Infinite Land, Sunyin City.

It's snowy in winter, and there are no wild dogs on the streets, only a vast expanse of white.

The twelfth lunar month of winter is the time to warm yourself by the fire without leaving home.

In the center of the city, outside the Yang family's courtyard, there are three floors inside and three floors outside, filled with busy people.

There were constant chatter and curious voices of admiration and admiration.

The burly servants roughly cleared the road. The Yang family was very powerful in Riyin City, and even the county magistrate had to sell some thin noodles. Naturally, the people who were being pushed did not dare to say anything.

The crowd craned their necks, like hanging roast ducks, to look at the master ghost hunter invited by Hou Sheng, the head butler of the Yang family.

There were seven or eight people in total, including wandering monks in ragged clothes and Taoists with an unworldly temperament.

The monster hunter carries a double sword on his back, and the fortune teller holds a flag in his hand.

The strangest thing was a young man in plain white clothes with messy black hair. He had a book on his waist and a bright smile on his face. He was still smiling and saying hello to the people around him.

As soon as he stood still, the housekeeper invited the second master of the Yang family out.

With his hands behind his back, his face was full of sorrow, and the wrinkles on his face were so full that he could almost kill a fly that landed on it. Mr. Yang was not a person who talked nonsense. He looked at the master standing in front of him and the countless good people at the door, and said loudly

: "Everyone, I invite all the masters to come here today for one thing. To be honest, my Yang family is really haunted!"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the audience was shocked. The good people even whispered and shouted non-stop.

Several masters were calm after hearing this and spoke directly to calm people's hearts.

"Don't be afraid. As long as our Heavenly Master is here, you won't be afraid of any ghosts."

"Hahaha, it's just a little brat, it's nothing to worry about. Second Master Yang, please rest assured. When I go to the altar and do some magic, I'll make that brat disappear immediately!"

"Haha, I have a sword that can kill monsters, eliminate demons, stir up souls, and destroy souls. Here comes the sword!"

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Upon hearing this, all the masters began to pat their chests and make promises.

Seeing everyone's confidence, Mr. Yang and Butler Hou also had smiles on their faces.

"Okay, okay, I'd like to ask all the masters. This ghost is very ferocious, and several servants in the house have died one after another. Not to mention the tragic death, strange things happened frequently. Before death, he behaved strangely, as if he was possessed by someone to steal his soul.

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There was fear in Mr. Yang's eyes, as if talking about this matter made him tremble all over.

The masters immediately asked, "What's the magic method?"

"What are the characteristics?"

Mr. Yang hurriedly said: "It's just that the expression will become very weird, first of all, the mouth is crooked. Just like... Oh my God, that bald master, what's wrong with you. That's it, he crooked the mouth, quick, quick,

Tear his mouth apart."

Everyone immediately turned around and saw an old man with a bald head and a strange look on his face, with the corners of his mouth crooked.

"I am a mighty dragon..."

Before he finished speaking, several Yang family servants rushed forward, trying to hold him down and gag him.

But the next moment, the bald old man spurted blood from his mouth, twitched and fell to the ground. His body twisted into various shapes, and his neck even rotated several 360 degrees.

Then the bald old man let out a miserable howl: "Everyone must die, everyone must die!"

After saying this, the old man fell to the ground, breathless, and died.

The blood quickly turned black on the ground, and a foul smell began to fill the air.

Mr. Yang suddenly sat down on the ground, his legs trembling, and his face turned pale.

"Ghost, ghost, here it comes again!"

All the masters present looked at each other in shock, especially the ones who had just vowed, their faces turned pale, and there seemed to be water gurgling in their pants.

"What a ghost!"

"The ghost killed someone!"

"It's so scary, I want to go home!"

"Sorry, farewell!"

In an instant, the masters who reacted immediately turned around and ran away. Butler Hou quickly grabbed them.

"Don't go, Master. You said you're not afraid of anything? Go to the altar and do the magic! Come with the sword, come with the sword quickly!"

The masters shook off Butler Hou's hand one after another and said as they walked: "I'm afraid, I'm really afraid. Don't pull me!"

"I don't know how to practice magic, I'm just a money swindler, please let me go!"

"I forgot my sword when I went out today. I'll go back and get it. I'll be back soon."

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen masters left one after another, and the crowd around them dispersed.

Butler Hou asked his servants to help Mr. Yang to leave, but a black mist rose from the bald old man on the ground.

The black mist took the form of a human, turning its head little by little to look at Mr. Yang with a harsh, shrill laugh.

At this moment, a young man was seen striding forward and blocking between Heiwu and Mr. Yang.

Then, he pointed with one hand and shouted: "Where are you, kid? Tell me your name!"

The black mist converged and quickly transformed into a beautiful head.

With a harsh roar, he shouted: "Yang family, die!"

As she spoke, the female ghost seemed to be about to pounce forward, but the next moment she saw the young man in front of her, she quickly took out various objects from her body. Before she even got close, she felt a stench hit her nostrils, and even the female ghost stopped.

Looking carefully, I was surprised to see a black donkey hoof in the young man's left hand, a smelly knife in his right hand, an open bag of black dog blood at his feet, and several donkey dung eggs exposed on his waist.

Eyes widened, head raised.

The young man said loudly: "Look at the female ghost. I have a black donkey's ghost-killing hoof in my left hand, a ghost-killing knife stained with feces in my right hand, old black dog blood at my feet, and a thunderbolt donkey dung ball at my waist. Either of these can make you fall into the stench of reincarnation forever."

You will lose face in the ghost world. This trick will cost you three thousand ghost lives, so think about it before you go forward!"

The female ghost was stopped on the spot, and she really didn't dare to take another step forward.

The young man strode towards her with eyes wide open. At this moment, the female ghost was a little panicked.

"Don't come over here, I'm going to call you molestation if you come over again! Oh my God, how could there be such a disgusting boy like you!"

The young man said loudly: "To deal with evil spirits like you, filthy things are the best choice!"

The young man took another step forward, and the female ghost drifted away. She seemed to look at the young man carefully, as if she suddenly recognized something.

Suddenly, the female ghost said loudly: "Wait a minute, you are the one who caused trouble in the underworld, stole the Book of Life and Death, beat up the Lord of Hell, threw Po Meng on his back, forced yourself into reincarnation, and is wanted by the underworld..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man threw a donkey dung egg from his waist.

The stench exploded, and the female ghost screamed, then disappeared immediately.

The exploding donkey excrement sprayed all over the street, like firecrackers thrown into a manure pit.

After a moment, Mr. Yang stepped forward, covering his mouth and nose.

I looked left and right to confirm that the female ghost had disappeared.

"Young man, have you killed that female ghost?"

Second Master Yang asked.
Chapter completed!