The two of them immediately opened their eyes and stood up. However, before they could move, they heard the strong wind blew, with shrillness and grief in the whistling sound.

"Why? Why don't you let us go? Why!"

It was an old and hoarse voice, with a hint of sharpness, which was very clear at this night. It was not a woman's voice, but like an old man, but...

Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and she looked outside and said, "Don't go out if it's okay." As she spoke, she came to the table and sat down.

When he heard this, Leng Shuang was slightly stunned, responded and came to her and guarded her.

Outside, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe stood in the air holding the dust in his hand, surging his powerful spiritual power, and a holy light that was slightly different from his spiritual power.

On the ground, an old woman and an old man stood with tears and unwillingness on their faces. What filled them was not the rich spiritual energy, but the gust of Y wind.

"Let you go? Hahahaha, joke!"

The middle-aged man standing in the air laughed: "Humans and ghosts have different paths. If I don't meet you, it's fine. But if I meet you, I will definitely accept you!"

As the sound fell, he waved the dust in his hand, and a breath of spiritual power attacked the bottom with a sharp airflow and holy light. In the air, a sharp sound was heard passing by. The old woman and the old man who were originally standing on the ground were also angry at this time.

"We are harmless in life, but we die with resentment. Even if we die, we have never harmed those passing people. But you, a person who speaks of righteousness, will not even let us go. We always want to accept us. Since that's the case, we will kill you even if we are scattered!"

The old man shouted in grief and anger. He seemed to be a monk before his death. He became a ghost after his death. His resentment spread and his angrily was extremely strong. As his roar came out, he floated up, and his fingers and claws of his hands became longer and grabbed the Taoist priest.

In the room, Leng Shuang couldn't help but open her eyes wide when she heard this, looked at Feng Jiu and asked in a low voice: "Master, is this family a ghost?"

Fengjiu tapped the table and whispered: "Not all."

"Isn't it all?" Leng Shuang was stunned and suddenly thought that it was normal for the master to only talk about that child, so she couldn't help asking: "Master means that only that child is human?"

"Yeah." She responded and said, "Before I entered the door, I saw that there was only one person's breath, which was the little boy's, and his parents and grandfather Nono, should have been dead, because I don't feel that there is a little popularity here besides us and that child."

"But how is this possible? How could a ghost take with him a child?" Leng Shuang only felt incredible. There are people in this world, including immortals, and naturally there are ghosts. It is precisely because of these three things that the three realms have been formed.

"I didn't see the other three ghosts, but Yangyang's mother should not be an evil ghost, and she really has no malicious intentions towards us. Even the food we ate tonight was something we could eat, not the sand that transformed from the ghost's eyes."

Hearing this, Leng Shuang remembered that when she served the dishes and R, the woman said it was wild vegetables and rabbit R. Obviously, she knew at that time that the master knew that she was not a human being.

"Master, then they are here..."

"It should be for the children."
Chapter completed!