The Jinhua City God sighed, with self-blame and guilt evident in his words. Then he waved his hand and ordered a Yaksha under his command,
"Go and tell them that tonight there will be repayment of kindness and retaliation of hatred. I can't see anything."
"yes."
When Yasha heard this, he was not surprised. He spread his wings on his back and flew into the night sky. He flew across the sky like a night owl and landed on the mountain village. He immediately locked the talker in the village.
"Little guy, do these evil ghosts listen to you?"
The green-faced and fanged Yasha looked up and down at Feng Bingwen, who had a blood-evil aura on his body, and murmured unconsciously in his heart. He had been working in the underworld for hundreds of years, and he had never seen such a weird child. Today was the day.
Gained knowledge.
"What do you want to do?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the Yaksha ghost in front of him with a wary expression, but he was not very afraid in his heart. Although the ghost looked very ferocious, the scent of sandalwood wafting from its body told Feng Bingwen that there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Don't be nervous, just keep doing whatever you need to do, just pretend we don't exist."
"What?"
Feng Bingwen was a little unresponsive, his mind couldn't keep up with the current situation.
Unexpectedly, the City God was indeed invited over by the landlady, but the strange thing was that the City God stopped a long way away and stopped moving forward. Instead, he sent a Yaksha ghost to tell him what to continue.
, this is too strange no matter how you think about it.
"My elder said that no matter what you do tonight, he will pretend he didn't see it."
"Who is your adult?"
Feng Bingwen knows the past and asks questions.
"What's wrong with you kid? Did you have these eyes for nothing? My adults came over just now, couldn't you see? Are you blind?"
The Yasha ghost was a little surprised, with a sarcastic tone in his tone.
"Jinhua City God?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't believe it.
"It's my lord!"
"But why?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't understand.
As a protector and protector of the family and the people, the city god could tolerate a group of evil spirits massacring the village in front of him. This is incredible no matter how you think about it.
"My master was a Gongyang Confucian during his lifetime!"
The Yasha Ghost answered with a dark smile, revealing a mouth with huge fangs that had great visual impact.
"Gong Yangru!"
Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, then understood, and then he was a little worried again.
"Your adults won't be punished for this, right?"
"You don't have to worry about this, kid, just do what you want!"
The Yasha ghost let out a burst of laughter, spread its wings, flew into the sky, and disappeared.
After the Yaksha ghost left, the evil ghosts who were hiding in various places in the mountain village suddenly floated out and gathered around Feng Bingwen.
"Master Feng, what did Lord Yaksha just say to you?"
The title the resentful ghosts gave Feng Bingwen changed again. It used to be a little gentleman with a lot of teasing meaning, but now it became a serious honorific title for a young master.
"He didn't say anything, he just told us to do whatever we were supposed to do, no need to worry, the Lord City God couldn't see us!"
Feng Bingwen smiled brightly.
"real?"
No matter who suddenly heard such a thing, they couldn't believe it. What's more, these innocent ghosts who had just experienced the power of the City God personally.
Their feelings are completely different from Feng Bingwen's. They feel like they have turned into winter ice and will melt at any time when exposed to the scorching sun.
"Why did I lie to you?"
"this……"
"What are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up and continue!"
Feng Bingwen waved his hatchet and greeted.
"Zhang Huaian, do you know what you are doing? It's okay if you seek death as a powerful ghost and leave people alone, but you actually instruct the ghost to kill people. Aren't you afraid of thunder from the sky?"
At the foot of the mountain village, the ancestor of Qijiagang, who was bound by soul-seducing chains and was in great pain, roared angrily at the city god who had his back to the mountain village. The worst he could do was to be immortal, and he had nothing to fear at this time.
"Nie Zhan, if there is a thunder from the sky, you will be the first to be struck!"
Bai Wuchang, who was closest to the ancestor of Qijiagang, heard the roar of the deprived old man, raised the mourning stick in his hand, and struck him head and face.
With just a few sticks, the old ghost's body almost collapsed, and his soul almost died. This charming and capricious man had just dealt a fatal blow.
It's not just a private grudge, but also a public grudge. This old man concealed his descendants' evil deeds. If it's just a small matter, ghosts and gods who are just responsible for patrolling will be held accountable.
But the descendants of this old ghost actually forced out hundreds of resentful ghosts. This is a heinous crime. Not to mention the ghosts and gods responsible for patrolling, Wu Chang, who is responsible for seducing souls, will probably be implicated.
.
"Don't scatter his soul. Keep him and let him see with his own eyes that his descendants are devoured by the evil consequences they created with their own hands!"
When Judge Wen saw this scene, he quickly waved the ink pen in his hand and sprinkled a few rays of pure Yin Qi to consolidate the old ghost's soul.
"You...you are ghosts and gods in vain!"
The ancestors of Qijiagang were not happy because their souls and bodies were nourished, and even trembled with anger.
"You are right, I have failed to serve as a city god! When this matter is settled, I will resign. But don't worry, before I resign, I will definitely put you in a prison of torture. As long as the Jinhua Yin Division does not collapse, you
If you don’t come out for a day, you won’t be able to be reborn forever!”
The city god, who had his back to the mountain village, looked at the crazy old ghost with a gentle tone, like a humble gentleman.
"Zhang Huaian, I curse you..."
"Certainly!"
The city god, whose body was as solid as a real person, stretched out his hand, and the yelling old ghost suddenly became speechless.
"Bring him forward and let him see clearly the fate of his descendants."
The City God ordered in a calm tone,
"After he reads it, I will ask him."
"yes!"
The city god ordered, and two ghost messengers came forward, held up the old ghost who could not move, and dragged him to the sky above Qijiagang.
At this time, in Qijiagang, hundreds of ghosts were walking at night, and the evil ghosts roared and roared excitedly. They no longer had any scruples. As early as when Boss Qi died, they did not need Feng Bingwen's help and relied solely on their own strength.
You can break in through a window and take someone's life.
"Hahaha!"
The old ghost who was held high in the sky had his eyes wide open. He watched helplessly as a child who was no more than seven years old laughed wildly, swung the hatchet in his hand, and chopped down one after another in the village. The hungry ghosts were haunting him, and his limbs were weak and difficult to move.
A rebellious young man.
For the old ghost, this was a punishment that made him even more unbearable. Seeing the bloodline of his descendants cut off with his own eyes made his initially fearful behavior of prevaricating the wandering ghosts become a joke.
The old ghost, who had not felt that he had done anything wrong before, felt regret for the first time in his heart. He regretted that when the younger generation, who was called Boss Qi by other younger generations, got the evil spell, he did not warn him immediately.