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Chapter 8: Where is the ghost?! (8)

"Do you need me to save you?" Qianye couldn't help but finish her sentence, and she felt a little regretful. To save a demon, she would definitely kill more ghosts. She didn't know if she sold herself to the owner of an incense shop as a slave. Would he... want it?

"No need." Wuji's thin voice fell like dewdrops, leaning against the thatched house, freeing up his still intact hand.

His cool eyebrows and unparalleled face may be said to be so enchanting as to be indistinguishable between male and female, but they contain the arrogance that only men can have, and the aura of looking down on the world, which cannot be learned by women.

The ghost zombies outside the barrier made disgusting sounds, and the cold and dirty smell made people feel sick.

Qianye looked at Wu Zhou again. She knew that demons have always been beautiful, but this was the first time she had seen such an extremely beautiful demon.

However, it is a pity that a beautiful demon is eye-catching, but beauty cannot be eaten.

Qianye took out the dagger, and for a moment, the dagger gurgled with evil energy, comparable to the sharp weapons of evil weapons in the world.

She still likes to use force to solve many problems, and with the help of spells, it is not difficult to escape on her own.

Her Taoism is not too profound, and raising a demon is relatively easy. However, raising a demon is more expensive than raising a demon, and if the demon is just for viewing, it is really not cost-effective.

One person and one demon seemed to be fighting on their own, but then...

A white lotus gradually condensed in Wu Zhou's palm, with bright thin lines and hollow petals, exquisite and small, hanging in the palm of his hand, slowly rotating, so beautiful that it seemed that it could only be described as ingenious.

The white lotus is in full bloom, so bright that people can't take their eyes away. It seems like it has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and it also seems to have absorbed the life of Wuri.

Lingran soared into the air, slowly landed on the ground, and suddenly seemed to be rooted in the ground, suddenly spreading outward.

The layers of petals are blooming brilliantly, but the color is monotonous, but it looks dazzling.

The lotus is like a living tide, spreading in all directions, washing away the dirt, and even the blood stains on the ground are eliminated.

Qianye took a few steps back, but did not feel the murderous aura. She quietly watched the petals pass by her feet layer by layer.

The barrier was shattered with a bang, and the evil spirit ghosts screamed and rushed forward. The evil aura billowed and the stench filled the sky.

The ferocious ghost and the graceful lotus, one is radical and turbulent, the other is elegant and indifferent...

Qianye watched helplessly as the white lotus spread, and wherever it went, the evil spirits and ghosts immediately disappeared, as if they were just harvesting ordinary weeds.

The sweeping power unfolded calmly, and she might have to fight hard to get the result, but with Wu Zhou's move, there was no suspense at all.

The clear wind blows, and the dark clouds covering the sky disperse at this time, revealing a few bright stars.

There was silence all around, as if it was just a momentary dazzle, and nearly a thousand ghosts and ghosts disappeared out of thin air without leaving any trace.

Qianye was stunned for a long time without coming back to her senses. No matter how much she was a heavenly master, she had to kill ghosts one by one, but without daylight, she had to kill them one by one?

How big of a difference is this?

She couldn't calculate it yet, but she felt that she had earned something today!!!

"Let's go." Wu Zhou said calmly, turning around with difficulty, without even looking at Qianye.

The dilapidated thatched house has only a square inch of floor space. There are only broken earthen jars and half a stone slab inside. It seems that it can only provide shelter from wind and rain. Strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as a home.

Qianye heard a rumble inside, hesitated for a moment, then looked around and saw it was calm, then raised his feet and followed.

As soon as he bent down and got into the thatched house, one person and one demon filled the small space.

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