Under the car window, a middle-aged man with a big back showed his face and looked at the ghost woman.

"Who are you?" The ghost woman looked at this person with a familiar face. She seemed to have seen him somewhere, but she couldn't remember him for a moment.

"Li Tiangang, the richest man in Zhonghai City."

The man took a sip of the cigar and said.

After saying this, the ghost woman finally remembered that she had indeed read this man on financial news. The richest man in Zhonghai City, Li Fuxiao's father, Li Tiangang!

Damn, then my own people, the ghost woman quickly got into the car without saying a word and brought the little fox and Li Fuxiao with her.

The car went away, and many people with red masks disappeared around, leaving no trace. No trace was left, and no matter how those ghosts looked for, they could no longer find the ghost woman.

The Skeleton Taoist was safely home, but it was Hong Wu’s crematorium. Fortunately, Hong Wu felt something was wrong, so he broke it back and took a look, so he saved the two of them.

"Why do those people kill you? Just because you are the Black Mirror Organization?" Hong Wu jumped out of the car and said.

Since Zhang Qing said that he pretended to be the Black Mirror Organization, no one has ever been enemies with the Black Mirror Organization, because this organization basically does not do evil. It is just such an organization. Killing the Ghost Woman Hong Wu understands, but why should he kill this skeleton man?

If it weren't for the sake of Baw Xing, Hong Wu might not have taken action. Baw Xing was a veteran of two dynasties in tattoo shops. Although he was stupid, Hong Wu would not have the heart to be filled with trouble. If he could, he would help.

"How did I know that they surrounded me when they had a disagreement and wanted to catch me back to the Demon Locking Tower." The Skeleton Taoist was helpless, as if he was lying down and was shot. He jumped out of the car as he said.

After getting off the car, the Skeleton Taoist looked at the crematorium and suddenly felt a strange feeling, but this feeling was very strange. He couldn't say it, as if... he was back home, very strange.

Damn, he wasn't born in a crematorium, right? Otherwise, why would he feel this way? But how could a normal person be born in a crematorium? There are only dead people in a crematorium?

No, he seems... not a normal person... right?

Looking at the skeleton body in the rearview mirror, the skeleton Taoist fell into deep thought.

"Get in and just go to the coffin to sleep. I don't care anymore. I have become countless suckers during this period. There are endless people coming to me, and you are not the only one." Hong Wu shook his head indifferently. It's funny that his crematorium seemed to have become a hotel.

The Skeleton Taoist priest walked in with the dull shorts Xing. As soon as he walked into the crematorium, the man was stunned, as if some kind of force was summoning him.

"Who?" The Skeleton Taoist shouted and looked around quickly, but except Hong Wu, there was no one in the crematorium. The rest were coffins, some were empty, and some were filled with fresh corpses.

"What are you doing? You're so nervous, are you stupid too?" Hong Wu scratched his head. Could it be contagious if stupidity is contagious?

The Skeleton Taoist shook his head and said nothing, the crematorium is indeed strange, but he couldn't tell what the blame was. There was a force summoning him. What's even more incredible is that the wound on his body was slowly recovering, and it was getting faster and faster.

The skeleton Taoist clenched his fist and felt full of strength. He felt pain as soon as he clenched his fist just now. He fought with the demons and monsters under the Yellow Springs. He was injured very much, and then he was thrown far away by the pangolin formation, and he was even more injured. Now he is slowly recovering. What's going on?

"You can do it yourself. I don't have money, I'm too lazy to serve you, so I'll go change my pants first." Hong Wu himself disliked himself. He had bet before, but he didn't expect that he would pull it. With the blood on his butt, half turned yellow and half turned red.

"Can I give me a cigarette?" The skeleton Taoist priest became addicted to smoking. Hong Wu had no cigarettes, but he had a pipe. After handing it to him, he started smoking.

At this time, Baw Xing looked at the skeleton Taoist priest, and suddenly his face changed, but soon became a fool again. He seemed to think of it, but he failed.

"Boss, do you have something to tell me?" the Skeleton Taoist asked hurriedly.

But Xiao Zixing still didn't respond and couldn't wake up.

The Skeleton Taoist looked up at the sky, swallowing clouds and fog, and said, "Can you be addicted to smoking? I want to have such a sip?"

Hong Wu didn't care about the two of them. After changing his pants, he wanted to apply medicine to his butt. He had been old hemorrhoids for many years, but he didn't expect to kick the fool Xiao Zixing, which was really unlucky. If it weren't for seeing that he was stupid now, Hong Wu wouldn't let him go.

But at this moment, Hong Wu suddenly discovered a strange problem, that is, his wound just now had healed. Not only did he not hurt, he also did not bleed, and he felt no problem.

"It's really strange. Is it the best way to treat hemorrhoids?" Hong Wu muttered, puzzled.

In the crematorium, each person and the skeleton were slowly changing, but they were completely unaware that the Nether Palace had a power, but instead wrapped around the crematorium. It seemed that something was about to wake up, and the evil spirit was emitted and floating into the sky.

At this time, two people stood in the distance, paying close attention to every move in the crematorium.

"I never thought that the King of Hell was actually divided into two parts. No wonder the King of Hell could not open the Nether Hall even if there was a seal of the King of Hell."

Guo Jia looked at the crematorium and suddenly became excited. Although Fei Chuqi was gone, his plan was getting closer and closer. As long as he opened the Nether Palace, his wish could be realized.

"They are still together. Is it fate? Or is it destined?"

The hunchbacked old woman frowned and said, "If it were fate in the dark, Guo Jia's plan might be...

"Haha, my life is up to me, but if I accept my fate, what's the point of life and ghost life?"

Guo Jia sneered, "Isn't the most interesting thing just fighting with the sky?"

"I hope my husband's wish will be fulfilled as soon as possible." The hunchbacked old woman sincerely wished.

Guo Jia pushed the fan away and sang: "Where has Tang Hao gone? The seal of the King of Hell is still with him. This kid, don't ruin my business."

The hunchbacked old woman was very calm, so she told Guo Jia not to worry. If this palace of the underworld cannot be opened and the King of Hell cannot come out, then the Ming Yuan will do whatever she wants. Tang Hao will come here one day and use the seal of the King of Hell to open the palace of the underworld.

"It's reasonable, and look at the sky." Guo Jia pointed to the evil aura emitted from the Underworld Palace just now, which had already spread to the sky.

Don’t underestimate this evil aura. With Mingyuan’s ability, you can quickly notice it. And don’t forget that the first thing Mingyuan wants to do is to kill the King of Hell!

He would come here and kill Hong Wu and the skeleton man. Tang Hao must come, otherwise everything will be over.
Chapter completed!