Seeing the figure in the corner appear, Ye Xinhua couldn't help but squint and began to look up and down seriously at the figure in front of him, or to be precise, a ghost.

I saw that the entire ghost was about 1.78 meters tall and was thin, but his face was full of unwillingness and murderous aura. His red eyes looked a bit like a monster who chose people to eat, and he looked like a murderer.

As soon as the man came out, Qian Yulan, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but scream: "Ah, you are, you are Song Yang, Song Yang!"

"Hahaha...didn't you know it was me? As for the fuss, haha... But you are smart and know how to ask for help, but do you think you can save your life if you ask someone to help? What a naive silly woman. If I want to kill you, no one can save you!"

Song Yang's blood-red eyes rolled around his eyes twice, staring at Qian Yulan and said, "After hearing this, Qian Yulan's whole body trembled, and seemed to be extremely scared. Under Song Yang's gaze, Qian Yulan felt like a pig tied to a slaughterhouse rack, and would lose her life at any time."

Just when Qian Yulan was extremely afraid, Ye Xinhua suddenly made a mistake and blocked Song Yang's vision. He looked at Song Yang with a disdainful smile on his lips and said, "Song Yang, what's the point of scaring a girl, you, a big man, are you? Come and I'll play with you!"

"Hmm? You, huh, are you asking dogs to meddle in other people's business with rats?"

Song Yang stared at Ye Xinhua with scarlet eyes. Ye Xinhua laughed and said, "I am surprised by these words. I am here to eliminate the devil. How can I be considered as a dog using rats to meddle in other people's business?"

"Hmph, you are so clever. You don't want to kill more people, but if you insist on getting into this storm, you can't blame others. Are you ready for death, boy?"

Song Yang looked at Ye Xinhua and said. After hearing Song Yang's words, Ye Xinhua couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Where did so much nonsense? Just finish it. If you can kill me, Qian Yulan belongs to you. If you can't kill me, you can go to the underworld to report to the King of Hell!"

"Okay, the strong prey on the weak, naked enough, then come!"

Huh ~

Song Yang said that his right hand became a claw, and suddenly a huge flame appeared in Song Yang's hand. The flame rose, but the color of the flame was rather strange, not red, but light blue. Moreover, the flame did not give others a strong sense of heat, but instead had a bone-black cold.

"Boy, look at my bone spirit cold fire!"

Song Yang shouted loudly and threw the blue flame in his hand towards Ye Xinhua. Ye Xinhua looked at the flames flying over and couldn't help but complain: "Cao, your kid is sick from the second grade. Yin Huo just said Yin Huo, and he insisted on making a name like Bone Spirit Leng Huo. You guy think you are playing the battle to break the sky, why don't you fight to turn into a horse?"

Ye Xinhua said, a cinnabar nail appeared in his hand with a backhand, followed by a soothing sound that shot straight into Song Yang. The cinnabar nail passed through the Yin Fire. The cinnabar is yang, the yin fire is yin, and the yin and yang are called, making a huge roar. At this time, Ye Xinhua's toes were a little on the ground, and then he flew out like a big roc spreading his wings and headed straight for Song Yang. At present, close combat is what Ye Xinhua needs.
Chapter completed!