The nightmarish sound of Devil May Cry seemed to echo in my ears.

In the dark of the night, it creates an eerie atmosphere that makes people stand out from the smell.

Inside the villa living room.

More than a dozen people from the Chen family gathered together, looking panicked.

The younger girls were even more trembling.

"Dad, are the people you invited today reliable?! I knew I wouldn't be back today. ”

A girl who looked like a high school student sat restlessly in front of Chen Dali, like a man's back.

Chen Dali listened to the crying outside, his face was pale and bloodless, and his scalp was numb.

sighed and said, "So far, whether it is reliable or not depends on them, if even they are helpless, then ...... Then we'll have to move. ”

The villa cost tens of millions and was built in less than three years.

If you really want to give up, Chen Dali will inevitably have some pain.

After all, if it becomes a haunted house, no one will be willing to take it over.

For the sake of the future, he could only pray desperately that the gang sent by Feng Zhenghao could solve his troubles.

Outside the villa.

With Chen Guo's reminder, Han Jue and Feng Shayan raised their vigilance and stared at everything in their field of vision.

"Woo woo, forehead ~ drop ~ cut ~ pro ~ mother ~ ......"

A dark shadow ripped open the ground and slowly emerged from the kennel at the edge of the lawn.

He wears a black conical hat on his head and a mourning stick in his hand.

The stick was wrapped in dense strips of white rags.

"This dress, is it really the little weeping grave man Xue Wan of all sex? No, Xue Wan has never learned to walk in the immortals. ”

The ability of the grave weeper to drill out of the dirt soil is obviously from the earth walking technique of the Xingxian lineage in the Jialong Mountains.

Han Jue stood in the middle of the branches of a large tree, looking at it with his eyes and muttering to himself.

The grave weeper was half-cut into the dirt, with the abdomen above the outside.

While waving the mourning stick, he opened his voice and cried.

Han Jue frowned after hearing this for a while.

Feng Yaya, who was squatting on his shoulder, suddenly held her head and pouted, "Brother, I'm a little dizzy......"

Han Jue was shocked, not good, he almost forgot that this cry had a spiritualist effect!

So, he put Feng Yaya off her shoulder, clamped it in her armpit, and without saying a word, gave her a slap.

"Smack!"

Feng Yaya sobered up instantly, kicked her two little short legs, and said aggrievedly with a flat mouth: "Why do you beat people's butts?" ”

Han Jue: "......"

No why, because I'm only going to do this simple, crude and straightforward way!

"Get ready to do it, that kid seems to be very alert, I'm afraid it's unlikely that he'll come out completely."

Han never moved and notified Feng Shayan and Chen Guo in WeChat.

"Okay, you count, let's shoot together."

"1, 2, 3, up!"

Quickly issued a command, Han Jue filled up the 2000+ agility attributes, stepped on the branch that was more than half a person thick where he fell, and his body was like a menacing tiger descending from the mountain, and pounced towards the direction where the grave weeping man was.

Feng Shayan and Chen Guo activated their abilities almost at the same time.

The difference in the strength of the three of them is evident at this moment.

Feng Shayan used her trick, the earth shrinking technique.

Almost in the blink of an eye, her figure appeared to the right of the weeping grave.

Han Jue's speed was not weaker than her, and he was even faster than her, landing first.

On the other hand, Chen Guo's performance in this regard was obviously insufficient, at least six or seven steps slower than the two of them.

"Pretend to be a ghost, get out of here!"

Without waiting for the grave cryer to react, Han Jue let out a deafening shout and stomped his foot violently.

Leg method · 3000+ strength you stomp you are also numb!

"Bang!"

The ground around the grave weeper's body immediately collapsed and cracked, turning into a huge mud pit.

Expose the entire body of the grave weeper.

He looked around blankly.

Inexplicably, there is an illusion that the clothes have been stripped naked.

What happened?

Han never gave him room to think.

Throwing Feng Yaya back, a bronze-colored arm grabbed at the grave weeping man.

"Whoosh!"

Little Lori flipped a few heels and fell backwards.

Feng Yaya: "......"

Brother, I'd rather not do a little bit of personnel!

The grave weeper finally realizes that he has fallen into a trap and is surrounded.

The right arm was raised decisively.

The mourning sticks that had been soaked in countless corpse oils, with a smell of rotting corpses, swung out of Han Jue's arm.

Meanwhile.

He looked in the other direction.

Feng Shayan was waving her two arms in the air, staring at him.

The weeping grave was determined in his heart, and he grinned and prepared to howl twice.

Take advantage of the opponent's dizziness and distraction, and escape with the help of the Earth Immortal.

There was an invisible force on the ground beneath his feet.

"Bang ......"

A few punches hit him from the bottom up, sending him flying around.

It was Feng Shayan's hundred-step divine fist that cooperated with the space shuttle.

Han Jue took the opportunity to grasp the neck of the grave cryer.

A dry land plucked an onion and pulled him out of a mud pit.

His left hand was clenched into a fist and slammed into the door of the grave weeping man.

"Bang ......"

The grave weeper was so frightened that he was punched before he could dodge.

The nosebleed sprayed wildly, the bridge of the nose was broken, and the eyes were dark, and he simply fainted.

The mourning stick slipped limply from his palm.

The conical hat on his head flew several meters away under the agitation of Han Jue's fist wind.

A strange middle-aged man's face was revealed.

It was not the Xue Man that Han Jue expected.

In fact, when he made a move a long time ago, Han Jue noticed that the other party's body shape was completely different from Xue Wan's.

Xue Wan is relatively thin.

And the one in front of him is a lot stronger.

"This guy can use the Earth Movement to tie him up!"

Han Jue threw the grave cryer to Chen Guo.

For the inhumans who are good at earth arts, as long as their minds remain clear and mobilize their innate qi in their bodies, they can get out of a desperate situation without knowing it.

Therefore, the other party must not be left with any opportunity to display their abilities.

Chen Guo took out a piece of black coarse hemp rope out of nowhere, and tied a tortoiseshell binding with great skill.

Han Jue: "??? ”

Feng Shayan: "??? ”

Then.

Accompanied by two boiling sheep, Feng Yaya stumbled back from a distance, twitching her nose and crying.

Feng Shayan glared at Han Jue and said angrily: "Can you be gentle with my sister, she is still a child!" ”

Han Jue smiled: "...... Next time, next time by all means! ”

"Humph! You'd better be careful. Feng Shayan snorted coldly.

The two turned their faces to look at the grave crying man who was tied up by Chen Guohua.

Feng Shayan was full of suspicion.

"It's this guy pretending to be a ghost in Uncle Chen's house, who is it?"

Han Jue shook his head, it wasn't Xue Wan, then he really didn't know who this thing was.

"Take it back and show it to Boss Chen, there is a debtor and a debtor, since the other party keeps harassing him, maybe it is his old acquaintance."

"That's right, let's go. I didn't expect this errand to go quite smoothly, I thought this guy wouldn't show up tonight...... But that's fine, we'll be able to go back tomorrow. Feng Shayan was surprised.

"Uh...... Smooth ......"

Han Jue faintly felt that something was not right.

Turning his head suddenly, he saw a devil's flesh man covered in white silver, like a cannon bursting out of the chamber, rushing towards Chen Guo, who was carrying the grave weeping.

A violent and terrifying energy swept over.

"! How is he?! ”

Han Jue was cold all over his body, and he didn't care about reminding Chen Guo, so he jumped up, stretched his fists and feet, and met the people.

In an instant, all martial arts, urged with all their might, without reservation.

The three-layer King Kong is not bad, open!

Horizontal training bronze body launches!

Three-layer iron cloth shirt, open!

Four-layer golden bell jar, open!

Four layers of seven wounds, open!

Han Jue knew very well the horror of the visitor.

In addition to himself, Feng Shayan, Chen Guo, and Feng Yaya are any one of them, as long as they are punched by the other party, they will be half-crippled if they don't die, and they will never be spared!

This is a good opportunity to gain the trust of the world.

He must not back down.

Han Jue wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to figure it out.

How far is the gap between his own horizontal practice hard skills and the horizontal training grandmasters in this world!