Between the mountains and forests, the yin energy is shady, covering the sky, making it like a world covered by thick smoke.

Under the shock of the aura of the ghosts, the old ghost's ghost body trembled uncontrollably.

If the ghost could sweat, it would have already been sweating coldly now.

The old ghost didn't move, it was not because he was hard or his stubborn temper, but because he was already scared to death now.

The terrifying level of this large group of ghosts was so high that it was deeply shocked.

Before this, for a hundred years, he had never thought that there were so many terrible existences in the world.

The smiley face turned colder, and the smile became more and more weird.

How dare the wild ghost in front of him not listen to him?

"It's just a quest for death!"

The smiling ghost snorted coldly, and the aura burst out on his body, like a wolf smoke rising into the sky, and a huge pressure enveloped the old ghost, like a jack pressing on the old ghost's head. The old ghost could not bear it at all, and his feet were trapped in the soil.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the old ghost knelt in front of Zhang Shuo.

Zhang Shuo asked with expressionless face:

"Little old man, what are your grievances? Why did you turn into a ghost?"

As soon as Zhang Shuo's words came out, the ghosts immediately restrained their breath. The old ghost no longer under tremendous pressure, but it still dared not get up and said tremblingly:

"If you go back to the Tianshi, the youngest is from Runan. There is an 80-year-old mother and seven or eight children under her. My wife is ill in bed all year round. The youngest is a hard year and the landlord will be robbed of food. I beg the adults to be fair to the young and old children!"

Zhang Shuo's expression was frozen.

No, this style is a bit wrong.

Why did it suddenly become an ancient opening scene?

This old ghost is a little bit naughty.

However, Zhang Shuo was not in the mood to joke with him. Zhang Shuo signaled, walked out of the cow head and horse face, untied the iron chain on his body, and grinned at the old ghost.

"Little old man, I like the dishonest guys the most because I like to hear the sounds that torture them!"

The horse face also sneered. It swung out the iron chain directly, and the iron chain automatically entangled the old ghost, tied him tightly, and the bull head whipped up with a whip!

"ah!"

The old man screamed and twitched continuously. The ghost energy spread out, and cracks spread on the ghost body.

The horse face stepped on the old ghost with his big hooves. With a little force, the old ghost's eyes almost popped out!

"Big... Sir, it's not a pity for the death of a young man. I'm asking you to save my daughter!"

The old man's ghost body was broken, but the train was still running in his mouth.

Zhang Shuo frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang nodded slightly and said, "This may be the last scene before his death. Under our pressure, the old man has now entered a state of chaos and will repeat the scene of that year."

Zhang Shuo pondered for a moment and asked the ghosts to retreat.

From the old man's words just now, Zhang Shuo probably knew what the old man had happened to him.

Damn old society.

But I don’t know what the reason was that this old man, who was in a miserable situation, never forgets to smash someone with a brick.

Zhang Shuo had already seen that most of the yin energy on this old man was actually condensed in that brick. If it weren't for this, in a hundred years, in a place where countless corpses and resentment could not be eliminated, there would be evil ghosts.

But this old ghost is nothing but the level of a wild ghost.

Zhang Shuo said:

"Little old man, stand up and talk."

The old ghost hurriedly thanked.

Zhang Shuo said:

"Why do you always hold a brick and spend so much effort to delay your own cultivation than to condense this brick?"

The old ghost sighed, his eyes full of memories.

"My son was a long-term worker at the landlord's house. One day he said he wanted to join the warlord with the landlord, but there was no news afterwards. Later, someone sent a pile of ashes and said it was my son's. I realized that he had died long ago. I burned its ashes in a brick and did not throw them away until I died."

The ghosts were silent.

No wonder.

No wonder this old man used most of his yin energy to nourish this brick. It turned out that this was his son.

While the old man was unprepared, the starving ghost suddenly snatched the old man's brick from behind.

"Is it true? Old man, there are really ashes in this brick?"

The starving ghost held the brick in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became furious.

"Give me the bricks back!"

The old ghost roared, slapped the ground and roared angrily.

The starving ghost smiled and took a few steps back with a brick.

"You little old man, you are amazing. A wild ghost actually nourishes a dark weapon. It's amazing, amazing!"

The old ghost chased the starving ghost angrily, but the starving ghost seemed to be intentionally teasing the old ghost, just holding the brick and not letting go.

Two ghosts formed a circle around the bib, one in front and one behind.

However, the starving ghost has now become solid in its ghost energy and is almost approaching the evil ghost. The old ghost naturally cannot catch up with him. The old ghost is so angry that he screams.

Zhang Shuo frowned when he looked at the two black shadows chasing each other.

This starving ghost is a bit too uncontrollable.

Although the old man's underworld weapon is indeed rare, he dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, and this guy was crazy or wandering around.

Bixian said: "Master, do you want me to catch them back?"

Zhang Shuo shook his head slightly.

"Not to use it for now."

Zhang Shuo looked at Deng Yu. This guy was stunned and his eyes were lost. He had already been ruined by the scenes he saw.

I'm afraid I can't recover in a short period of time.

"you go."

The Bixian nodded, disappeared instantly, appeared again, and had already arrived behind Deng Yu.

A dull sound, the Bixian's hand knife slashed the back of Deng Yu's head, making him faint.

Bixian spread his palms and waved it, and the judge's pen condensed. Bixian grabbed it and shouted at Deng Yu:

"seal up!"

A word "seal" like an ink painting appeared on the tip of the judge's pen, rushing into Deng Yu's mind and sealing his memory tonight.

When he woke up, he wouldn't remember what happened tonight. However, the shadow left by this incident was enough for him to never dare to come to the cemetery again in the rest of his life, and he was even afraid of darkness.

From then on, there was a missing jungle anchor in the world.

In the wilderness, the starving ghost and the old ghost chased and fled. The old ghost was about to lose it several times, but the magical thing is that before the old ghost was about to be exhausted, a yin energy would emerge from his body, which would speed him up again.

In the end, the starving ghost was almost exhausted and paralyzed. He ran to Zhang Shuo, fell to the ground, and could no longer run.

The old ghost chased him and said angrily:

"Boy, you're dead today. I'll tell you to know how powerful the brick is!"

The old man reached out to grab the bricks from the starving ghost's hand, but the starving ghost stuffed it into his arms and refused to give it to the old ghost.

Seeing that the old ghost was so angry that it exploded, the starving ghost suddenly raised his head and said to the old ghost:

"father."

This sound almost made Zhang Shuo choke in a mouthful of saliva, and he coughed.
Chapter completed!