"Impossible." Qiu Chengtong frowned, how could it be a disaster caused by his son.

Qiu Mao chuckled in his heart, and glared angrily: "Where are you a girl, talking nonsense here?" ”

Ling Chu's face turned cold.

"Young Master Qiu, your Yin Tang is black, and it is already a catastrophe. If you sincerely repent now and ask for forgiveness from that resentful soul, there may be a glimmer of life.

Otherwise, today next year will be your death day! ”

Those neighbors looked at each other, could it be that the weird black smoke just now turned out to be a resentful spirit?

Seeing Qiu Mao being pointed at by the neighbors, a woman walked out of the crowd, "Girl, my son-in-law is kind and filial, how could he provoke any resentment, are you mistaken?" ”

When Ling Chu saw this woman, he couldn't help but look up and down.

Why did she think that the woman's face was a little similar to the resentful spirit just now?

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and calculated.

After putting down his hand, he glanced at the woman with pity, "You said that your son-in-law is kind and filial?" Do you know that he killed your daughter? ”

"No way. My son-in-law is very good to my daughter. Luo's mother widened her eyes and blurted out.

Others also said, "Was the girl telling a fortune just now?" Your hexagram is not accurate, everyone knows that Qiu Mao has the best relationship with his wife Luo Erniang, and he has never quarreled for a few years of marriage. How could it kill her. ”

The crowd nodded, and the woman was right. Na Qiu Mao really loves his wife very much, but it's a pity that his wife is not in good health, and she died within a few years of marriage.

When she died, Qiu Mao was heartbroken. If he hadn't remembered his parents at home, he would have almost accompanied her on Huangquan Road.

"That's right, even if Sister Luo didn't conceive a child for five years of marriage, Brother Qiu was not dissatisfied with her at all. How can you, girl, just wronged a good person? ”

Ling Chu didn't speak, looking at the girl in red in front of him, it was like looking at a dead person.

Qiu Mao saw her staring at the girl, and his heart was uneasy.

"Where did you come from, thinking that if you say a few words, others will believe you? You girl doesn't understand the rules at all, and you even ran to my workshop to curse. You're not welcome here, so get out of here. ”

Ning Chuyi's eyes swept around coldly, and he raised his feet and walked towards Ling Chu, "Since others have to kill themselves, why should you waste your efforts." ”

Ling Chu smiled and put away the Bodhi Whip, "My lord is right, the life or death of others has nothing to do with me. I might as well take a break when I have that time. ”

Those forbidden soldiers knew Ling Chu's ability, and when they saw her being scolded, they were also angry.

They don't plan to rent the wax mill anymore.

Seeing that Ling Chu turned around to leave, Luo Mu suddenly regretted it.

She remembered that a few days ago, she always dreamed that her dead daughter was crying at her, saying that she had died so miserably.

Could it be that the daughter's death is really related to the son-in-law?

Luo's mother wanted to grab the girl and ask her carefully, but she thought that everyone was disrespectful to her just now, and she hesitated.

Ling Chu found out that Luo Mu wanted to speak again, but he didn't plan to say anything more.

Na Qiu Mao was too good at disguise, and it was difficult to convince Luo's mother that he had killed her daughter.

She was not in good health, she hadn't been able to rest well for the past few days, and she really didn't have the energy to convince a stranger to believe her.

Anyway, even if Qiu Mao doesn't die today, he won't have a few days to live.

If she doesn't expose it, he will die.

Ling Chu turned around and left, but he didn't take a few steps when an exclamation suddenly came from behind him, "Ah...... Let's go to the water. ”

Ling Chu paused.

It's not that she's soft-hearted and wants to meddle anymore.

Instead, the black smoke came out again, and the houses around the wax mill were on fire.

They were trapped in the middle and couldn't get out.

This time the fire burned harder than before.

The air was filled with a strong and unpleasant smell of wax and oil, and thick smoke billowed all around.

There were flames everywhere, and everyone was sweating hot.

But the black smoke is too weird, and it makes people feel chills in their hearts.

Yau Chengtong and his son looked at the burning house and twitched in distress.

Inside the room were made candles, all of which were silver.

As the smoke rolled, the father and son soon lost their distress.

The pungent smell and smoke choked everyone to tears and made it difficult to breathe.

Someone wants to run.

But it is surrounded by black smoke, and there is no way out like a ghost hitting a wall!

Ling Chu sighed, took out the talisman paper, and quickly forced the surrounding black smoke back.

Someone noticed that the black smoke did not dare to come near them, and rushed over in ecstasy.

Ling Chu found out, but she ignored it.

They were now standing in the courtyard of the wax mill, and all the houses around them were on fire, except for one room in the middle that was not.

The strange thing is that the houses on both sides of the house are burning, but the house in the middle seems to be cut off by a transparent barrier.

Ling Chu frowned, intuition that something was wrong in the room.

"Qiu Dongjia, what's in that house?"

Everyone present also noticed that the room in the middle was not on fire, and they were looking curiously.

Qiu Chengtong's face turned pale, "There is nothing special in that room, only a pair of Dafu wax that I made for Qingfeng Temple." ”

As soon as Yau Chengtong's words fell, a spirit suddenly rose out of the room and swayed into the air.

At the sight of the soul's face, there was a gasp in the crowd.

Luo's mother screamed, "Erniang......"

That soul was her dead daughter Luo Erniang.

Luo Erniang obviously lost her mind after her death, ignored Luo's mother's shouts, and rushed towards this side viciously.

"Slut, you all deserve to die. It's all for me to die. ”

Seeing such a terrifying ghost, many people fled backwards in terror.

But the surroundings were trapped by black smoke, and there was nowhere to escape.

Ning Chuyi and the forbidden army drew their swords and prepared to make a move.

But in fact, they don't have much confidence in their hearts.

Ling Chu naturally knew that an ordinary sword couldn't hurt that resentful soul, so he quickly summoned the big shovel and let it attack.

Then he handed the Bodhi whip to Ning Chuyi, took out a stack of rune paper and handed it to Wei Feng, signaling him to distribute it to those forbidden soldiers.

As for the others, she couldn't care so much.

I didn't bring jade with me when I left Beijing, so I had to leave some energy for the system.

Seeing the resentful spirit rushing over, Ling Chu withdrew the shovel and rang the law bell.

Quickly threw out a piece of rune paper, "Tianpeng Tiancang, Nine Yuan Evil Child." Wuding Dusi, Gao Diao Beigong. Seven politics and eight spirits, too fierce and fierce. A long-headed behemoth, holding the emperor's clock. Su Xiao three mornings, strictly control the dragon, the sword god king, and kill the evil trace. Rise! ”

The resentful spirit was repelled for a moment, and soon rushed towards it wrapped in black mist.

There was no way out, Ling Chu could only throw out the rune paper again, "Purple Qi rides the sky, Danxia He Chong." Devouring demons and ogres, drinking the wind sideways. Pale tongue and green teeth, four-eyed old man. Tianding Lux, Weinan Imperial Fierce, Tianqi Fierce, Weibei Rank. 300,000 soldiers, guarding me nine times, removing corpses for thousands of miles, but going is ominous. Haste as a law! ”

Unable to escape, those behind could only watch in horror as Ling Chu fought with that ghost.

At this time, no one thinks that she is a god, but longs that she is a god and quickly destroys the ghost.

The resentful soul didn't know how it died, the resentment on his body was surging, Ling Chu didn't fight easily, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ning Chuyi was distressed and helpless, so he only waved the Bodhi whip in his hand out of the afterimage and whipped it fiercely towards the ghost. (End of chapter)