Chapter 130 Don't panic, it's just a bunch of ghosts
I asked knowingly not because Mr. Qi didn't hear clearly.
On the contrary, Master Qi asked again in disbelief just because he heard it so clearly.
Fortunately, he just praised these people for their courtesy, but the result was good. They had just finished offering incense to his ancestors, and then turned around and secretly wanted to dig up his ancestral hall... This is simply unreasonable!
Master Qi's blood surged so much that he didn't notice that the arm he was holding was too cold to be alive. Gritting his teeth, he asked again: "You want to dig up the ancestral graves of my Qi family?!"
Although the ancestral hall only houses spiritual tablets and does not bury corpses, the spiritual tablets are no less important than the corpses. In a sense, digging up someone else's ancestral hall is no different from digging up someone else's ancestral grave.
So Mr. Qi just grabbed Yinqiao's arm and questioned him instead of kicking her out. He was very restrained.
However, Yinqiao still didn't know it. After hearing the words, she actually answered obediently again.
He even pointed out the specific location thoughtfully.
And the position of her finger was exactly the incense table of the ancestors of the Qi family.
This is really digging up people’s ancestral graves!
Shen Qiqi held her forehead.
Seeing that Mr. Qi's pale face turned purple, with veins bulging on his forehead, and that he was going to ask someone to shovel them out at the next moment, Shen Qiqi decisively gave up explaining and persuading, and turned to look at Xie Beiming.
It's too soft, so the overlord has no choice but to take advantage of it.
"Do it!"
"good."
The word "good" was still trembling between his lips and teeth. Xie Beiming swept his sleeves, and a large wave of powerful spiritual power shot out from his sleeves, like an invisible big hand, sweeping the entire niche where the ancestors of the Qi family were placed. Hold it up and move it away, and protect it with a barrier.
Shen Qiqi immediately launched a spiritual bombardment on the green brick floor under the niche.
The two cooperated tacitly and proved with practical actions that digging the ground does not necessarily require the use of a shovel.
Here, Mr. Qi was trembling with anger from Yinqiao. Before he could crawl out of the angry whirlpool, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in his face. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the wind, and saw that his ancestor's spirit had been displaced. Not to mention the location, a huge deep pit appeared out of thin air on the ground where the niche was previously placed.
Master Qi:!!!
He actually dared to dig!
Mr. Qi stared at the dark pit, feeling a fishy sweetness in his throat, and his vision turned black. He thought he was angry, so he quickly sat down on the chair and pressed down forcefully. Control the anger in your heart and adjust your breathing slowly, for fear that you will be angered to death again.
He couldn't be angry to death.
He couldn't even pass out from anger.
He cried to his grandfather and begged his grandma to invite these thieves into the house. If he got angry, his wife and daughter would be skinned alive by these thieves!
That's right, in Mr. Qi's heart, Shen Qiqi, Xie Beiming, and Yin Qiao, these three people have been separated from the immortal book and have been labeled as thieves!
Mr. Qi, who was worried about his wife and daughter, told himself over and over in his heart not to be angry...but he really calmed down and quickly opened his eyes. However, when he saw it, his expression changed drastically!
what happened!
Why is there so much black mist floating in the ancestral hall!
Mr. Qi stared at the black mist floating in the air like black snakes and scurrying around the room. He was stunned. Before he could recover from the shock, a series of shrill screams suddenly sounded in his ears.
There were men and women, old and young, mixed together and the tune changed. I couldn't tell what the tone was. In short, the scalp of those who listened was numb and the hair on the hair stood on end!
What's even worse is that the voice is still right next to Mr. Qi's ears!
It was as if a large group of invisible men and women were tugging at his ears and shouting into him!
Moreover, the temperature around me also dropped suddenly, and it was as cold as if I was in Laohantan!
Mr. Qi's head and face, which had turned purple from anger, turned pale in an instant. He screamed "Ah" and hid behind Xie Beiming. His two fat hands tightly hugged one of Xie Beiming's arms.
"Immortal, Immortal, Immortal, Immortal! Help! Someone is shouting in my ear! There are so many people! What's going on! Where do these ghosts come from!"
Mr. Qi's courage was not much greater than the tip of a needle. After being so frightened, his courage was shattered. He stumbled over a few words and even bit his tongue and didn't even know it. Blood gushed out from the corners of his lips and smeared his cheeks, but he didn't care.
All he knew was to hug Xie Beiming's arm tightly and not let go, wishing he could press his whole body against Xie Beiming's body.
He seemed to have forgotten that just a moment ago he was calling people scoundrels, and secretly thinking about cutting into pieces the bodies of these scoundrels who dared to dig up his family's ancestral graves.
This was probably the first time that Xie Beiming had his arms held in his arms like this. The resistance and displeasure were clearly visible in his eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to throw Mr. Qi away with his sleeve.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shen Qiqi and Xie Beiming's raised arm and suddenly lowered it. After thinking about it, he still restrained himself from throwing out the lump of flesh on his arm.
Yin Qiao has taken the lead to take Bai Hu down to explore the way. At present, the only people in the room who can be hugged by Master Qi and call for help are him and Shen Qiqi.
Just imagining Shen Qiqi being held by Mr. Qi's arm, Xie Beiming felt that he was going crazy.
He had no choice but to take a breath slowly, endure the discomfort, and comfort Master Qi.
"Master Qi, there is no need to panic, they are just a bunch of ghosts."
Master Qi:???
Master Qi:!!!
They're just ghosts, a bunch of them!
Mr. Qi made a "hiccup" sound, and his narrowed eyes instantly turned into cross-eyes.
It was Mr. Qi's bad luck too. Before Xie Beiming could finish his words, a woman's hand suddenly reached out from the black mist!
The reason why I say it is a woman's hand is because it is fair and small, and the five fingers are painted with red nails... What kind of man would paint red nails!
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the hand bullies the weak and fears the strong.
There were obviously three people in the room, but it chose Master Qi, as if it knew that this big fat man was the weakest among the three.
Seeing that the nails that were curved like iron hooks were about to hit his throat, Mr. Qi was completely paralyzed with fear. His black eyes rolled up and he fainted.
Without even a "burp", such a big lump of flesh collapsed on the ground as if it had no bones.
Shen Qiqi sighed sympathetically, looked at Xie Beiming, and said amusedly: "Master Xie, did you do it on purpose just now?"
Although there are many ghosts detained in the ancestral hall, most of them are low-level souls.
This kind of thing is not very capable and timid. It would take a detour when meeting ordinary monks, let alone a high-level monk like Xie Beiming.
Besides, Mr. Xie still holds an evil-killing sword in his hand, which is specially designed to kill evil spirits.
Just now that Xie Sui was holding one of his arms, and his ghost hands dared to go around him to catch Mr. Qi. There is only one explanation: Mr. Xie not only hid his own aura, but also hid the aura of the Evil Killing Sword.
That's why that ghost hand dared to be so rampant.
I just don’t know how Mr. Qi offended him, Mr. Xie.