Mr. Fu was covered in black, fell to the ground with a bang, and was no longer alive.

The white-faced ghost stretched out its long tongue like a snake's tongue and licked all the way from the tip of the black sword.

After it tasted the blood and sucked the soul, its body became slightly shiny, and its pale face turned half rosy.

"tasty."

"But after all, I'm old and I smell bad."

With a flick of the brush, the two eyes filled with will-o'-the-wisps stared at the matchmaker and the millions of spectators in front of the golden apricot painting.

The demonic wind in the world of ghosts and Buddhas whines.

The sounds of howling wolves and ghosts crying could be heard everywhere.

The fog shrouded the place where the stone tablets of the Zhongyuan Realm were located. Even across the golden apricots, the millions of spectators could not help but feel chills in their scalps.

"Dead!"

"It's so dead!"

"Old Fu has had his soul sucked dry, and so has Uncle Jin. Then the next step is... Matchmaker, run away!"

Millions of people all realized that something was wrong.

Nowadays in the field of outdoor preaching, Brother Yi, who is drunk in the wind, is not so diligent and only occasionally chats with everyone.

Although the first sister, Hong Niang, is not as good as Feng Zhongzui, she can still be said to be better than her.

The key points are that she is beautiful, has a slim figure, speaks and chats in a way that suits everyone's taste, and her financial resources, background, and escorts are far superior to others.

If she falls, the preaching world will lose an Optimus Prime!

"I……"

The matchmaker really wanted to run, but found that she could no longer pull her legs out.

Her legs were like lead, exposed to the icy cold wind, and felt bone-piercing pain from the beating of the flying snowflakes.

"I can't move..."

She was crying, and she didn't know whether it was the pressure of the semi-saint or fear.

When the white-faced ghost tilted his head and looked at her with a mocking smile, she was helpless and alone, as if the boat was about to capsize, and she burst into tears.

"Run!"

"First move your left foot, then your right foot, don't you know how to do this?"

A large number of comments floated in front of her forehead, and the matchmaker couldn't move at all.

She could only watch helplessly as the white-faced ghost lost interest, pulled out his sword from a distance, and pointed it in the air:

"Talk..."

A bit of coldness is surprising.

Millions of people held their breath in front of the Golden Apricot.

At this moment, there was a "ding-dong" sound, the mist was rising and falling all around, and bursts of distant bells were heard.

Accompanied by this, there was also the "creak" sound of the wheels running over the ground, and a melancholy poem:

"In the morning, we set out to conquer Duo, and we travel to mourn our hometown..."

…

"who?"

"Where did you come from? Instead of running away at this time, you jumped into the fire pit. Didn't you hear Mr. Fu's scream just now?"

"The voice sounds familiar?"

"Carriage? Driving a carriage? It's ridiculous. Whose dandy is this? He came to the world of ghosts and Buddhas to experience. As soon as he went out, he encountered a semi-saint level ghost. Okay! These guys who were born with good luck should all die!"

"Wait a minute, why does this cinnamon carriage sound familiar to me?"

"Has no one analyzed this poem? There is a feeling of homesickness..."

"The matchmaker should really be homesick now. She hasn't lived in the Xing Realm very much. She has been playing in the ghost and Buddha realm. Now it's better. She hunts geese all day long and gets pecked by geese in the end."

Another long list of messages floated in front of his forehead, full of messages about his ambition but lack of strength, and even some hatred of the rich.

After all, there is nothing they can do to help if they want to intervene through a illusory golden apricot scene.

The matchmaker doesn't expect that there are actually semi-saints among these people who can suddenly come over and save her.

Her only life-saving straw at this moment is the cinnamon carriage that slowly comes from the fog, and only the guards behind the cinnamon carriage represent the descendants of the Taixu family...:

"Save me! Help me!"

"I'm a matchmaker, I can give you a lot of things, give you everything, I can even help you move into Xingjie!"

Check into Xingjie.

These four words are really not too popular in today's five regions.

Even if it was the enemy who killed his father, when he was about to die, he said face to face that he could help "move into the apricot world" and swore a poisonous oath.

The avenger might actually retaliate by saying, "When is the time to retaliate?", then put down the butcher's knife and turn back to go ashore.

"Huh?"

The white-faced ghost pointed his sword at the matchmaker and made a puzzled sound.

It had already been used with one sword, but when the phrase "rise in the morning to conquer the Duo, a traveler mourns his hometown" came out, I couldn't help but feel one way...

I really want to know what is underneath.

So he endured the backlash from his sword, and the white-faced ghost forcefully held back the sword, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the carriage with the "Zheng Duo" hanging on it.

"Creak, creak..."

The slowly approaching bronze-colored cinnamon carriage is truly luxurious, and even the wheels smell of expensive construction. This is a descendant of a family with a humble beginning.

In fact, there are very few real dandies who can come out to practice Taoism in the Holy Spirit Continent. Most of them are qualified and well-educated.

Even if some people like to play, in the face of their spiritual talents, they are just trivial things that cannot hide their flaws.

But this carriage is different.

Judging from the configuration staff, it seems to be somewhat strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

Because even the old and thin coachman sitting in front of the carriage looked a little vulgar, and his mouth was extremely indecent:

"Sir, there is a weak woman in front of me. She is beautiful, slim and juicy. She is in trouble. I will give you everything. Do you want to stop?"

"Old man Li, don't try. Is this your mission target today?" A light coughing sound came from the car, the sound of a sick man.

"Hey, sir, I have to do some work when I get back, so please give me a humble answer...save it, or not?"

"If you don't save them, there are so many miserable people in the world. How many people in the world love the common people? Who can save them one by one?"

"Okay, let's drive!"

Crunch, crunch...

The carriage drove slowly away, leaving behind a dead silence.

The matchmaker was stunned on the spot, unable to believe that all this was happening.

In more than twenty years of living, she has never seen any man... A normal man's eyes would stay on her for less than three breaths.

But this pair of carriages...

Old Man Li glanced at her and then looked away, as if he saw some stunning beauties every day.

From the beginning to the end, the sick young man never even opened the curtain of the carriage, and he kept a respectful distance from him inside and outside his words.

Just hearing your voice makes your kidney essence weak. If you don't save me, are you rushing to reincarnate?

The matchmaker bit her lower lip, with tears in her eyes, and remained silent.

She actually understood that it was right not to save her.

Give yourself a step down, you can avoid that white-faced ghost and walk out of the Zhongyuan world alive.

The owner and servant of this carriage are smart people.

But……

What about me?

You guys are gone, where am I, matchmaker?

The matchmaker was silent, but Jin Xing's comments suddenly boiled over. Apparently, everyone couldn't bear it anymore:

"Who is this! Talking arrogantly and being arrogant! He still keeps saying 'love the common people', that's the 'great emperor of the common people'! Do you think you are the Shou Ye, actually comparing yourself to the great emperor?"

"Save him, he's so weak. He saw that the matchmaker was Jin Xing. He knew there were millions of people watching. He just pretended to be embarrassed. In fact, he was in the carriage.

, are you scared to the point of peeing?"

"If you don't save me, I won't save you. My matchmaker doesn't need your help. The descendant of Taixu will die badly! Matchmaker, run away!"
To be continued...