The Jiang family, who were huddled behind the wall of the exterior of the house, waited hard for the result. When they saw Chen Fusheng coming out, they rushed forward in a panic and asked stammeringly:

"Little God! Are the little God injured?"

"What's wrong with my wife? The previous movement was terrible. What happened..."

Chen Fusheng smiled slightly:

"Open the doors and windows and clean the room. The bad omen have been removed, and your wife is safe."

"ah!!"

"Ah, take it seriously?"

The Jiang family father and son couldn't believe their ears, and they burst into tears and were at a loss.

"Go and do what I said."

Chen Fusheng waved his hand and helped Zhu Yan leave.

The father and son of the Jiang family hurriedly bowed their heads to thank him, and rushed into the room again.

A moment later, the cries and laughter of Jiang Afu and his wife came from the room.

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......

Outside the Jiang family's yard.

Chen Fusheng sat upright on the stone bench and carefully wiped the iron sword in his palm.

I don’t know if it was eroded by the black fog of the essence, or if I used the sword too hard before, and there were subtle and crack-like shallow traces on the originally colorless and light-free sword blade.

He wiped it repeatedly with clean water. Although the shallow trace was lightened, there were still some residues.

However, it is also innocence. Unless you look close to the front of you, you cannot see this shallow trace.

"Good sword."

Suddenly!

A sudden sound appeared in Chen Fusheng's ears.

Chen Fusheng's eyebrows twitched and he quickly looked up.

Beside him, a tall man stood with his hands behind his back.

This person's body is nearly nine feet tall, straight and as straight as a pine, and extremely imposing.

But what is strange is that this person's body is empty, like a shadow, floating. Outdoor light passes through the body, completely empty.

If it weren't for the closeness, Chen Fusheng would almost have suspected that he was confused.

But everything in front of you is true!

This sudden man was about thirty years old. He had white hair like silver threads, and was meticulously combed. His appearance was elegant and easy-going, his eyes were broad, and his eyebrows were bright, and his eyebrows were a little red sand between his eyebrows made him look as beautiful as jade.

Chen Fusheng has not come back to his senses yet.

Suddenly, my hand became cold.

The iron sword had somehow reached the silver-haired man's palm.

The silver-haired man looked at the Iron Sword a few times and nodded:

"Well, there is still some fire marquis, and it still needs to be tempered."

As he said that, he threw the iron sword into Chen Fusheng's hands again and said calmly:

"Cherish it."

Chen Fusheng's heart was pounding and his mouth was dry.

He could fully sense that the silver-haired man in front of him was in awe of great momentum and was pressing against him. He could torture him thousands of times with one look or one action.

This feeling is extremely real.

But the person in front of him was not real.

"Is it a ghost?"

Chen Fusheng suddenly felt extremely absurd thoughts.

Only ghosts and monsters in the world can be invisible and physical, like phantoms.

"No need to guess, I am not a human being, I am indeed a lonely ghost."

The silver-haired man seemed to see Chen Fusheng's doubts and smiled, "Why, do you want to use the Taoist method to subdue me?"

Chen Fusheng suppressed the chaotic and complicated mood in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"You little Taoist priest are quite brave. You actually dare to destroy the secret essence of Mao Kongtong. Alas, it's a pity that I worked hard to plant these many seeds, destroying one less..."

The silver-haired man's tone was humorous, no longer the kind of elegant temperament and a master. He reached out and touched his chin and looked at Chen Fusheng.

Zhu Yan, who had been attacked by the anger of fertilized horns before, was lying on the bamboo chair next to him. Fortunately, his breath was stable and there was no serious injury.

"A dewy marriage, you can't stand by and watch..."

The silver-haired man whispered to himself and pointed his hand.

In an instant, Zhu Yan's face moved slightly and he actually woke up slowly.

"It's just like walking, it's just walking..."

The silver-haired man smiled and brushed his sleeves, instantly floating several feet away.

Zhu Yan, who woke up at this moment, was also sharp-eyed. At first glance, he could not help but jump up and shouted in shame:

"It's you? You male ghost!"

She didn't know what kind of stimulation she had, but she gritted her teeth, buried her head and rushed out, chasing the silver-haired man.

Chen Fusheng was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Yan and the silver-haired man chased and fled, leaving no trace.

"this......"

"What's this called..."

Chen Fusheng shook his head and looked back at the iron sword in his hand.

Suddenly, I was surprised again.
Chapter completed!