Everyone was shocked and stepped back.

"The evil ghost is being tortured in the oil pan! Is this young man really going to save this hungry ghost on behalf of the Master?"

Everyone retreated in fear, fearing that they would be attacked by the evil spirit if they got closer.

Mr. Zhao also quickly took a few steps back.

Listening to this sound, my legs felt a little weak.

The sound became more and more miserable.

Zhao Ce's expression did not change, he stood calmly in front of the oil pot, seemingly not afraid at all.

Members of the Zhao family were so frightened that they knelt on the spot.

"Is this the hungry ghost in our house?"

Member Zhao was kneeling outside, his legs shaking with fear.

I felt that the temperature inside was starting to get hot.

Zhao Ce took his hand out of the oil pan, but the bones remained in the oil pan.

The bones inside the oil pan are still making screams and ghostly howls.

Zhao Ce said to Mr. Zhao on the side: "Mr. Zhao, I am not sincere. I can't bring this evil spirit with me."

"Since your heart is so sincere, then it's up to you to bring this evil spirit who has been tortured by the frying pan to be saved."

"Please."

Mr. Zhao looked disheveled.

"This is a frying pan, I'm just a mortal body..."

As I said that, I felt something was wrong.

He is a mortal body, so what is Zhao Ce?

Zhao Ce chuckled lightly: "My heart is so dishonest, but I have Buddhist Dharma to protect me."

"Master Zhao is so sincere, so naturally the Buddha will bless you."

"Why are you afraid of this mere frying pan?"

Master Yuankong groaned, glanced at the oil pan, and his eyelids twitched.

Zhao Yuanwai, who was standing next to him, quickly said: "This young man, ah no! This master."

"This ghost keeps making ghostly howling noises. It's so scary. Is there any way to stop it?"

Zhao Ce suggested: "Wouldn't it be better to let Mr. Ling fish the bones out of the oil pan?"

Member Zhao looked at his son.

Mr. Zhao had no time to glare at Zhao Ce.
Chapter completed!