Just as the flower spirits flying out of the stamens were flying all over the yard, the fragrance drifted into the little girl's nose.
In an instant, the flowers at the little girl's feet disappeared instantly, and the elves in the flowers also disappeared instantly in the air.
After seeing this scene, all the Mu family exclaimed.
Because only they understand that the little girl's ceremony was not completed.
It is obviously not a normal thing to interrupt this inexplicably.
Mu Haitao appeared in front of the little girl at the first time. After all, this little girl is Mu Haitao's granddaughter Mu Ting.
"Tingting, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Haitao grabbed Mu Ting's wrist and wanted to find out what was happening in his granddaughter's body at this time.
"I don't know, grandpa, I suddenly can't feel the power!"
Mu Ting's little face turned pale, she shook her head and said to Mu Haitao, with some tears already appearing in her eyes.
"Hmm? What's the situation?"
Mu Haitao, who wanted to delve his spiritual power into his grandson, frowned suddenly.
He found that his power was actually a little uncontrollable at this time, as if he had been swallowed by some strange energy.
Soon, the Mu family members in the audience gradually began to stir up.
Obviously, some of those tribe members discovered the same problem as Mu Haitao.
"Everyone calms me down, don't panic!"
Mu Haitao glanced at him and found that there was a look of horror and panic on his faces.
After all, he is the patriarch of a family, and this shout still has excellent results.
After hearing his shout, the Mu family members became obviously quiet and all looked at him, the head of the family.
Mu Haitao did not pay attention to everyone's gaze, but closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body and the feedback of spiritual power.
"Well? This... this is the Spirit-Devouring Ten Essence San! How could anyone still have this recipe in this world!
Hasn’t the Ghost Mother’s Sect been destroyed long ago?"
After a moment, Mu Haitao opened his eyes in shock, and his voice was trembling.
"Hahaha! Brother Mu is here this time, I want to ask you for something!
I wonder if Brother Mu can give generously to him as his brother!”
At this moment, Ming Dao's laughter rang out in the side hall of the Mu family's ancestral home.
"Mingdao! It's you! What are you trying to do?"
After hearing this voice, Mu Haitao's face changed from surprise to anger and shouted loudly.
"Hey! Brother Mu, you are so old! Didn't I just say that I just want to ask your Mu family for something!
I just said, why don’t you remember it again so quickly?”
While speaking, Mingdao took the young man with the black-cloaked man named Mingyuan and slowly walked out of the side hall.
"What do you want to ask our Mu family for? Our two families have been intimate for generations, why do you do this!"
Feeling the slowly loss of spiritual power on his body, Mu Haitao pointed at Ming Dao angrily and shouted loudly.
"No, no! Mu Haitao, you got something wrong! Your Mu family is having a good relationship with the Ming family for generations!
What does this have to do with my Yin Sanjue?"
Hearing Mu Haitao's angry shout, Yin Sanjue shook his index finger and looked at him with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Yin Sanjue? I have never heard of your name. I don't know where our Mu family offended you!
Why do you pretend to be the head of the Ming family? Are you not afraid of the Ming family's revenge?
Our Mu family and the Ming family have been intimate for generations. I have sent a call for help now, and the Ming family will definitely come to help as soon as possible!
You still have time to escape now!"
After hearing Yin Sanjue's words, Mu Haitao calmed down instead. He took out a bamboo tube from somewhere and fired a blue light ball into the sky.
"Hahaha! Do you still want to wait for the Ming family to come to rescue? Don't dream anymore!
At this time, they must have arrived at the Netherworld Ghost Mansion!
Oh! No, they can't go there! Because they have long since been destroyed by us!"
Hearing Mu Haitao's words, the smile on Yin Sanjue's face seemed even more arrogant and gloomy.
What he said made the tribe members present even more creepy.
Looking at Ming family head Mingdao, Oh! No, it should be called Yin Sanjue at this time, with the arrogant expression on his face.
Mu Haitao's heart completely sank into the bottom of the valley. He knew that what the guy in front of him might be true.
Because he fired a helping bullet, the Ming family did not respond to it immediately.
"Tell me, what do you want to take away when you come to my Mu family?"
Knowing that today must not be good, Mu Haitao looked at Yin Sanjue and the young man behind him.
The young man in a cloak slowly took off his mask and threw it on the ground.
"This time we came to the Mu family, we wanted to take your lives! Well, and the Qingming Xuanling Staff on the stage!"
Yin Sanjue did not answer, but the young man with his mask removed looked at Mu Haitao and spoke.
"You...you are Zhang Yuanming! Come and ask for help from the Special Registration Bureau!"
After seeing the young man's face clearly, Mu Haitao's voice trembled a little and he said loudly to all the tribe members below the audience.
"I said your movements are too slow! I have solved all the ordinary people outside!"
At this moment, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came out from a closed door behind the yard.
Then the door was broken with a "bang". A man wearing a black cloak with a scar on his face and a girl holding a scroll in his hand walked in slowly.
Behind them were a few people with a slight face and stiff face, following slowly, and through the door, you could see that there were many people lying on the ground.
Blood was slowly flowing into the yard through the broken door.