I looked coldly at Shi Jianhao, who quickly explained: "Fan Fang just asked me to send him back, and didn't say anything else. With my skills, I don't dare to confront him head-on! I can only follow his wishes.

Done.”

I flicked the cigarette ashes gently and said, "Who is that woman in black following Fan Fang?"

Shi Jianhao was stunned for a moment: "The woman in black? Who is that? I've never seen her before!"

I said calmly: "When Fan Fang's body appeared at the three-way intersection, it was lying on the ground and wouldn't move. Even the corpse carrier at the funeral home couldn't do anything about him. Later, a woman in black appeared and escorted him to the

funeral parlor."

"Didn't you see that woman when you brought Fan Fang back?"

Shi Jianhao's expression also changed: "Sun Yu didn't tell me. I'll go ask him. You two sit down for a moment."

Shi Jianhao stood up and walked out. I held a cigarette and said: "The Ghost Gate Formation is not close yet, you have to wait a little longer."

Shi Jianhao's body froze on the spot, and after a while he turned his back to me and said, "Master Li, are you kidding me? What kind of ghost formation?"

Lin Zhao picked up the teacup and fiddled with it and said, "You have always said that you are a low-level warlock. However, you have made three mistakes."

"First of all, if you can use an iron pick to lift rocks weighing several dozen kilograms, it shows that your cultivation level is not low. Even if you are not innate, it is not much different."

"Second, you said that your Shi family was forced to serve ghosts here. So, why would ghosts listen to you? Shouldn't you listen to him?"

"Thirdly, why would a person who can drink the best Longjing live in a tin house?"

Shi Jianhao turned around and forced a smile and said: "Lin Sanshao, you also know that the level of a warlock is not just based on cultivation. A person who simply practices martial arts may not necessarily be a warlock even if his cultivation is above the innate level, right?"

"Three generations of our family have been worshiping ghosts here. They have some respect for the Shi family, but they don't really listen to me."

Lin Zhao looked at Shi Jianhao with a half-smile but said, "How do you know I am Mr. Lin? Did I introduce myself as my family after entering the house?"

Only then did Shi Jianhao realize that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he reached out and took out a fist-sized ball from his pocket, and wanted to throw it at me.

As soon as he raised his hand, the dagger I threw pierced his wrist, and the iron gall rolled out of his hand instantly.

The little girl who originally served us tea suddenly appeared in front of Lin Zhao with a flash of figure, and grabbed Lin Zhao's lower abdomen with both hands.

Lin Zhao calmly lowered the tea cup in his hand, like a net to clasp a cricket, and put the child into the cup.

Lin Zhao raised his foot and stepped on the teacup on the ground, then raised his head and looked in the direction of Shi Jianhao.

At this time, I was already standing next to Shi Jianhao, still holding the iron gall that had not fallen to the ground.

I gently turned the iron bladder in my hand, looked at the ghosts gathered outside the cave and said lightly: "Since you can call us by name, you should know my behavior."

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you want to live or die, I'll give you ten seconds to think about it!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the Midnight Scimitar had already landed on the other person's neck.

It didn't take ten seconds for Shi Jianhao to speak: "Master Li, what I said is true. Our Shi family was indeed held here as a ghost! It wasn't until Fan Fang appeared three years ago that there was any change."

Three years ago, Fan Fang came. Instead of going directly up the mountain, he found me first and asked me if I wanted to come down from the mountain.

If you can go down from the mountain, who is willing to stay here day and night to support a village of ghosts? Of course I am willing to do so.

Fan Fang told me: If I want to go down the mountain, I have to obey his instructions.

I agreed without even thinking about it.

At that time, Fan Fang gave me a pack of yellow incense and told me: I will use this when I go to burn incense.

I did as he said, but who knows, as the incense burned, all the ghosts in the village would listen to his words.

Fan Fang also specially left a ghost behind and asked her to take charge of all the ghosts in the village. She would take them out every midnight and bring them back to rest at the fifth watch.

I saw that the direction they walked out was towards the iron mine on the mountain.

Fan Fang didn't let me ask about the situation of the iron mine, and I didn't dare to say anything. Just based on Fan Fang's ability to control ghosts with Huang Xiang, I was no match for him!

How dare I ask more about other things?

Fan Fang just told me to worship ghosts here as before, and when he leaves, he will take me with him.

I have been guarding Ma Ti Village like this.

Shi Jianhao stopped here and I looked at him with a half-smile: "You still don't want to tell the truth, do you? Lin Zhao, destroy the temple and light red incense."

Shi Jianhao was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

I dragged Shi Jianhao by his clothes and tied him to a tree: "You should know what the red incense is for, right? If you anger the ghost now, you should know very well what will happen to you. There are some things you can say, whether you say them or not.

over you."

Warlocks carry yellow incense to appease ghosts. They also carry red incense. The function of red incense is to anger ghosts and make them crazy. If I burn this stick of incense, no matter whether those ghosts will regain their consciousness or not, Shi Jianhao will
Chapter completed!