At night, the mourning hall was gloomy and everyone in the Murong family went to bed. Ding Ning came to the mourning hall alone and looked at Murong Tu in the coffin.

Murong Tu's face turned pale and she was very ugly in death.

His eyes were even slightly open, with a small gap, which was a sign of dying without any worries.

Ding Ning approached the coffin slightly and said to Murong Tu in the coffin: "Brother Murong, I will take care of Yan'er in the future. Don't worry, go."

In the dark, Murong Tu's inquiry seemed to sound in Ding Ning's mind.

He was asking Ding Ning if he could take care of Murong Yan for the rest of his life?

Ding Ning felt awe-inspiring in his heart. An Xiaoyue was his disciple and the Ghost King. He naturally knew the existence of ghosts. However, even if Murong Tuxin died, he should not have such power even if he became a ghost!

Ding Ning was not afraid, but said in a deep voice: "It will definitely happen. With me here, no one can hurt her."

A strong wind blew in the night sky, smoke and dust were everywhere in the mourning hall, candlelight flashed and dark, paper money was flying, Ding Ning blocked the wind with his hands. After the strong wind, he saw that Murong Tu's eyes had closed in the coffin, his expression was peaceful and peaceful, as if he was asleep.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and turned back to the room.

Indoor, Murong Yan was sweating heavily, as if she was dreaming, and she was still saying things like dad and dad not to leave.

Ding Ning held her little hand, and the energy of heaven and earth was slightly released, and he said silently in his heart: "Brother Murong, this is the last time you look at your daughter. She is still a child, and humans and ghosts have different paths. If you come to pester her again, I will not agree!"

The lights inside were originally dark, and after Ding Ning said these words in his heart, the lights gradually became brighter, and Murong Yan, who was sleeping, also calmed down.

Ding Ning also felt that the others in the Murong family had nightmares that night. When they woke up the next morning, they were all listless and their eyes were black. They all said that they dreamed of Murong Tu last night, saying that Murong Tu threatened them and that if they dared to do anything to Murong Yan, he would never let them go.

Ding Ning knew that this father was using his last power to help his daughter.

****

The funeral convoy was blowing a sad trumpet, and Ula's voice was like crying, making people feel sad when they listened.

A Lamborghini was extremely eye-catching in the team. It was sent by Ding Ning notified the Yangzhou Car Store yesterday and only arrived last night.

He drove the car behind the hearse and looked at the little girl wearing mourning clothes.

A gentleman in Yin and Yang burned the road. It was a pass to guide the dead people to the underworld. I saw this man in his forties muttering words.

The main thing is to think of who Murongtu is, his age, his birth date and horoscope, when he died, and he carried some incense, candles, paper money and other things to report to the underworld. All the ghosts and monsters were avoided.

Ding Ning sneered. This person had no cultivation at all. The words he recited were not blessed by divine thoughts. How could the ghosts hear it? This was a trick to fool people.

But Ding Ning would not expose it. Everyone did this, and he didn't have to make the point.

There were not many people in the crematorium today, and they were soon ranked.

Ding Ning held Murong Yan's little hand. Standing among the crowd, he looked at Murong Tu at the last time.

As the car pushing Murong Tu's body was sent to the corpse refining furnace, there was a burst of crying sound around him.

The Murong family members were either sincere or pretended to cry, punching their feet and chests, crying and robbing the sky and the earth, saying that they would never see anything again.

Ding Ning turned a blind eye to everything around him. His attention was on Murong Yan.

The little girl collapsed on the ground in sad pain, her little body trembling, and as she cried, Ding Ning felt that the evil surrounding her became heavier and heavier.

The crematorium is a place with extremely rich yin energy. Countless people refined it into ashes here and then rested here. It would be strange if the yin energy was not heavy.

In addition, today is also cloudy, and it seems to be a sad day. The thick smoke and fire rolling in the corpse refining furnace cannot bring any warmth to the surroundings.

Ding Ning gradually became a little scared. This yin evil is a bit abnormal!

Although the people in the hall were crying, they were trembling. It was December now, and even the Binhai place was getting colder. People didn't wear much, and they seemed to be unable to withstand it.

But Murong Yan seemed to be conscious of nothing in a thick yin evil, and was still crying sadly, and those yin evil had no effect on her.

Ding Ning quietly used his spiritual sense to investigate Murong Yan's body. He was very sure that Murong Yan really did not have the potential to practice, but why was a little girl not afraid of Yinsha?

The dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, and it is rare to rain this season, and the weather is so depressing that it makes people breathless.

Murong Yan cried and suddenly twitched, and she fell down on her back!

Ding Ning quickly held her hands and eyes quickly. As soon as she started, she felt that her body was as cold as ice!

Her situation is obviously different from An Xiaoyue, why is it so cold?

And beside him, the Murong family members retreated in panic. Murong Lan's nose was injured, and now she was wrapped in gauze and said in a muffled voice: "It's broken! This girl is sick again. The old Taoist said, whoever is next to her will be unlucky, let's stay away."

Ding Ning looked back and saw that everyone in the Murong family retreated, and no one was willing to approach Murong Yan.

Ding Ning had no time to pay attention to these people, so he hurriedly found the medicine he had refined for Murong Yan, poured out one and took it for her to take it.

The medicinal power of Zhiyang Pill entered Murong Yan's abdomen like a fireball.

Unfortunately, the result was much beyond Ding Ning's expectations. The pill quickly lost its heat in the strong Yin evil spirit and did not play much role.

"This is impossible!"

Ding Ning widened his eyes. I won’t say how hard it is to refine Zhiyang Pill himself. The effect of this medicine is completely prescribed to the right medicine. It will definitely improve Murong Yan’s condition on weekdays. Why is the elixir completely useless when she gets sick today?

It seemed a little unwilling to accept it, so Ding Ning wanted to take out another pill.

At this time, a sinister sound suddenly sounded in Ding Ning's ears.

"Young man, medicine will not kill her. This child should be destined to be dead. The power of medicine is ineffective. Even if you take out the elixir, you will not be able to keep her until she is eighteen years old."

As soon as Ding Ning looked up, he saw an old woman with white hair standing in front of him. Even though Ding Ning was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the old woman's face.

Is this still a human face?

The whole face was full of scars. The pits were filled with bumps, and the eyelids were about to block the eyeballs. The small triangular eyes were filled with the light of the test, and a strong sense of death was floating around her, making Ding Ning feel a little danger.

"Who are you?" Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. If this person had the intention of being unfavorable to Murong Yan, he would kill him on the spot.

"I'm just an old lady who cleans the Anxi Hall here. Young man, don't waste your energy. Old lady, I'm the most sensitive to dead people. This girl's body is naturally filled with evil evil, and God will not let her live. She is already very close to the dead."

"God? If God can make the decision on everything, what else can people work hard for?" Ding Ning answered coldly.

"Oh, I don't know how high the world is! Unfortunately, it's all in vain, it's all in vain."

The old woman shook her body tremblingly and walked towards the distant Anxue Hall step by step. Ding Ning looked at the old woman's back in confusion. This person obviously had no cultivation. Why did she feel dangerous?

However, Ding Ning had to admit that the old woman was right, that is, the accumulation of Yin evil in Murong Yan's body, which is not a disease, but a natural birth.

There is really such a thing in the world. God doesn’t let anyone live, and anyone can’t live. The birth of the Nine Yin veins is different from the accumulation of Yin evil.

The Nine Yin Jue Zhi even has traces to follow, but why does the natural accumulation of Yin evil happen?

Ding Ning did not continue to stay in the farewell hall, but picked up Murong Yan and walked towards the car outside. The evil in the crematorium was too strong, which was very bad for Murong Yan's situation.

I just left the house and was covered with dark clouds above my head. It was as dark as at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Ding Ning was about to step down the stairs when suddenly a man in a black suit and bearded face stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Ding Ning could see at a glance that this person was a monk!

And he is a cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage God Refining!

There was a strong evil spirit on her body, and this big bearded man was not much different from a ghost in Ding Ning's eyes. He stared at Ding Ning with his eyes tightly and said to him: "This woman is the reincarnation of a demon. Keeping it will definitely be a disaster for the world. At this time, her body is full of evil and is on the verge of death. If you put it down, I can open the ghost gate and let her be reincarnated."

Ding Ning's eyes flashed with a sharp look: "Dream."

"I don't know what's wrong! She should have died a long time ago. She gets sick once a year. If she survives and dies next time, she will bring greater disaster to the world. If you don't listen to me and insist on mutualism, then there will be a disaster tonight!"

Ding Ning slanted his eyes: "What's the disaster?"

"The dark clouds cover the sky, and the country is restless. The huge evil spirits in her body will surely attract evil spirits from all directions, and all the ghosts and monsters will come. At that time, let alone she will find it difficult to protect them, even those around her will definitely suffer."

As he said that, the bearded man stepped forward, "How did she come over the years? You should know something."

Ding Ning was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know how Murong Yan had been sick all these years, but he only knew that Murong Tu took her around the world.

However, since he decided to take care of Murong Yan, it was impossible for him to retreat after hearing the bearded man's words. He sneered: "The four little ghosts of ghosts, in my eyes, can only be held together. I want to see if she can hold on until tomorrow."

After saying that, Ding Ning took Murong Yan out.

The bearded man said coldly behind him: "You will regret it, and tonight, you will regret it!"
Chapter completed!