I put my hands behind my back and watched the mummy running around with the old lady on its back. Old Wu was also at a disadvantage.

Every time Wang Xiaohuan took a step, he stepped on the flaw in the opponent's footwork, forcing Lao Wu to scramble. Several times, Wang Xiaohuan almost hit his vitals.

Lao Wu finally couldn't help shouting: "Boss, aren't you still calling the ghosts and gods? If you don't call the ghosts and gods, we will be doomed."

"Don't you see if he can get out?" I suddenly put away my hands, raised them in the air and clapped them twice. Suddenly there was a loud noise from a unit, and strong firelight spurted out from the corridor.

The blazing fire only rushed half a foot out of the building door, as if being dragged back by an invisible giant hand. The ghosts crying in the corridor also shook the sky, and the entire glass on the first floor shattered in an instant.

Before Old Wu could breathe a sigh of relief, I slowly said, "Don't be happy. The flames that exploded just now were not suppressed by your boss, but because we hung a white lamp on the first floor!"

"When I left, I gave your boss a little bonus."

"That money! If he picks it up and counts it, he will definitely see that there is actually a witchcraft drawn on it. I'm afraid he will just throw it in the drawer when he gets angry."

"I guess he didn't look, right?"

"You..." Lao Wu was accidentally slapped on the chest by Wang Xiaohuan and flew out.

When Lao Wu struggled to get up, he sneered: "It's noon, your people deserve to die."

At this time, Butcher Wang, who was sitting in the kitchen, also heard a sound like fingernails scratching the ground from outside.

However, she took out a bottle of wine from her backpack and poured it on her knife without caring.

Butcher Wang is sacrificing his knife.

I have never understood why people in the Slaughter Sect never have any rituals when killing people, but when killing ghosts, gods or monsters, they must pour wine.

Either use wine to purify your hands, or pour wine to offer sacrifice to the knife.

When the fragrant wine fell to the ground along the blade of the bone chopping knife, the sound of sharp claws scratching the ground from outside was gradually approaching.

When Butcher Wang raised his head, the old couple were already holding on to the door frame and looking towards the kitchen.

When Butcher Wang first came in, the two of them still looked a bit human.

At this moment, the two people had turned into evil spirits with black bodies and fangs.

Butcher Wang knew clearly that the evil spirit was approaching, but he unscrewed the other empty stove plate slowly. It wasn't until the blue flames reached a high level that she looked back at the door.

Butcher Wang and the two evil spirits looked at each other for a moment, and she pushed the wine jug in his hand out. The evil ghost at the door saw the wine jug coming towards him, and subconsciously stretched out his claws to grab the wine jug.

The black porcelain flask, plus half a bottle of strong liquor, exploded in the opponent's hand, while the bone chopping knife in Butcher Wang's hand swept across the stove.

The flames dancing in the hearth were as if they had been cut off by Butcher Wang and placed flat on his knife.

After the bone chopping knife brought the string of flames across half a circle, the flames on the knife flew out and collided with the flying wine. The dazzling fire ball instantly sealed the door.

Butcher Wang suddenly burst into flames, and the sword in his hand struck the flames in the distance.

The fire rolling in the air was split into two under the light of Butcher Wang's sword, rolled towards both sides of the door, and then disappeared in an instant.

Butcher Wang raised his bone chopping knife at an angle and stepped out between the doors. There was already a corpse with its head missing outside the door.

One evil ghost was beheaded to the ground by Butcher Wang, but the other one was nowhere to be found.

Butcher Wang stood in the room with his knife in hand, twitching his nose twice, and followed the smell of burnt flesh all the way out the door.

As soon as Butcher Wang stepped up the stairs, the lights in the corridor began to dim and bright, and many people seemed to suddenly appear upstairs and downstairs.

Those people were hiding in the corner of the stairs where Butcher Wang could not see him, quietly watching his movements and waiting for the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

As Butcher Wang sneered, he pressed the bone chopping knife against the iron stair railing and dragged the knife forward. The harsh sound of the knife, accompanied by sparks from the friction of steel, filled the corridor, and the figures in the dark retreated one after another.

Butcher Wang walked all the way to the entrance of the building with his knife, and said softly: "It's noon outside, you dare not see the light, and you are even more afraid of the flames, so you can only come back!"

"If you don't want to be hacked to death by me or burned to death by the sun, I can give you a choice."

"Tell me where the person in charge of Shanglin Community is and I will let you go!"

Butcher Wang's speech and the speed of going downstairs were all very accurate. When she finished speaking, she also walked down the last flight of stairs, blocking the evil ghost who had just escaped in the corridor.

The other party was so frightened by Butcher Wang that he shivered, but he did not dare to rush out of the building. He could only huddle in the palm-sized shadow between the building door and the stairs, kowtowing to Butcher Wang.

Butcher Wang held his bone chopping knife at an angle and said, "You don't need to beg me. I'm never soft-hearted towards my enemies."

"You can only choose to live or die."
Chapter completed!