The white-clothed Heavenly Master had been refining the Yin Soul Evil Ghost for many years, and he thought that the Ghost King in his hands was already a rare strong and tyrannical in the world.

That's just because people are no longer ignorant and don't believe in these evil ways, and everyone learns to work hard to get the life they want.

At the beginning, when Qin Qing opened the gate of the eighteenth layer of hell, she released the little baby, and finally understood what the gap between people was!

"Look, a thousand-year-old ghost, a hundred-year-old ghost king, has been ravaging the common people for many years, my little baby, how is it?"

The pair of white bones approached Qin Qing obediently, and she sat arrogantly and arrogantly on the white bones fingers, crossed her legs, floating in mid-air.

Hiding in the program group, Qin Qing always likes to dodge the camera, and she doesn't make mistakes or stand out, but when she sits on the white bones openly, that kind of fierce momentum can no longer be hidden, she is like the scorching sun, dazzling and shining, looking down on all beings, and her confident smile is like a flame that burns people's hearts.

"What other evil ghosts do you have, take them out and show me, it just so happens that my little baby is also hungry and needs to be replenished~"

Even if only one ghost claw sticks out from the ghost gate, the evil aura is overwhelming, Shi Dan and the little Taoist priest fall to the ground and vomit blood, only the white-clothed ghost cultivator is still struggling to support it.

Hearing that there was something delicious, the ghost claw hooked his fingertips slightly, expressing his joy.

Hey, the eighteenth layer of hell is too boring, otherwise he wouldn't have cooperated with Qin Qing's request and occasionally came out to cooperate with her to do evil.

Under the erosion of the ghost king's evil qi, the corners of the ghost cultivator's mouth also overflowed with blood, and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible, how is it possible, why should the ghost king who is carrying Ye Huo listen to your instructions?" ”

Cough!

She was not afraid of tigers when she was a newborn calf, and she signed a contract with this thousand-year-old ghost after winning the first battle.

Even if this thousand-year-old ghost was suppressed in the eighteenth layer of hell and needed to bear a punishment of 10,000 years, the contract between the two was still established, and they would not die or die.

"Refining ghosts, no matter how you refine them, you are just letting a little ghost grow faster, you have to learn to pick up leaks, like me, choose a thousand-year-old ghost to domesticate at the beginning, how trouble-free and simple."

Human beings like to complicate simple things, what to refine ghosts, time-consuming and laborious, and don't know what to do.

Qin Qing is relatively simple and rude, if she can beat it, if she can't beat it, she will play yin, if she can't play it, she will ask for help, she is not afraid of being embarrassed!

Being alive is more important than anything else, and she's not a big person, so she's a shame if she loses face.

"Trouble-free? Simple? That's a thousand-year-old ghost, how could he surrender to human beings......" The ghost cultivator in a trance still had an expression of disbelief, staring at Qin Qing with a look of resentment.

This is the Dry Bone Ghost King, but it is something he longs for and cannot reach, if he has the protection of the Ghost King, he will definitely be able to call the wind and rain in the world.

Looking at the ghost cultivator's hot eyes, Qin Qing sighed and shook his head, what is the ghost king?

Back then, when she was trapped by this old pervert and was about to get married, she begged the Hades King, and she had seen it with her own eyes.

What is a real strong man, with a flick of his fingers, the earth shakes, and the old ghost who has established himself as a king does not even have a chance to resist.

"How not? Didn't you see that? Patting the white bones, Qin Qing sneered: "Ignorant human beings, there are many geniuses in this world that are beyond your imagination, and you still want to get a glimpse of the heavens, phew!" ”

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, ghost baby, come out ......"

The unwilling ghost cultivator took out the talisman paper in his arms again, stained it with his own blood and began to summon all the ghost things around him, and one by one the ghost babies crawled out from everywhere and gnawed on the ghost claws.

That bit of power was almost like tickling for the Ghost King, but Qin Qing laughed angrily and snorted coldly: "You garbage doesn't deserve to live, life and death!" ”

The left hand pinched the trick, and the book of life and death appeared in the palm of the hand, without wind and automatically, and finally stopped at the name of the ghost cultivator.

The name that was supposed to be the end of life began to change constantly, turning blood red, horizontal death, early death, and time stopped today.

Ghost Xiu's eyes were red, he vomited blood, and stared at Qin Qing viciously, these things he had heard of and had never seen.

"Book of Life and Death, Soul Chain, Huangquan Stone, Dry Bone Ghost King, who are you?"

The book of life and death is judged by Cui, the soul chain is bull-headed and horse-faced, and the Huangquan Stone is the water of the Yellow Spring that no one can collect in the underworld, devouring everything in the world, and can also control the ghost king who summons the eighteenth layer of hell to serve his sentence.

These things are already very surprising when they appear on the ghost alone, but she doesn't care about showing off her housekeeping skills and doesn't care.

What seems to be very precious in the eyes of outsiders is just a tool for Qin Qing to handle cases.

She is a ghost, so she naturally needs a little thing to protect herself, and her boss is the king of Hades!

"If you don't go out to inquire, whose district is this area that dares to do evil? I haven't heard of the name of the dungeon maniac, tsk, little garbage that can't be put on the table! ”

Jumping from under the ghost's claws, Qin Qing shouted, "Eat!" ”

Hearing the order, the ghost hand pinched the little ghost babies one by one, continued to absorb them, and ate them like snacks, complaining from time to time: "Too little, not enough to eat, I need more, more, let him summon the big ghost to come out......"

Qin Qing turned a deaf ear, hooked the railing on the second floor with the soul chain, and flew up next to the ghost cultivator and kicked him down, stepping on his chest and falling to the ground.

"Hand over the list to receive your secret nourishment, this is my last chance for you!"

That delicate and beautiful face was more terrifying than a demon in the eyes of the ghost cultivator at this time.

"How do you know......" Even though he kept vomiting blood, the ghost cultivator was still extremely shocked.

"Pure Yin woman, if you are the only one who enjoys the secret art of collecting yin and supplementing yang, do these luxury cars and villas rely on you to set up a fortune teller under the overpass and earn it back?"

The so-called secret art is used to nourish some men who are rich but their health is gradually failing, and they are all crooked and evil things, which are detrimental to yin morality.

Many people don't believe in these things, and feel that it is enough to live and enjoy them.

It's a pity that after death, a pen will be recorded in the book of life and death, and various punishments will be suffered, and reincarnation will also enter the animal path to continue to atone for sins.

"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise after cutting off your vitality now, I can still capture your soul back to the underworld for further interrogation."

One by one, the ghost babies were absorbed by the ghost king, and the ghost cultivators who were constantly suffering from backlash could only continue to vomit blood, and finally took out an old-fashioned mobile phone in his arms.

There are various numbers at the door, hidden SMS messages, and people are arranged to come somewhere to enjoy the service.

These puppet-like women, first confused by the incense and lost their consciousness, and then soaked in various drugs to become trading items for collecting yin and replenishing yang, and provided to some wealthy people with special needs, and after finally losing their effect, they were taken out by the ghost cultivator and handed over to the ghost king to eat.

Behind the disgusting transactions are the tragic blood and tears of women, who are eventually reduced to playthings.

Qin Qing, she doesn't want to let anyone go, what she deserves is what she needs to give to every woman who died tragically!