"What a good student you taught." Wanxin glanced at her.

"Children urinate to ward off evil spirits," the old scholar said earnestly.

It's getting late.

Zhao Yun ran through the woods and trotted all the way.

He should be in a hurry to go home for dinner, but he didn't realize it. There was a dark shadow following behind him, seemingly looming.

And then... nothing more.

Entering the quiet lane again, he fell asleep and leaned on the side of the road.

The sky was dark at this moment, and there were still gusts of cool wind.

Oh no, it was a dark wind that made little Zhao Yun shiver.

At this point, the black shadow appeared. It had no flesh and blood, it was just a soul. Its feet did not touch the ground, and it just floated in the air. Its eyes were still shining green, and it smiled.

It has a sinister and sinister feel to it, which makes one's hair stand on end.

Whoosh!

He floated out of the darkness and pounced on Zhao Yun with his teeth and claws bared.

It was this little brat who peed into the well.

A boy's urine!...can ward off evil spirits, and he is the evil one.

"Hey, who can harm my disciple?"

At the critical moment, a loud shout resounded.

Before he finished speaking, another one jumped out of the darkness.

Taking a closer look, it was Ye Banxian.

His attire tonight is different from the past. He is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a Bagua mirror in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other. He does not look like a fortune teller, but more like a ghost-catching mage, and a guy who eats.

.

Be it a mage or a fortune teller.

He is a competent master.

Ever since Zhao Yun left private school, he had followed him all the way.

However, neither Wan Xin nor her little disciple noticed it.

Woohoo...!

The ghost was afraid of the Taoist priest and was a little timid, so he turned around and ran away.

"Where to go." Ye Banxian caught up with him and threw out the Bagua Mirror.

He was quite accurate and hit the target with one strike, causing the ghost to stagger.

Before it could gain a firm foothold, a mahogany sword was inserted into its chest, and a stream of green smoke came out, accompanied by a shrill scream.

It knelt down and was nailed to the tree trunk by the mahogany sword.

It was also his fault that he was too shallow. Three times, five times five divided by two, and he was knocked down.
Chapter completed!