Chapter 369 (1/2)

Yan Tao's eyes were cool. ”Where's the evil ghost?”

The ghosts trembled, fell down on their knees with a burst of tears and wailed, ”Lord, we are not evil ghosts, really not!”

Half of the young man's cool and good-looking face fell in the shadow. Her cold eyebrow was slightly raised, her slender fingers were slightly curved, and Dudu knocked the little ghost's head three times as a wooden fish. Her voice was thin and cool, and it was cold in the early spring. ”Little thing, the Yin here is more than enough to raise ten evil ghosts.”

”Originally, there were,” said the skinny starving ghost weakly. ”A Taoist came the day before yesterday and took them all...”

Ah Piao held the trunk and cried with fear.

”Taoist priest, we are all good ghosts who obey the law and discipline! We punch in on time every day and float out to scare passers-by. At most, we steal a few offerings. We haven't done anything else!”

The ghosts were crying, and the more they cried, the more they felt wronged.

Yantao!!!

The slender white fingers of the young man turned over and the palm was facing up. What surged with it was the Yin Qi in the mountains and forests.

Suddenly a strong wind blew the ghosts who were clinging to the tree trunk and scattered them, bumping up, down, left and right.

A ghost claw clung to the ground and sighed close to the ground: Fortunately, I was smart and didn't run out.

Being proud, the young man raised his long legs and fell.

Like a huge stone falling down, slamming on the ghost's waist - crushing.

The wronged ghost was so painful that tears fell down and looked up with tearful eyes. She saw the young man's picturesque face. There was golden brilliance on her head. She smiled and bloomed. If the Epiphyllum was beautiful, the wronged ghost was so frightened that she trembled and hissed that she sucked the cold air. ”Please show mercy at the foot of the Taoist priest.”

It's bad enough for someone to die unjustly once.

Can you stop telling me to die a second time?

There was no expression on the young handsome face. Look at him coolly, ”isn't there one?”

”Taoist priest, I'm timid. I can't do anything. Don't scare me...”

The wronged ghosts were crying and trying to ask the ghosts to help, but they were still playing on the trampoline.

”Wow! Taoist priest, I'm very weak. I can't help you. You treat me as a fart...”

With long legs and leisurely steps, the young man dragged out the dead ghost's back coat collar on the ground with his right hand.