Seeing that Chen Heng seemed a little curious, Ziying was not surprised, but she did not explain in words, she just smiled softly and invited him to get into the sedan together.

Since Chen Heng had already made up his mind to find out the news about Xu Zhi's life and death, he naturally would not refuse.

With a slight smile, he and Ziying opened the gauze curtain together and sat down inside.

As all the ghosts shouted in unison, a cold and cold wind suddenly blew up from the ground, and the soft golden sedan flew into the air and flew deeper into the abyss.

About half an hour later.

The soft gold sedan has not yet landed.

The purple oriole in the sedan chair is already red...

Even his eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist, making him feel quite restless.

For the sake of Xu Zhi's life and death, Chen Heng reluctantly restrained his usual temperament along the way and pretended to be romantic and unrestrained to deceive her.

Although he has never tried to use words before, it does not mean that he does not understand the skills between men and women.

After just a few words, Ziying blushed and became fascinated, revealing many things.

If there wasn't a trace of reason left to guard the spiritual platform, I would have wished that all the big and small things in the house could be swept away.

"This young master is born with a very good appearance. He is the one who stands out among the millions. If he can be on good terms with him, even if he dies again, it seems that it is not a loss!"

She thought to herself.

At this time, all the ghosts carrying the sedan shouted together again, calming down the dark wind, and slowly lowered themselves from the height, showing that they were not far from the mansion.

Although the Miss Yue who Ziying served was not very favored, she was still the heir of Shanhu Gong and Feihua Granny. When she left home, not only did dozens of tall and powerful ghosts come to act as housekeepers, but they also

A group of servants and boys were brought to do the sweeping and sweeping.

Looking down from a distance, all I can see is a huge and gloomy house, covering a very large area.

The verandas are lined up flatly, and the pavilions are towering.

Fence yard, stone bridge, herbal building, bell and drum tower, all available!

"etc!"

At this time, Ziying made a sound, as if she suddenly remembered something. She quickly lifted the curtain and gave instructions to the ghosts carrying the sedan:

"Don't rush back home. Let's turn around and take the young master for a spin in the crowd first!"

"Human barre?"

All the ghosts immediately turned their heads to look at him, their eyes filled with white, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, covering their bodies.

"This young master seems to be Jing Xiu, he doesn't need blood..."

A ghost with bare chest and belly, a head as big as a bucket, laughed together, boldly leaned forward to the sedan curtain, and said greedily:

"Good girl, don't you feel pity for us who work hard all day long and want to let everyone eat blood food? I heard that Miss recently captured a lot of immortal Qigong practitioners outside Diyuan. What is the Xuanzhen Sect called?"

"Give one to everyone and give it to everyone to try! The monk's skin is the crispiest and most chewy!

Good girl, if you are willing to show kindness, we will remember your kindness for the rest of our lives!"

With the leader in charge and the temptation of the monks' flesh and blood, all the ghosts started shouting and making noise, showing their fierce appearance.

Ziying softly comforted her with a few words, but the ghosts still ignored her, and the noise became even louder, rumbling down her voice.

After a few times, Ziying's face finally became stern, and the look in her eyes became cold.

She stretched out her hand fiercely, and like lightning, she grabbed the devil who screamed the loudest, and with five fingers together, she easily crushed the devil's head!

Nothing red or white was spilled.

It was just a cloud of Yin Qi that was overflowing, and after a circle, it dispersed between heaven and earth, leaving no trace.

One of the rays of Yin Qi accidentally fell towards Chen Heng in the sedan chair.

He only sensed it briefly, and then the careless look in his eyes became more solemn, and he showed a slight hint of joy.

"Can it still be like this? No... it really should be like this!"

Chen Heng thought.

After squeezing the ghost who started the trouble to death, Ziying stood up from the sedan with an expressionless face, her eyes bleeding, and walked towards the ghosts carrying the sedan step by step with the white wind blowing.

"What kind of despicable creatures are you, worthy of eating the flesh and blood of monks? Don't waste your time!"

She sneered:

"If you dare to make any noise again, I will treat you all as snacks for the guests to chew! It happened that at the young lady's wedding banquet, I was worried about not being able to find enough dishes to entertain the guests! Don't seek your own death.

!”

None of the ghosts dared to look up, they were whining and trembling like dogs with their tails clamped.

When Ziying turned around, she saw Chen Heng looking at her with a smile. Her face immediately turned red and she hurriedly wiped away the pus and blood on her face.

"Sir, I'm not usually of this temperament. I'm the only one who kills ghosts..."

Her voice became quieter and quieter, until it was as quiet as a mosquito.

"It seems to be about the second level of foundation building, similar to Yan Ping, and it is not difficult to kill."

Although he was thinking like this in his mind, Chen Heng's face remained calm as he said:

"How dare you, Xiaosheng trusts Miss Ziying."

The female ghost in purple gave a cry, covered her face with her sleeves, and did not dare to look directly.

…

…

The hibiscus texture is fragrant when cooked, and the milk is used as wontons and ghosts are eager to taste it.

Cut off the two arms and hang them in the butcher's shop, then cut off the thighs and hold them for soup.

The cold wind is rolling, the blood is pouring, the skin is peeled off and the bones are exposed, the arms are broken and the tendons are broken...

The soft sedan slowly circled around the crowd.

Seeing Chen Heng looking calm amidst the sobbing, he never showed any emotion of hurting others, just the ordinary Jingxiu's aversion to eating blood.

At this point, Ziying finally felt relieved for the time being.

She smiled happily and invited Chen Heng into the mansion and placed him in a secluded house.

But even at this time, he did not forget to invite a few big ghosts to come and guard the door of the house. It was called "Guyuan" for precaution.

…

…

At night.

In the human pen.

Yu Wanxi's consciousness suddenly cleared, and she slowly opened her eyes. There was only a shaking haze in front of her eyes.

She gave a low laugh and tried to get up from the ground, but found that her arms had already been severed. Bone-piercing pain hit her head, and tears burst out of her eyes.

"Sister Yu, I just gave you a blood-nourishing pill to seal the wound. It's better not to act rashly now."

At this time, a voice suddenly came from in front of him:

"Fortunately, you have already established the foundation of Taoism and your physique is extraordinary. Otherwise, I would have been helpless."

"you……"

After being stunned for a long time, Yu Wansi realized that the voice seemed to be speaking to herself. It was not an illusion, but real.

"It's you?"

She raised her head and suddenly shed tears again:

"Chen Heng, how come you were imprisoned in this prison by a ghost?"
Chapter completed!