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"What monster isn't retreating?" A voice suddenly came from outside. It sounded like a little girl, but the one who walked in was an old woman with wrinkles all over her face.

The village chief's hand came out and he fell onto the ground with his face facing the sky.

It was only then that Second Fool took a deep breath and felt something sticky flowing down his neck. He touched his neck and found that it was all blood.

Looking at the two deep wounds in the mirror, it was clear that they were the same ones that Lanhua's Father had been whipped out of.

"Lady Piaomiao, you've finally come. Someone is going to attack me. Quickly! Quickly! Money is not a problem!" The Second Fool's face was deathly pale, and no longer had the same expression as before.

The wrinkled old lady looked at the Village Head on the ground, shook her head and sighed. Without saying a word, she turned around and left.

Seeing that Taoist Magician Liu was about to leave without saying a word, the retard immediately ran over and grabbed her hand, "Grandma, save me, save me!"

The Taoist Magician Liu sighed, then said: "It's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that the two of you have done all sorts of bad things.

Second Fool plopped down on the ground. After a long while, he finally said, "Aunt, please save me. As long as you take him away, I will give you half of the wealth."

Taoist Magician Liu frowned, revealing an extremely terrifying smile, she said: "Alright, who asked me to be greedy for wealth, but I can't do anything legal now, if it was a normal soul, I would have accepted it, but Lanhua's Father is very strict, and there are a few ghosts that wanted to stay, it can only be when their son is here."

Hearing that there was a way, Second Fool was so happy that he didn't know what to say.

At this time, the village chief also woke up. He looked at Second Fool and asked, "What happened to your neck?"

In the farmhouse, Zhang Xiaojian was currently sitting at the center of the room, with beads of perspiration continuously dripping from his forehead.

Orchid tightly held onto Ol 'Five's hand, not daring to say a word, he quietly looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

Inside the Dimensional Ring, it was still green grass light as always, and those few flowers were still in bloom, as if time had never even passed.

Zhang Xiaojian leaned on the green stone table in the middle of the room, looking at his surroundings that had not changed at all, and quietly waiting for news that could cause the downfall of a country.

After a long while, Qingguo said: "A powerful character has arrived."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and asked: "Stronger than you?"

Qingguo did not say anything, but Xiaoqing walked out from within and said, "How could my master be comparable to that witch?"

Zhang Xiaojian also felt that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately puked a few times, saying: "I knew big sister was strong."

Qingguo said, "My current power is inferior to Xiaoqing's. You can speak with her."

Zhang Xiaojian almost fainted, and said: "Elder sister, that can't be. "Are you trying to trick me?"

"Shut up. Leave today's matter to me. I want to see just how capable this old witch is." Xiaoqing's pretty face was now filled with killing intent.

"No, it's better if I do it. Hurry up and hand me some spells." Zhang Xiaojian said.

"Save you, a cultivation level that is not even at the fifth layer …" Xiaoqing did not continue.

Zhang Xiaojian was a little embarrassed, but he was also a little fearful of the old man. His inner Qi cultivation had already reached the fifth layer, and with the power of two arms and a thousand kilograms, his inner Qi had condensed into sword Qi.

"You don't have to be unconvinced. At night, you will only be helping out outside. Little Qing will be fine if she goes down." There was no room for doubt.

Orchid continued to look at Zhang Xiaojian. Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian had finally opened his eyes and passed him a handkerchief, he asked in concern, "Brother, are you alright?"

Zhang Xiaojian laughed and said: "It's fine, leave everything to me."

At midnight, the village chief and the second fool were sitting in a corner with pale faces. There was nothing else in the office except for a table.

On the table was a pair of scissors, a piece of red paper, a piece of yellow paper, and a candle.

The old lady picked up the scissors, cut out a Paper Man on red paper, and then wrote down the name of Lanhua's Father on it.

Second fool, although the village chief was normally on this side, he was now as obedient as a kitten, looking at Taoist Magician Liu in fear.

Because the Taoist Magician Liu had said it during the meal, the death of the Lanhua's Father was more tragic, so the ghosts did not disperse and turned into a few fierce ghosts, which had always been living in the village.

Before, he did not come out because no one woke him up. This time, some expert must have come, and not only did he awaken the soul of the Lanhua's Father, he even attracted other ghosts who died in injustice.

If he wanted to completely deal with them, then he would need to use their blood to drip onto the yellow paper. Only then would he be able to attract all the ghosts over and capture them in one fell swoop.

The village chief looked at where Taoist Magician Liu was sitting and started busying herself with the chores. For some reason, she had never regretted anything. Suddenly, he felt a little scared.

"Come over here and drip some blood." The Taoist Magician Liu's voice sounded cold.

The two of them walked over, cut open the ring finger, and dripped their blood on the yellow paper.

Taoist Magician Liu suddenly raised her hand, and the Paper Man that wrote the name Lanhua's Father spun twice in the air, and then landed, standing upright on the ground.

At the same time, the room's door suddenly began to creak open as a chilling wind blew in from outside, causing the flame on the table to constantly shake.

The Village Chief and Second Fool looked at each other. It was summer, and the wind that just came in was cold, making people shiver. It must be the Lanhua's Father.

The door opened and closed repeatedly, causing the two of them to turn deathly pale. This was because the two of them knew that not only was Lanhua's Father here, there were also others, and their enemies might also be here.

The old lady's eyes lit up, she suddenly waved her hand, and a Spirit Symbol stuck to the door, and it closed soundlessly.

"The sky is clear and the earth spirit is here. May the Five Ghost Shadow Soldiers come to the altar. The flying dragons are in the sky. The iron chains lock down the souls. The bewitching boy …" The bell-like voice of the lady sounded as if she was singing. Just as her voice lingered around the room, a hazy figure gradually appeared. It was Lanhua's Father.

The village chief bit his lips as he widened his terrified eyes, trying his best to prevent himself from making a sound.

Lanhua's Father looked like he saw the village chief. He tried his best to rush over, but it was as if he was trapped by something and couldn't get out.

The old witch bellowed as she slashed with the Soul Destroyer Sword in her hand towards Lanhua's Father.

The Broken Soul Sword, just by hearing the name, one could tell how powerful he was. If he were to look at this sword, no matter what Lanhua's Father did, his soul would leave his body.