"Du, dumb, dumb."

"Du, dumb, dumb."

The knock on the door still echoed rhythmically under the night sky. The cold wind blew the treetops and the fine snow fell.

Ning Wucai narrowed his eyes lightly, but his smile was a little cold: "Do you remember when I first came to the door, you asked me if I was a human or a ghost?"

Mrs. Wang's face was pale and she burst into tears: "Of course I remember that I was scared at that time, so when I heard that I was an immortal master from Master Guier, I didn't think too much. I just thought that I had grabbed the life-saving straw. Is there any problem?"

“It’s a big problem.”

Ning Wucai smiled disdainfully and asked, "Will the criminal admit that he is a criminal? Will the bad guy admit that he is a bad guy? Will the scumbag admit that he is a scumbag? However, after hearing my answer, you chose to believe it immediately. Why?"

Looking at the tears that Mrs. Wang gradually stopped, Ning Wucai said word by word: "Because you know that the real ghost is the only one, and I am a living person."

The cold moon is like a hook, and everything is silent.

Mrs. Wang lowered her head, covered her face with the brim of her cape, and sniffled gently: "Why does the Immortal Master doubt me so much? I do have no considerations in my behavior, but it is not as the Immortal Master said..."

"Don't give up?"

Hearing Mrs. Wang's voice, Ning Wucai sneered and continued to mock him: "From the beginning of my entry, you started to perform poorly. Even when I made an unrigorous guess, you would also beat the snake and follow the stick to the stick to agree immediately, for fear that I would think about it somewhere else."

"When I asked for lunch, you quickly cooked a table of dishes, but you might not notice that Wang Yuanwai and Mrs. Wang met since childhood and had a good family background. But ladies like Mrs. Wang rarely cook, and their hands did not leave calluses left by holding a knife to cook."

"It is precisely because the kitchen utensils are so mismatched to you, because this is often used by chefs in the Wang family before."

Looking at Youyou sighed and slowly raised her head. Her face was already calm. Ning Wuchai took a deep breath: "Do you want me to continue talking? Although you know that Wang Fugui is Mrs. Wang's child, you did not play the role of a biological mother as expected. You were worried just a little perfunctory. Although you knew that there was a wooden sword in the Wang house, you didn't know that the sword was not given by the master, but the original wooden sword in the Wang family. The master just carved a talisman on it. Although you..."

"Enough!"

Mrs. Wang looked at Ning Wucai calmly and said in a deep voice: "I never thought of harming him..."

"How could the king waiter be unconscious?"

“That’s…”

"That's the soul leaving the body!"

Ning Wucai slowly unsheathed his sword, stared at Mrs. Wang, and said coldly: "The ghost who slapped the door is never outside the door, but inside the door! It is the king inside the door, and he is slapped the door and asking for help only with his confused consciousness! What I said is right?!"

Mrs. Wang's face suddenly became ugly. She stared at Ning Wucai tightly, holding her palms for a long time and couldn't speak.

"The body of mortals is stolen, and the lives of people who are not allowed should be killed!"

Seeing Mrs. Wang silent for a long time, Ning Wucai shouted loudly, and the thunder in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath. The spiritual energy in his body rushed to his arms like a running electric current, arousing a dense light of half an inch high on the frosty and snow-like blade, illuminating Ning Wucai's face!

The long hair danced around, and almost instantly, Ning Wucai's figure turned into a purple lightning, and the leaping arc broke through the snow all over the sky!

Mrs. Wang's color changed instantly, her snow-white cloak spread out, and her whole body retreated like a ghost, shouting in horror: "Are you crazy?! This woman is still alive, do you want to kill her together?!"

The spiritual energy entangled through the meridians. Ning Wucai's slightly opened eyes seemed to have lightning leaping across his slightly. The sword tip raised lightly and spit out two words indifferently from his mouth: "Jingzhe!"

Before the Tianmen, the spiritual energy of the monk could only be circulated around his body and used to bless magic weapons. He could not control the weapons out of thin air and cast magical channels.

This set of thunder-falling sword technique is divided into five styles. He began to practice hard from the beginning when he first felt it. The starting style of Jingzhe is extremely skillful!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wucai's figure disappeared in the flying snow. With a thunderous roar, the sword edge flashing with dazzling lightning was reflected in Mrs. Wang's suddenly tightened pupils!

"boom!"

Air shock!

The snow on the ground was raised into the air!

With a loud bang, half of the wall was shattered by a sword, and the broken stones and wood were thrown down. As Mrs. Wang rushed towards the roof at an extremely fast speed, and her figure was in a mess: "Stop! You don't know anything at all! I haven't thought about it..."

However, before Mrs. Wang finished speaking, a sweet shout came from behind: "Qi!"

Yu Qingmei's green clothes fluttered, he pinched the magic tricks with his hands and smiled proudly.

Sneak attack!

The green jade gourd that turned into the size of a human head slammed hard on Mrs. Wang's back. The talisman condensed by the blue mist flashed and rippled in the air!

Immediately afterwards, a slightly illusory figure was immediately blasted out of Mrs. Wang's body and smashed into the courtyard in a mess.

However, before Ning Wucai could cut out the third sword, almost the moment he landed on the ground, the figure in white clothes bounced up.

Her peach-like eyes looked at Ning Wucai deeply, and then she looked like a jade sack drifting with the strong wind, and quickly rushed out of the royal house with a faint black air on her body.

Looking back, I saw the senior sister stepping on the wind snake and falling from the air with her Madam Wang in her arms.

Ning Wucai stopped hesitating. The lightning was surging under his feet. He rose up, knocking on the noise and thunder with one hand, and hurriedly chased the female ghost in the direction of escape.

Mrs. Wang needs to be properly placed, and Wang Yuanwai’s soul also needs to be contained first. These are all very important.

But what is more important now is to find the person behind this female ghost!

As for other things.

Of course it was handed over to Yu Qingmei.

Anyway, Yu Qingmei has a cultivation level in the Tianmen Sect and can fly with weapons and is also a Feng Linggen, which is famous for its speed. Even if you spend some time to arrange the Wang Yuanwai couple, it will be a matter of minutes to catch up with him?

Ning Wucai thought while running along the street, following the figure of the female ghost escaping, and soon left the county town.

I don’t know how many miles I ran, but the lights in the county town behind me seemed to be swallowed up by the night. A dilapidated temple suddenly appeared in front of me, but the figure of the female ghost had disappeared.

Ning Wucai stopped slowly and looked around.

With the moonlight, the entire view of the temple is barely recognizable.

The ruins were broken and tiles were desolate. The collapsed beams and broken walls of the houses were everywhere. Snow was buried on them, and a thick layer was piled up. I don’t know how long it had been abandoned.

Obviously, the female ghost must have escaped to this nobita.
Chapter completed!