"This white-faced ghost is also stupid. Why is he so stunned? If I were that ghost, I would step forward with one sword and kill the evil servant first, and then kill the sick boy to vent the hatred in my heart!"

"Calm down, everyone, haven't you noticed that something is wrong with the white-faced ghost? It seems to be under control..."

No one can calm down.

No one even noticed why as soon as the sick man opened his mouth, even the white-faced ghost stopped and paid respectful attention.

"Bah..."

The white-faced ghost himself doesn’t know why.

He was holding the sword, with a cold breath in his mouth, and felt a little worried on his face - just now he actually interrupted the attack and suffered the backlash!

But the white-faced ghost is indeed a white-faced ghost, and has the keenest intuition about combat. From the most primitive perception, it felt that it might be better to let the carriage go than to catch up with them.

I don't know why, but the appearance of this feeling made the ghost even more irritated and wanted to chop something into pieces.

"kill!"

The white-faced ghost slashed the black sword.

It actually followed the guidance of its heart and no longer stared at the carriage. Instead, it turned back to look at the matchmaker, licked its lips and said:

"Those two trash will only stain our souls if we eat them, so let them go."

"And you, beauty, your taste is so fresh... huh?"

The white-faced ghost paused for a moment and felt a little hairy behind his back.

Behind, the carriage that was supposed to be going far away and driving into the fog suddenly stopped, and Old Man Li's voice came from the car:

"Sir, it scolded us."
Chapter completed!