"Master, why are you in such a hurry?"
Russell felt like he was floating in the air, it was so cool!
He sat cross-legged on a turtle shell, with mist floating around him. The villagers looked at him with their eyes wide open, but they were not old Taoist priests who could see the clues at a glance.
In their eyes, this is simply a god descending to earth!
Uncle Jiu had a gloomy face and didn't know what to say for a moment. The two-meter-long Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his left hand rubbed against the ground, producing sparks.
"drive!"
He slapped the horse's head suddenly, and the powerful magic power instantly made the paper horse run very fast, raising a cloud of smoke.
The aggressive look on his face showed that he was looking for someone to fight to the death.
Russell became more and more anxious. With a thought, the turtle shell under his feet flew higher and higher, so that he could avoid being covered in dust behind Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu rode faster and faster. Russell saw the anger on her face and was very sensible so he didn't ask any questions.
The horse ran very fast and soon arrived at a small village.
Uncle Jiu stopped his horse at this time, picked up the big knife in his hand, and looked around ferociously, but there was no one.
He stretched out his fingers to count, and suddenly exclaimed, "Not good!"
Then he hurriedly dismounted, carrying his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and ran into the village.
Russell followed closely behind and had already heard some bad noises.
Screams were heard throughout the village.
"Help! Mr. Liu has gone crazy!"
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? What? I'm Ah Xiang!... Ah!!!"
"Oh no, the old man is possessed by an evil spirit, run!"
As soon as we entered the village, we heard all kinds of chaotic footsteps and screams.
Uncle Jiu picked up a baby who had fallen down. The woman next to him thanked him immediately, but when she saw it was Uncle Jiu, her eyes became extremely strange. She hurriedly snatched the baby away and stayed away from Uncle Jiu.
Everyone around him had different expressions, and Uncle Jiu's heart suddenly sank.
But he didn't say anything, and walked to the other side with the big knife.
On the other side, there was an old man who was dirty but wearing a gorgeous embroidered robe, hugging a servant and kissing him.
A woman nearby covered her chest with her hands, probably because she was so angry that she couldn't breathe.
"Dad, Dad, Dad... Dad? What happened? Why did you become like this!?"
A middle-aged man knelt down and looked at everything in front of him with tears in his eyes. His father was a scholar all his life, how could he do such a humiliating thing!
The servant was held so tightly by Mr. Liu that he could hardly breathe, and his little hands were struggling desperately.
He is a man, and yet he was molested!
Even if it’s my own master, I can’t do that!
"stop!"
Uncle Jiu gave a loud drink, but after drinking it he felt something was wrong.
"Shut up!"
When Mr. Liu heard Uncle Jiu's voice, he actually opened his mouth obediently, then licked his lips while looking at Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu suddenly felt uneasy.
"roar!"
Mr. Liu showed a weird smile on his face, let out a strange cry, and flew directly towards Uncle Jiu with his tongue stretched out.
"Damn it!"
Uncle Jiu kicked Liu Yuanwai in the face, sending him flying backwards. "Give me face!"
Mr. Liu fell heavily to the ground. The middle-aged man panicked, "Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, please talk nicely. Don't hit my dad!"
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment.
Next, Mr. Liu simply reached out his hand, hugged the middle-aged man and started to bite him, while touching him all over with his hands.
The middle-aged man was touched and screamed, "Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, save me, I don't know this person!"
The corner of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched, and he took out a paper talisman from his arms and slapped Mr. Liu hard on the back of the head.
Mr. Liu's eyes widened, his body stiffened in place, and the middle-aged man covered his mouth tightly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his father was motionless.
So scary!
“Boom!”
Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, slammed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand heavily to the ground, let out a muffled groan, and looked straight to the side.
Ordinary people couldn't see it, but Russell could see it clearly. He saw four or five ghosts standing over there, both men and women, old and young.
Mr. Liu was fixed in place, and the ghosts in his body couldn't break free. The group of ghosts were originally showing off their claws and wanted to fight Uncle Jiu to the death.
Uncle Jiu just glared at the ghosts, and they just stood there, not daring to move. They were even more obedient than good children.
"Russell!"
Uncle Jiu turned around and shouted.
"Here I come!"
Russell floated over directly, "Master, what's wrong?"
"You help these ghosts to be liberated. I will be back soon if I have anything else to do."
"Salvation?"
Russell tilted his head and suddenly realized what was going on. He put his hands together, and there was lightning and thunder. The ghosts were so scared that they trembled.
Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he calmly picked up the long knife in his hand, then touched the back of the knife with his hand and muttered to himself, "I don't know if my knife is sharp."
Russell's little neck couldn't help but shrink, and he stopped joking immediately. His little face became serious, and he began to mutter to himself.
Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction, holding the long sword in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, he rode away on his horse into the distance.
Ten miles away from Xiaowang Mountain.
In the cornfield, Mao Shanming lay there, panting and exhausted, always after overwork.
Back pain, weakness in limbs.
Damn it, my legs are almost broken from running so much.
When Mao Shanming thought of the ghost he encountered today, he spat to the side.
"unlucky!"
He was still frightened at this time, because the secret technique of raising ghosts that he found in the old house mentioned that raising ghosts was very ominous.
Mao Shanming kept it for a while and didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. After all, he was just a poor beggar. What could be more terrifying than a poor beggar
The biggest and most terrifying thing in this world is poverty!
The God of Poverty is always more terrifying than any other God!
Today, Mao Shanming finally felt what ominous meant. It was his first time to cheat people in the underworld, and he happened to run into a ghost.
And more than one.
What a fucking nest!
Fortunately, I ran so fast. Mao Shanming couldn't help feeling proud in his heart. This was the experience he had gained after so many years of hard work.
As long as I run fast, it won’t be me who dies.
Thinking of this, Mao Shanming smiled again, took out a handful of dollars from his arms, kissed them one by one, and counted them one by one.
He had never seen so much money in his life.
I have money, I have money.
I must develop this business and pass it on to my descendants. Although it may sound a little ominous, it is better than begging.
Mao Shanming patted his butt happily, continued walking forward with his red umbrella, thinking in his heart that he might as well go to Yihongyuan to have some fun in the evening.
Suddenly he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. He became alert and turned back suddenly, only to catch a glimpse of a cold light flying over his head.
“Crack!”
The small trees on the roadside were broken in half.
Maoshan Ming's Xiao Ming instantly became weak and could not go to Yihongyuan tonight.