole backyard is bounded by the gate, the sun is shining outside, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the door is not visible, the yin air is pervasive, there are no buildings and houses in sight, only countless ghosts floating in the black fog.

Each of those ghosts died differently, some were hanged, and the ropes were still hanging around their necks.

His face was pale, his eyeballs had left his sockets and hung on his face, and a long scarlet tongue hung down on his chest.

There are also those who died in car accidents, leaving only half of their bodies left, crawling around on the ground, leaving blood trails all the way, looking for the crushed lower half of their bodies.

There are also drowned, drenched all over their bodies, their stomachs bulging like balloons, and as they walk, water comes out of their mouths from time to time, and from time to time they spit out a watery piece of grass.

A hundred ghosts have a way to die, and the people who watch it are terrified, and the entire backyard is the eighteenth layer of hell in the Hades Palace.

Those bodyguards who broke in, who weren't scared to death inside, were already good.

"Master, why don't we withdraw first, and I'll bring more people back when we get back?"

Zhao Qian also saw the scene inside, originally he thought how capable a Taoist priest who could only secretly use means could be.

More than a dozen bodyguards will definitely be able to subdue him, but he didn't expect to see such a big battle, and he immediately retreated.

He is an old Jianghu who knows how to act at the right time in order to save his life.

Besides, his son was still there, and he didn't want Jiang Shen to be in danger, so he proposed to Wang Sangu to retreat strategically first.

"It's late, you look back, can you still go?"

The old lady smiled at the corner of her mouth, picked up the cigarette pouch and took a puff, puffed on the three of them, and said indifferently.

When Fan Jian and the others heard this, they looked back, and saw that the front yard, which was originally normal, had changed.

The surrounding walls were no longer visible, replaced by a thick black fog, and the dozen or so bodyguards fell to the ground in unison, already fainting.

"This, what to do? Master Wang, Brother Fan, ask the two to protect Jiang Shen, don't worry about me. ”

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Gan was even more afraid, but he still put his son first.

"Dad, what do you say, it's just desperate, and I can't let you be hurt."

Listening to his father's words, Jiang Shen's eyes turned red and he said loudly.

"What? Do? It's not life and death, crying and chirping.

There is a ghost in the black mist, and if you get it, you will be unconscious, and you will be smoked by the old lady, which has no effect on you.

These ghosts in front of you, looking scary, are actually a trick, and they are not real ghosts, what is there to be afraid of?

You stay here, as long as you don't move, you'll be fine.

He hasn't been active for many years, and his arms and legs are stiff, and the old lady will meet him when he goes in. ”

After speaking, Wang Sangu took her two-foot-long cigarette pouch in her mouth and entered the backyard, her demeanor was like going to her vegetable garden to pick a cucumber.

After listening to Mrs. Wang's words, Zhao Gan's father and son stayed where they were, not daring to move.

I'm afraid of getting rid of the cigarettes on my body, but they are too worried, as long as the smoke from Wang Sangu is contaminated, the smell will not disappear within three days.

Not as cautious as they were, Fan Jian thought for a moment and followed Wang Sangu into the backyard.

Let an old lady of sixty or seventy years old charge, he is a big and old man watching from the outside, he can't do it.

Besides, he had an inexplicable affection for the old lady, and he had the means to save his life, so he didn't think much about it, so he followed in, thinking that he might be able to help the old lady.

"Young man, you have a good heart."

Seeing Fan Jian coming in, Wang Sangu nodded approvingly and praised her.

Then he smoked the pouch violently, and the egg-sized cigarette pouch pot immediately turned red, and the dry tobacco leaves stuffed inside lit up.

I saw two living people, and the ghosts of all kinds of deaths surrounded them, baring their fangs and sharp teeth, and were about to pounce on them.

Fan Jian snorted lightly, and with a handsome wave of his hand, the Soul Devourer appeared, rushing towards the hundred ghosts.

Then he returned to Fan Jian's hands in a daze, and the hundred ghosts were still there, and they were not hurt at all.

Seeing such a situation, Fan Jian, like Soul Devourer, was also stunned, what is the situation?

"It's all said to be a trick, it's fake, it's not real, what are you pulling with a broken knife?"

Seeing Fan Jian's stupid appearance, Wang Sangu scolded, then put the red-hot cigarette pouch and pot in front of her mouth and blew hard.

And I saw the burning dry tobacco leaves, carrying the sparks in the sky, flying towards the hundred ghosts.

The ghost shadow that was originally fangs and claws, as soon as it met Mars, it was like butter put on a red-hot iron plate, which melted and disappeared in an instant.

For a while, the dense fog in the entire backyard seemed to be dispersed by a gust of wind, revealing its original face.

I saw that the atom was empty, and there was no superfluous arrangement, only three tiled houses at the end. The door was closed tightly.

"Old man, are you so powerful? The younger generation admires. ”

Seeing that Wang Sangu broke the obstacle with a mouthful of cigarette ash, Fan Jian was really impressed and gave a thumbs up.

"It's not over yet, the awesome ones will come out soon, be careful yourself."

After the old lady finished speaking, she sat cross-legged on the ground, shaking her head and shaking her body.

Seeing the old lady like this, Fan Jian was startled, what's wrong with this old lady, did she suddenly have a seizure?

I wanted to let the old lady lie down and bite something in her mouth, so as not to hurt her tongue.

He often leads groups, and he can still deal with some emergency first aid.

But when I got closer, Mrs. Wang shook very regularly, and she smoked cigarettes from time to time, and her mouth was full of words.

"The top of the head is a seven-star glazed tile, and the foot is an eight-sided purple gold brick.

Feet on the ground, head to the sky, stride and walk in a chain.

Stand firmly on your feet and lean on the camp, come and invite the gods to the mortal world... ”

Is this a two-person turn? No, it's a divine tune, Fan Jian understood, the old lady is not guilty of sheep madness, this is asking God to come up.

The old lady continued, the tone of her mouth continued to output, and her body shook even more, the frequency was by no means the state of an old man of sixty or seventy years old, Fan Jian looked at it in amazement.

Just when he was surrounding the old lady and watching the traditional national culture, he found that in the three houses, there was a trace of black gas wafting out.

Then the air gradually condensed into the shape of a demon, different from those ghosts just now, as soon as this ghost appeared, Fan Jian felt a cold aura attack, and his hands and feet were about to freeze.

Seeing that the powerful ghost was about to move towards them, Fan Jian stood in front of the old lady.

The invitation to God was not over yet, he had to buy time, so his mind moved, and the soul eater flew out.

He could feel that this ghost was real, and as long as it was true, Soul Eater could deal with it.

Fan Jian's mind moved, and the Soul Devourer shook in the air, and flew directly towards the powerful ghost on the roof.

As soon as he approached the house, a large black net suddenly flew out, trapping the Soul Eater inside.

The fierce ghost smirked and pounced towards Fan Jian.

"The net is a dead thing, without a soul, it's over, the master has to explain here." Fan Jian saw that the Soul Eater was trapped, and his heart was cold.