Chapter three hundred and twentieth resurrection from the dead
"Little Yuzai? Am I familiar with you?"
Martin narrowed his eyes and his tone was cold.
The white hand stretched out from behind the female ghost twisted at an amazing angle, and the entire black-robed female ghost disappeared.
Standing where she was floating just now was a baby-faced boy who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a white Taoist robe and looked very harmless.
If he were harmless, Martin would rip off his own head and play it with a ball!
How can a female ghost who can use ghost mist be summoned at will be harmless to humans and animals?
"Are you a ghost cultivator?" Martin asked.
"Do I know you very well? Do I need to tell you this? You are just a useless little fish."
The young man looked smiling with no trace of humiliation at all, but the words he spoke were particularly poignant.
Martin was too lazy to pay attention to him. He lifted up his robe that was blown by the night wind, knelt down and continued to scatter a handful of paper money into the brazier.
I don't know if this paper money is mixed with something, but it makes a beeping sound when burned, and it feels very inferior.
"Hey, aren't you very familiar with her? You helped her hide her identity as a woman. Why are you not even willing to buy her some better paper money now? This smell of sulfur and cinnabar, if I were
Give this to my little devils and they will rebel."
The boy's voice was gloomy. He was still at the door just now, but in an instant he appeared behind Martin. His clean index finger with a little baby fat hooked on Martin's collar, turned over his collar, and smiled again.
Got up.
"Hey, let me ask you, is this what you call sisterly love? Look at you, she is dead and you still don't put mourning on her. She is dressed in all white, but she is wearing a red one underneath.
Zhongyi, do you really want her to turn into a ghost?"
Martin felt that this man was very noisy, his words were obviously very unpleasant, and he insisted on smiling in a fake manner. He was the most annoying person in Martin's mind.
He felt bored in his heart, but did not dare to act rashly, so he frowned and said: "Your Excellency is really talking nonsense, what do I have to do with you? Now that you have killed my brother Xue, what do you want to do here?"
The young man covered his mouth and gave a sweet smile, which was so eerie that it made goosebumps all over Martin's body.
The young man pretended to flick his sleeves, and the white clothes on his body suddenly turned blood red, even smelling of blood.
The gentle face that looked like an angel just now has now completely turned into a devil, with a distorted expression, blue and black skin, and even the fangs sticking out like a hungry wolf.
"Brother Xue is dead. He died miserably. I, a little devil, had a special hatred for her. He ran out to kill her without my instructions. It's true that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. If you are like me, you will definitely retaliate."
, those two damn girls of hers are as sharp-tongued as she is, and they deserve to die next to the toilet."
The young man smiled and touched his chin, but considering his current terrifying appearance, it didn't look good at all.
His face is ugly, and his words are even worse.
"As expected, it was you who killed my brother Xue."
Martin stood up all of a sudden. He threw all the paper money in his hand at the young man's face. Unfortunately, he was obviously very agile and he ducked away, just like a monk who could still use spiritual energy.
Same.
"Hey, you are angry because you can't say it. Little Yuzai, you are really not afraid of death. It's a pity that you have such an inferior soul. Even if you give it to me for free, I won't be happy to make me a little devil.
But your Brother Xue’s soul is really good. She is a monk that I couldn’t reach in the past. Her spiritual consciousness is so broad. I have rarely seen many female cultivators with such tenacity as her. I have been tossing her over and over for half a month, and she looks like
He is crazy, but he is not crazy on the inside. His body is suffocated to death, but his soul has not yet dispersed.
As soon as my compass opened, I noticed that her soul was here. If such a monk's soul was made into a little ghost by me, it would definitely greatly increase my strength. If you know better, get out of here, otherwise you will only be able to do this when you go to the underworld.
What a useless dead fish!"
This was said so confidently that it almost convinced Martin.
This really made Martin laugh. He stood up gracefully, took off his robe, and rolled his eyes hugely: "Did you hear that loud fart sound?"
The young man was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "What?"
"I said, did you hear a loud fart sound?" Martin looked impatient. He picked out his ears and even made a weird appearance of flicking earwax on the boy.
Only then did the young man realize that he had been scolded.
"What did you say? You despicable fish spirit, you actually said that I talked like farts?" The young man jumped angrily, almost wanting to come up and punch Martin.
"Ah ah ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean what you thought, you misunderstood!"
Martin's face looked very apologetic and sincere. The young man saw that he really didn't mean it, and his face suddenly became arrogant again: "Kneel down and beg me now. Call me grandpa. Maybe I will let you go."
Already."
"You just misunderstood. I didn't mean that you were farting when you spoke. You were actually farting when you spoke. I see that your butt is on your face and you are talking loudly, which smells like farts!"
Martin just kept quiet and became a blockbuster. He stunned the young man with every one of his tricks.
It seemed like someone laughed, but the boy didn't hear it clearly.
After he reacted, his face turned red with anger, and he yelled: "You want to die, or I will let you die! Who are you, and you dare to humiliate me? See if I don't beat you back to your original shape, and peel off your fish scales
I’ll make you into a grilled fish!”
What came next was the insulting words about my mother, which made me so angry that my whole body and mind flew out of the sky.
"If you want to show off your cruelty here, have you asked the master for his opinion?"
This voice is very pleasant to the ear, probably because she hasn't spoken for a long time, and is slightly hoarse.
It seems to be a woman.
female?!
The young man didn't care about Martin anymore. He quickly looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a young man wearing a plain shroud sitting on the edge of the coffin with disheveled hair.
She was there quietly and no one knew when, as if she was a real ghost.
Wait, this is not a boy...
The ghost cultivator boy knows this person. Isn't this the damn Shi Yingxue?
His little devil was sent out to kill Cao'er Ya'er, and he planted a heart-eating poison on the two bodies that was only effective for monks. This poison is colorless and odorless. As long as it is contaminated when there is no defense, it will cause death.
Invades the body along the skin.
The heart-eating Gu attacked very quickly, and Shi Yingxue fell into coma much faster than he thought.