Author: Xiaolu

The third brother nodded, obviously because he was told that he was in his heart, and he wanted to make some show and keep shocked.

And at this time Mr. Qian’s room.

Mr. Qian slowly stood up and looked at the girl standing at the door. He looked at the girl's waist, looked at the girl's bulge, looked at the girl's face, seemed to be quite satisfied, and nodded.

"come over!"

There was an unquestionable smell in the voice. The girl trembled for a moment and slowly stepped forward. Looking at the girl's attitude, Mr. Qian was even more excited. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of such a woman being afraid of him and having to obey him.

The girl slowly put her hands on her shoulders, and the girl seemed to be cooperating awkwardly, but Mr. Qian didn't see it. When the slender hand reached behind him, it suddenly became longer and sharp, and it became cold and heartbroken. When Mr. Qian moved suddenly, the girl's hand was already thrusting into Mr. Qian's back heart.

"ah!"

A figure flew out. After looking carefully, I realized that the figure flying out was actually a woman, no, Xiaohong.

I saw a golden light flashing around Mr. Qian, and his eyes fixed on Xiaohong who was falling on the ground, both angry and frightened.

"You are that bitch!"

After saying this, Mr. Qian seemed to have raised his confidence, looking at Xiaohong coldly, instead of a look of pride.

"It's not safe to die. It's really a bitch. I said, how did you break free from the soul-suppressing nail? The bitch dares to murder me, and I don't go out to find out who I am. If you're killed by you, the bitch, I won't have to stay here. It's just ignorant of your life. Go to die."

As he said that, Mr. Qian actually exposed a string of beads on his neck. Looking closely, it looked like a Buddha. As Mr. Qian's hand moved, the beads actually emitted a golden light and hit Xiaohong.

At this time, Xiaohong had just been injured by Jin Guang and had not recovered her ability to move. She stared at Mr. Qian with a cold look, but she could only watch Jin Guang call him unwillingly.

But I was unwilling to accept it, and the resentment began to rise. The resentment gained from a killing in Shiligou just now began to work, making Xiaohong's strength gradually rise. It didn't take long to reach the level of a ghost soldier. His eyes changed, sometimes red and bloodthirsty, sometimes flowing clear. The price of increasing his strength was the lack of mind.

This is the case with the evil ghost, or the world is like this, there will never be anything in vain. When you get some things, you have to pay a lot. After killing the people in the Xiucaifang, Xiaohong did not choose to use those resentments to increase her power, because she could not guarantee that she could still control herself after absorbing those resentments.

From the beginning, what Xiaohong wanted to erase was only the Xiucaifang, Yihonglou and the owner of the Yihonglou. As for the others, she didn't want to kill at all, but at this time, facing Mr. Qian, Xiaohong had no choice. The violent power surged on her body until the moment the power broke through the boundaries and reached the Ghost Soldier Realm, Xiaohong finally recovered her injuries and was able to move freely.

Facing the oncoming golden light, Xiaohong disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he had already come behind Mr. Qian. The ghost claws poked out, but the result was the same as before. The golden light flashed, and Xiaohong flew back again.

The ghost energy grew, and Xiaohong refused to accept her fate. Even if she was scattered and crushed to pieces, she would kill the person who brought endless pain to the women of Yihonglou.

This person is so disgusting.

"Haha, give up, it's a pity. If you are still alive, maybe I can give you a chance to defeat me here, haha."

Mr. Qian was shocked at first, and after seeing that Xiaohong could not hurt him, he became happy again.

But what Mr. Qian didn't notice was that with Xiaohong's impact, a Buddhist bead would break every time. There were a total of eighteen beads connected together. At this time, most of them were broken. However, Mr. Qian didn't know that he was still laughing wildly at Xiaohong and insulting him wantonly.

Xiaohong is also becoming increasingly thin and might be completely dissipated next time, but she is still so fierce and desperate to kill Mr. Qian. Even if she dies, she will have to let Mr. Qian go with her.

Outside the Qian Mansion.

Uncle Jiu and Jiale Qiu Shengwen rushed over and watched the two auras in the mansion surging, one golden light and the other ghost energy.

The ghost energy is Xiaohong, they are very familiar with it, but this golden light!

Feeling the powerful golden light, Jiale was also a little surprised and suspicious, because she had been with Yixiu for a long time. Jiale also had a very good understanding of Buddhism, and she didn't know much less about the golden light of Buddhism. The aura of the golden light was already at the level of Qi Refining Realm, but under the cover of the golden light, he could not even feel any Buddhist monk here.

I have some understanding of Mr. Qian’s ability to live until now.

Those who open a brothel are most likely to attract evil spirits, and they often have short lives. What's more, Master Qian, who forces good men to become prostitutes, act recklessly, and kill lives, is even more likely to lead evil spirits to be killed. However, the fact is that Master Qian is still healthy and can survive until now, so there is only one possibility, there is someone behind Master Qian.

What's more, the soul-squeezing nail that suppressed Xiaohong's master's soul was not something that Mr. Qian could have. Seeing this golden light, everything was clear. It turned out that Mr. Qian was protected by Buddhists behind him.

If you think about it carefully, it is understandable that Buddhism also needs to live, but Buddhist monks rarely set up temples at the foot of the mountain like Taoist priests in Maoshan, making money by subduing demons and eliminating demons and driving corpses. Instead, they are good at raising big households and providing shelter for these big households. Then these big households go to the temple to worship incense money every month.

Occasionally, I was invited to leave the temple and do rituals.

With Mr. Qian's wealth, it is still possible to seek protection from a temple, but it is still unknown which temple is behind him. Moreover, there seems to be no temple that is too famous near Renjia Town. It is not small for monks to come out of Qi Refining Realm. Thinking of this, Jiale has a little interest in Mr. Qian.

"Master, are we going in now?"

Jiale looked at Uncle Jiu. Although his cultivation level had already increased, as long as Uncle Jiu was there, he would still be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who would be the one who

But what surprised Jiale was that Uncle Jiu shook his head slowly.

"Wait, I'm waiting outside, and there are some rules. For example, if we have Buddhist fellow practitioners in front of us, if we don't agree, we will come forward, and we will inevitably be misunderstood. Let's wait and see."

Jiale's mind changed and it seemed that this was really the case.

In the Qian Mansion, Mr. Qian didn't know the current situation and was still allowing Xiaohong to attack him wantonly. Seeing Xiaohong's ghost body becoming thinner, it seemed that it would collapse in the next second, he felt very proud, which was quite the intention of not being able to do it before I even took action, but what he didn't notice was that the last one was left in the Buddhist beads on his neck were still intact.

However, Mr. Qian did not notice it, but Xiaohong noticed it. This is the reason why Xiaohong was reluctant to leave. Although Xiaohong was already infinitely crazy in his heart and mind, there was still a hint of clarity in his eyes. Human potential was unlimited. As long as he was persistent in his heart, no matter how great the influence of external objects or the difficult the environment, he could still have a clear understanding.

boom!

As Xiaohong grabbed Mr. Qian again, the Buddhist beads on Mr. Qian's neck could not hold on anymore and collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

Mr. Qian's face changed drastically. Looking at the Buddhist beads on the ground, he seemed to remember something. It seemed that when the master handed over the Buddhist beads to him, he did explain that although the magic weapon was good, it had an end. If it exceeded the strength it could bear, it would naturally be damaged and lost its original effect.

"Come, come!"

A fearful mood filled his whole body again, and he shouted out in panic, but after looking carefully, he realized that there had been a major change around him without realizing it. It was still his original bedroom, which was clearly a Red Mansion. There were countless beauties waving to him in front of him. Mr. Qian was obviously very scared, but as the prosperous faces of those beauties appeared in front of him, he became obsessed and couldn't help but walk forward.

Xiaohong looked at Mr. Qian in front of her, and her face showed a chill. Perverts are perverts, and they can't hide their true nature. Since that's the case, let's turn them into real perverts.

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Qian was surrounded by the beauty and began to do some undescribable things.

But when he was in the process of Zhengli, Mr. Qian suddenly felt that the appearance of these beauties was a little familiar. Scenes flashed through his mind and he quickly began to think about it.

No, not right!

Shouldn't they all die? How could they appear here? These women were ordered to be killed by their subordinates, and they also hit the Soul-Suppressing Nail and buried them randomly. The master said that if there were no Soul-Suppressing Nails, these women would be very resentful and would turn into ghosts to come to him after death. At that time, his life would be difficult to save.

So he spent a lot of money to buy so many soul-squeezing nails so that these women would not die and would not even have the chance to be ghosts. But how could they appear here now? They shouldn't appear here.

The feverish body, the temperature dropped rapidly, and I no longer had the mood I had just now.

After calming down, Mr. Qian was frightened to find that these beauties were not the warm and fragrant soft jade they had just now. They were all ghosts with hideous faces and were devoured by people. The cold air seemed to be about to freeze him.

"No, don't come here, no."

Mr. Qian looked at the female ghosts who were still pulling him to do it in fear, and was extremely frightened. Before, he always thought that these women were the people in the world who could not threaten him and did not take them seriously at all. However, when these female ghosts came here today, Mr. Qian felt fear.

Xiaohong slowly appeared in front of Mr. Qian.

"Mr. Qian, don't you like us the most? Can we accompany you together?"

As he said that, he was already forward, Mr. Qian looked at Xiaohong in horror. Even the beauty of the prosperous age could not reduce the fear in his heart.

"No!"

Mr. Qian yelled loudly. He felt something was passing through his body. His body was weakening rapidly. He looked at his hands and his body was drying out quickly.

This is not his own body, how could he become an old man? A mirror suddenly appeared in front of him. Mr. Qian suddenly saw himself in the mirror. He was an old man with dry skin and flesh, as if he was only skin and bones left. He was weak and unscathed, and seemed to be the same as if he would tell someone else's world in the next second.

"No, this is not me."

With a roar, Mr. Qian was surrounded by female ghosts again.

The Buddha's light disappeared, and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and entered the Qian Mansion. At this time, the Qian Mansion had turned into a ghost realm. Many servants in the Qian Mansion seemed to be trapped in it, doing some miserable things. Life was passing by quickly, but they still looked happy. A small number of people fell asleep peacefully, and the place with the strongest ghost energy was in the main house in the backyard.

Uncle Jiu and Jiale came there quickly. If they could not solve this ghost realm, these people would not be able to save them.

Standing at the core of this ghost domain, Jiale and Uncle Jiu also saw the situation in the room, saw Mr. Qian screaming at the air at this time, and saw Xiaohong watching coldly.

Jiale was relieved to see Mr. Qian still alive. It was not that he wanted to save Mr. Qian, but he was a little curious about the Buddhist monk behind Mr. Qian and wanted the news. Moreover, given Mr. Qian's current situation, even if he was rescued, he would be able to survive in a few days. The time was right.

Jiale didn't say much, and stepped forward, Qimen Bagua unfolded, and a golden flame rose in the ghost realm. What's amazing is that the ghost realm was like a curtain covering the sky above the Qian Mansion, lit by the golden flame, and then burned quickly. The stars and the moon appeared in the sky again.

Mr. Qian also suddenly realized that there were no more female ghosts in front of him who asked for endless requests, and the room was still the same house. However, everything just now seemed to be an illusion. The room was in a mess, and his body was still shriveled, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

"No!"

With a scream, Mr. Qian actually fainted from behind.

Xiaohong looked at Mr. Qian coldly. She had not planned to kill Mr. Qian directly from the beginning. Such a beast could only be tortured and die in endless pain.

The door suddenly opened, and Xiaohong slowly appeared in the yard, looking at Jiale and Uncle Jiu, and then at Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

"Little Red!"

Qiu Sheng and Wencai couldn't help but scream, but soon they were shocked and quickly shut up.

Jiale looked at Xiaohong in surprise. At this time, Xiaohong naturally turned into a ghost, but at this time, although the ghost energy around her was still violent, Jiale could feel that these violent ghost energy were slowly converging, just as Xiaohong was trying to conquer these ghost energy.

At this time, Xiaohong was like a little light standing in the darkness. Although darkness wanted to swallow it, light was unyielding. Not only was it not swallowed by endless darkness, but it was using this little light to absorb the power of darkness and begin to grow. If this continues, perhaps light will replace darkness and dominate everything.

"What a strong talent."

talent!

Jiale was a little surprised when he heard Uncle Jiu's words. Uncle Jiu was naturally not them, but only Xiaohong. Could it be that, yes, people have talents, and ghosts naturally have different talents. They transform into evil ghosts. Perhaps some ghosts cannot control themselves, but there are no exceptions. Xiaohong may be one of them.

"You want to save him!"

Xiaohong's cold voice came from her mouth, causing Qiu Sheng and Wencai to hide behind Uncle Jiu.

Jiale glanced at Uncle Jiu, and saw that he seemed to be in the middle of thinking. He was thinking about something, so he took the initiative to say, "That inside is a life-threatening person, and the outside must be punished. It's just some news about Mr. Qian. I'm very interested in asking, as for you."

Jiale was thinking about whether to kill Xiaohong. Although Xiaohong was strong at this time, she was just a ghost soldier. Jiale was still confident to kill him.

When Xiaohong heard Jiale's words, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. Jiale's answer was a little different from what she thought. Looking at the night sky, Xiaohong was a little confused. The Xiucai House was gone, and these enemies in the Qian Mansion were also punished as they deserved. It seemed that she had no regrets, but what about the future?
To be continued...