The ghost baby appeared like this and saw despair, but Dongxie, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, wanted to fight. He roared out and a fist gathered the remaining power and hit the ghost baby's body.

With a bang, the last punch hit Guiying's chest hard. Guiying did not dodge at all, but when Dongxie hit him, he gently threw out a sword, and a sword light cut on Dongxie's neck with the blade.

With a sneer, Dongxie's body stiffened. He felt a sharp pain coming, and black liquid splashed out from his neck. The ghost baby used force again at this moment, and his water-out sword passed through Dongxie's neck and directly cut off his head.

Dong Xie's fist had already hung down weakly. After his head turned into a burst of black air, his body also scattered with a light bang for the yin air. The ghost baby slaughtered Dong Xie so easily. He raised his eyes and saw that the waves around him automatically disappeared. Soon after, they all sank into the ground.

The battles in the past few days have ended, and Guiying suddenly felt lost. He felt that what he really wanted did not appear.

After a moment of stopping, the ghost baby returned to the statue from the night sky, and the turtle old man watching next to him, Chi Yu, and all the eight poems left automatically. Then they saw Mo Nu, starving, Shu Qing entered the temple one after another.

Everything has returned to normal again.

In the quiet atmosphere, slight divine light flashed from time to time on the statue. The ghost baby sat cross-legged inside to absorb the energy in the river veins. Suddenly, he heard a subtle sound, like a child's crying, and he was crying fiercely.

The ghost baby knew who it was when he heard this sound. Once the humans he protected with his divine light, their abnormal situation would be known to the ghost baby. He remembered that on the day of the Gods worship in Fuqiao Town that day, an old lady brought her two little grandsons to worship. He also pointed two divine lights into the eyebrows of the two children. Now that he heard their crying, the ghost baby understood that they must have encountered something dangerous.

Understanding the reason for the incident, the ghost baby flew out of the statue. He turned into a green light and flew into the nearby village of Chushuifan, and then fell towards a three-story building.

The green light of the ghost baby condensed his figure at the entrance of the small building. Then he stepped in, and the crying of the children inside was still very loud. He stepped into the threshold and saw a bunch of figures surrounded by village chief Xia Yuanchao, Mr. Di, Taoist Master Yishi and others. Below was the old lady sitting on the ground crying. There was a body lying on a stretcher in front of her, with a lot of blood on her head. The deceased was the old lady's husband. Today, a group of people were coming to occupy his farmland. Because the price could not be negotiated, the old man started arguing with them. Unexpectedly, the old man was beaten to death by them in the end. As soon as the incident was heard, the crowd was angry, but no one stood up for the old lady's house.

"Mom Han, the Eighth Master has gone. You should be mourning and follow the changes. Don't argue with their group, anyway, you won't win."

The village chief Xia Yuanchao was talking about this, and he was in a difficult situation, but as someone who knew the inside story, Xia Yuanchao still hoped that the old lady Han Mom would give up.

No one agreed or objected to this statement. Everyone was silent for a moment. The ghost baby gradually walked to the old lady Han Mom. He saw that Han Mom's face was full of tears, and his two young grandsons were crying around him.

Just when the atmosphere was a little strange, but Han Mom suddenly grabbed her husband's cold arms with both hands. Her wet and red eyes raised to look at the door. A soft moonlight shone in, making her eyes look extremely firm.

At this moment, Guiying was also shocked by Han Mom's eyes. It was a reaction of sudden hope in despair and sadness. She was a human with devout faith, and she was especially true to Guiying, the river god.

When the ghost baby looked down at her slightly flashing eyes, the sad mother Han might have said something extremely fiercely, which shocked everyone present for a moment.

"There is a god three feet above your head!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xia Yuanchao, Mr. Di, and Taoist Master Yishi responded the most strongly, and the other villagers were even more shocked by Han Ma's tone, but soon some villagers showed helplessness. They thought Han Ma must be too sad and a little unclear.

The ghost baby stood in front of Han Mom, and the fierce and firm words of Han Mom were still echoing in his ears. He felt that Han Mom could not see him, but when the sentence "There is a god three feet high" sounded in front of him, the ghost baby felt deeply shocked and moved.

How many people in this world are so devout to me now?

Guiying asked in her heart. He quietly withdrew from Han Ma's house after a moment. When he disappeared, a blue light suddenly shot out by him, and then entered Han Ma's eyebrows and disappeared.

This series of actions was not discovered by anyone. The ghost baby had returned to the temple at this time. He stood alone at the entrance of the temple, holding a stick of incense in his hand. The incense on it kept floating upwards, and finally drifted to the distance.

The ghost baby's abnormal behavior was seen by Mo Nu and the others, but no one came to ask. Soon, a gust of wind was drifting in the depths of the night, and an old ghost was seen drifting towards the temple in the blur.

The ghost seemed to be unconscious. He was summoned by incense and soon floated to the courtyard of Xia Ruan's house and happened to stop at the entrance of the temple.

The incense in the ghost's hand automatically went out after the ghost stopped. At this time, he looked up slightly, and a faint scarlet red light appeared in his dark eyes, and finally reflected into the ghost's turbid and confused eyes.

"Give me back my life..."

After the ghost controlled the ghost's body, he suddenly spoke up and made a miserable and grim scream, which sounded particularly scary in the dark atmosphere, but the ghost was not afraid of the sound, otherwise he would be called the Young Master of Hell.

"Go back, you still have ten years of life."

The ghost shadow summoned by the ghost baby was Han Ma's husband Eighth Master. His soul was originally wandering around, but in the end he was summoned by the ghost baby. When the ghost baby saw his body, he could tell that he was dead because of a bad life. This means that the eighth Master actually had some life span. Knowing this, the ghost baby understood that he only needed to send his soul back to resurrect him.

As the ghost baby's words reached his ears, he flew up automatically and finally landed towards his three-story building. At this time, a large group of people were preparing to clean his body, and then put on the shroud he had just bought.

At this moment, the ghost baby pointed and a large ball of green divine light burst out, which accurately wrapped the Eighth Master's soul. At this moment, he turned into a ball of black gas, and then fell into the small building under the green light. Suddenly, a huge roar echoed, and everyone in the room was shocked, and even the entire building was shaking.

Such violent movements were really abnormal, but suddenly there was a drizzle of rain. It was raining raining in the entire Fuqiao Town at this time, and thunder came from far to near. Everyone realized that a thunder was striking nearby.

In the humid air flow that was coming, only a Taoist priest looked at the night rain outside the gate solemnly. The rustling sound of rain seemed to be shouting from the world, but it was ignored by everyone.

"It's a zombie!"

Just as everyone was regaining their spirits, the villagers who were putting on the shroud of the Eighth Master's body suddenly screamed. When he shouted, everyone was panicked because under their fearful expression, Eighth Master lying on the wooden board suddenly twitched his old face in pain, and one of his rough hands was tightly grasping Mr. Di's wrist, which was closest to him. The cold and stiff touch made Mr. Di feel creepy.
Chapter completed!