Xiao Wuxin was grabbed by the Rakshasa ghost, and his face suddenly changed with fright.
"Namo Amitabha, brother, save me! The young monk is scared!"
"Female donor, what are you doing? Men and women are not intimate with each other. I ask you to respect yourself, little monk!"
The Rakshasa ghost finally caught the "life-saving charm", how could he let it go so easily?
I finally let go of my worries and muttered to myself.
Let me just say, it’s impossible for everyone in this family to be so powerful... I should have found the "flaw"!
The thing that didn't know whether it was life or death, while secretly feeling proud in its heart, slowly retreated towards the door while holding Xiao Wuxin in one hand.
"Kekeke, all of you adults are profound, I know I am no match for you."
"I have no choice but to make this decision. Please ask this young master to give me a ride."
"I promise, as long as I can get out of this courtyard, I will let this young master return safely!"
"Otherwise..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Rakshasa ghost suddenly felt something was wrong:
Why did everyone in the small courtyard look at him not with worry, but with half-smiles?
There is ridicule, there is sympathy, there is pity, and so on.
The most outrageous ones are Chang Baye and Chen Daji:
Not only did Chen Daji not look anxious at all, but he also had a mean smile on his face.
"Beauty, if you're looking for someone to give you a ride, choose the bald guy."
"Hehe, he's a professional at sending people to heaven!"
Chang Baye felt that he was too short lying on the ground and his view was blocked by the people in front of him, and he was worried that he would not be able to see the excitement.
Just put your big tail on the ground and stand upright supporting the person.
The wretched snake's face looked at the female ghost with an expression of "This fool is dead."
The two gangsters who originally wanted to rescue Wu Xin and take the opportunity to show off and earn some "impression points" gave up the idea of taking action when they saw this.
The ghost chef couldn't help but be curious and asked Chen Daji.
"Major General, I want to ask you something."
"Why is it that the young master of your house was kidnapped by evil spirits, but you adults don't seem worried..."
When someone interrupted him from "watching a show", Chen Daji replied angrily.
"What do you have us worried about?"
"Aren't you worried that the female ghost is too thin and our bald brother won't be able to eat enough?!"
"It's okay, I've already thought about it: if the bald brother doesn't have enough to eat, I'll let him fill his stomach with you two!"
The ghost chef Ding looked confused when he heard this, but his colleague Song Lian vaguely understood.
Our Major General's sharp intuition and "damn" desire to survive can make this old man so willing to call him brother. How can there be such a simple person!
Is this pink little monk in front of me... little Buddha "pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger"?!
The two ghosts were confused, and the Rakshasa ghost was even more confused.
Why are you all staring at me with this expression?
Did I say something wrong or am I not fierce enough to look like an evil spirit?
Or maybe you were in a hurry to transform and forgot to transform into clothes?!!!
In this uneasy and suspicious mood, the Rakshasa ghost felt that the whole courtyard was full of unknown dangers.
It was as if everyone was the "evil ghost" who came to seek life, and he was the "victim".
Seeing Xiao Wuxin, who was held hostage by the female ghost, looking pitifully at him with tears in his eyes, Hua Jiunan's heart trembled violently.
He was originally watching the fun, but suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake:
Wuxin is Wuxin, and Wumian is Wumian. We cannot treat "them two" as one person.
Wuxin is just a kind, simple, introverted and timid child who regards himself as his only relative and only spiritual support!
I should never think of him as a strong man who can "transform" at any time.
Wouldn’t this betray Wu Xin’s heartfelt trust?
Thinking of these, an unspeakable guilt instantly filled Hua Jiunan's heart.
He took a step forward and spoke softly to Xiao Wuxin.
"Wuxin is good, don't be afraid, brother is here."
Then he stared at the Rakshasa demon with a frosty face, not hiding the murderous intention in his heart.
"We won't stop you if you want to leave, but don't scare Wu Xin."
"Otherwise, even if you escape to the Yin and Yang Realm, I swear to make your soul fly away!"
Xiao Wuxin had always trusted Hua Jiunan unconditionally, and she nodded repeatedly while holding back the tears in her eyes.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Brother, please persuade this female donor to let her go quickly."
"The female donor really... smells too bad. If I don't stay with her for too long, the young monk is afraid that I, the Buddha, won't like her."
The unintentional heart is pure and kind, like a clear spring.
When he said this about female ghosts, he wasn't just cursing her in a roundabout way.
The "stinky" in Wu Xin's mouth refers to the "evil" coming from the depths of the soul of the evil Shura ghost.
This kind of "evil" is completely opposite to the good preached by Buddhism, so Wuxin feels very uncomfortable.