Chapter 128

The sky finally turned dark.

In the hall of the old Zhao family's back house, a round table was set, covered with a red cloth, with bowls, chopsticks, and wine cups arranged in order, with eight cold and eight hot dishes in the middle.

Hot dishes and wine will get cold if left for too long, but that will have to wait until the guests arrive before they are taken down to be reheated.

The old ancestor of the old Zhao family, Zhao Juanhua, sat in the accompanying seat, head half-lowered, face gloomy.

It's not that there are no old ladies of the same age in the village, but each one is bent and hunched, looking unlike anything. However, the wrinkles on her face don't even seem very deep.

It's just that when a person reaches a certain age, no matter how well they maintain themselves on weekdays, they will still present the state of that age. If they force a violation, it will appear incongruous.

Zhao Juanhua's face is excessively white, her cheekbones protrude, her jaw tilts forward, and her lips and nose are thick and high, making the overall combination look neither fish nor fowl.

At the same time, a roar also came from the backyard of the old Zhao family.

In a, a look at '

Zhao Yi looked at Tan Wenbin and asked: "Aren't you going?"

Taking a deep breath, the cigarette ring burned brightly inward, and then slowly exhaled from the tip of the nose.

This hostage must be carried with him.

Accumulating merit is not just an allusion to walking the river.

Zhao Yi sighed helplessly. Sigh, you are perfunctory to me again.

Binbin: "It's okay, very flashy."

Since Uncle Tian is to be a knife, let him be a knife on one side.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Go."

Li Zhuiyuan took out a break-baleful talisman and threw it away casually.

"Your Excellency, also good at casting curses?"

By the way, these two can also follow him to accumulate merit and be reincarnated.

A muffled sound came out.

It doesn't matter if it shortens life or not; the main thing is that he can borrow the power of ghosts again, so that in the future, he won't have to stay in the back every time he fights.

"Classmate, please save me, please speak for me. I have always been controlled and suppressed by my great-grandmother. I hate this family. I can't breathe in this family at all. I originally thought that if I went to university in another place, I could get rid of this place and make a cut with my original family.

With a radish in one hand and a big stick in the other, the Master Master Tongzi also learned to toast.

When God wants you to overturn, not only will He not leave you a chance, but He will help you step on the accelerator fiercely.

But you, how can you be so unreasonable and inhumane? Not entering the door, not sitting at the banquet, controlling the formation first, catching turtles in a jar, this is clearly, there is nothing to talk about, swearing to cut off the old Zhao family! Earlier, Zhao Juanhua moved several times, and she was already sweating at this moment, but her sweat was different from ordinary people; it was black and sticky with a fishy smell.

"Pfft..."

Operating the jianghu,

On the eaves, Zhao Yi opened his mouth: "Even if they are separated, they cannot be reincarnated. If you don't care, they will be lonely ghosts wandering outside. If you care... unless you accumulate merit and eliminate karma, you can get a chance to be reincarnated. In the next life... you can be born into a good family."

Zhao Mengyao pointed at the great-grandmother who had been burned to ashes: "She killed her, wuwuwuwu, she was my good friend who I played with since I was a child, wuwuwuwu..."

Behind, the Bai He Master Master Tongzi stood up again, and wisps of white vapor sprayed from His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The old Zhao family has reached this step. Relying on the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers is no longer feasible. Her "parents' orders" also cannot be stained with any blessing.

The woman was like a madman, constantly launching attacks on Uncle Tian, and no matter how Uncle Tian dodged and slashed, the woman was fearless, didn't feel pain at all, and only thought about blocking Uncle Tian.

On one side, Uncle Tian is facing Zhao Xilu.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Runsheng, Yin Meng, and Lin Shu You. Runsheng and Yin Meng immediately turned around and also climbed over the wall to enter.

"Great-Grandmother?"

Uncle Tian, your brain doesn't seem to work very well. How can I get a high score in this youth's eyes?

Zhao Yi sighed helplessly. Uncle Tian is deliberately using himself as bait to attract the other party's attention, creating an opportunity for his own sneak attack.

Even better than himself.

Tan Wenbin took a clear-heart talisman from his pocket and stuck it on Zhao Mengyao's forehead.

Zhao Xilu let out a scream, his neck bitten to death by the woman.

And Great-Grandmother herself was kicked and beaten back and forth by a strong man and a young man with a tall figure and a strange aura.

Zhao Yi shook his head and said: "At first it was for probing, now, it is because I want to know the answer."

Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhuiyuan and continued to maintain a smile: "Fortunately, I didn't disgrace the mission."

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and looked at Zhao Yi.

"Jinx, what exactly did you bring to the family!"

Only by throwing the fishing rod far away and relying on the creation of opportunity can one fish one back from outside.

"Take your life!"

Zhao Xilu: "Seems to be the ancestral hall."

Zhao Yi also finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to his side: "It can finally be solved."

Zhao Xilu: "Uncle Tian, where is Young Master Yi?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded calmly. It was the Zhao family's formation after all. If the other party could have problems even after changing two nodes, then he could really find a sweet potato to choke himself to death.

Taking another look at the position where Zhao Yi sat cross-legged, the upper ends of the eighteen wooden sticks all revealed crystal-like ghost fire, and he himself was flipping his hands constantly, faster than a residual image.

"Ouch..."

He didn't go all out when he acted earlier, but he wasn't prepared to hold back either. Even so, he actually let the other party dodge the fatal wound. Even after following up with two more knives, he still couldn't make the other party fall.

The woman's bloody hands were placed on her own shoulders, patting constantly.

She was a rotten corpse, but she had forcibly lingered until now.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the woman's side, formed a seal with both hands, and placed them on the woman's shoulders. When he took his hands back, his palms were vaguely black, and he seemed to be able to hear the "cackle" laughter of two infants alternating.

Through the crack of his Gate of Life and Death, he seemed to hear a demon chewing on a soul, savoring the taste.

Before Zhao Mengyao filled out her application, Zhao Juanhua fasted for three days and divined a hexagram.

Uncle Tian responded, swung his arms, and the daggers appeared in his palms again, jumping into the front courtyard wall.

Actually, this great-grandson is the most like himself.

Her son has been out of contact for another day so far. That person should really be gone.

Li Zhuiyuan stood still. He didn't pick it up, nor did he order others to help him pick it up.

At first, he was probing the other party's identity and family background; now, he was confirming whether he still wanted to walk this river.

This side just ended, and that side should also be coming to an end.

Yin Meng in the distance couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Could it be that even if she wanted to kneel, she couldn't find anyone to kowtow to?

Zhao Juanhua was almost crying with joy, so she set the application for Jin Ling University for her great-granddaughter.

Zhao Mengyao immediately said: "It was arranged by my great-grandmother. She let an orphan raised by her side take the exam for me."

Zhao Yi's flesh crack on his brow was wriggling exaggeratedly at this moment. No, this is called tearing! He looked at the youth in front of him as if he saw a ghost!

Swing hard!

Zhao Xilu already had three terrifying wounds on his body.

"Spare my life... spare my life... spare my life... let me do anything, let me curse anyone!"

Uncle Tian's momentum also changed, and he pushed forward.

"Hmm?" Zhao Yi heard this, revealed the flesh strip on his brow, and after wriggling twice, exclaimed, "How did he do it? The two infant grudges actually landed on that woman!"

Tan Wenbin asked: "What about the person who helped you take the exam?"

Who knew the woman actually turned around, abandoned Uncle Tian, and turned to pounce on Zhao Xilu, who was kneeling there digging the ancestral hall.

He, is showing favor to himself.

The Uncle Tian below probably also sensed it, knowing that he had lost face, so he didn't hide it anymore. His arms were bulging with veins, and his two daggers slanted downward, cutting his own wrists. The daggers were stained with blood, and they were connected by a blood chain in the middle.

"Plump!"

The woman indeed didn't attack. She stood in front of Li Zhuiyuan, emitting meaningless syllables from her throat, as if begging.

"Go back and deal with the reconciliation, endure it first."

Call you innocent, call you aggrieved! "Ah ah ah!!!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I see it."

Although he still had a youth's figure, he insisted on the basic skills of breathing, and his foundation was exceptionally solid. Previously, it was because Runsheng was there, so he just put his hand on it, saving trouble.

Tan Wenbin walked in front of Zhao Mengyao.

The two groups of infant baleful energy on the woman's shoulders were deterred by the blood-stained dagger, emitting terrified screams, and the woman could only retreat continuously.

Tan Wenbin was also someone who had seen the world by Brother Yuan's side. Seeing Zhao Yi's operation, he couldn't help but sigh: "Holy crap, hostage brother has some stuff!"

Li Zhuiyuan just gave a light touch in the woman's memory. He didn't need to change her memory, he just needed to wipe the "mist" off the memory of how Zhao Xilu forced her to eat her own dead infants, and she woke up.

It seems that the formation level in this team is just like that.

That woman ran out of the archway and came to the courtyard in front of the hall.

The two infant grudges on the woman's body were also constantly screaming excitedly, injecting mental torture into the depths of this man's heart.

The next moment, Zhao Yi laughed out loud himself.

Yin Meng pulled out a leather whip, Lin Shu You hurried to Li Zhuiyuan, and then only felt a darkness in front of him, and Runsheng stood in front of him.

But just as he saw the fields outside the wall, the vision changed again. The wall seemed to rise from the ground, blocking him inside again.

Zhao Xilu also knew this clearly. He knew very well that as long as he didn't die for a day, he would never have offspring for a day.

"Heh..."

Unfortunately, this old Zhao family was sucked too hard by himself.

The woman who gave birth to two children for the great-grandson, both died early. This is God, collecting debts from himself.

Zhao Xilu also looked over.

Although he was pretending to be indifferent, he was still young, although he already looked excessively mature.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the woman and said: "Do you want your two children to be separated from you, and let them be reincarnated?"

And, it revealed a chilling evil! Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't let him die so fast, let him enjoy it slowly, let your two children stimulate his spirit, control the intensity, hang his breath, let him be conscious, and clearly feel the pain."

Zhao Yi said: "The ancestral hall has been destroyed by me, and the entire backyard has been blocked by me. You can go in and fish."

"Mengyao, come here."

She hasn't lived enough yet, so she has to press him.

After Tan Wenbin carried Zhao Yi on his back, climbing the wall was already not easy, and jumping to the roof on the opposite side was a bit beyond his ability.

The woman is also a cursed object. She hasn't died yet, because she hasn't killed Zhao Xilu. She has tortured Zhao Xilu for a long time, and now, she hasn't let him breathe his last.

Uncle Tian was stunned.

The two lamps on the woman's shoulders hold her two children.

At this moment, Zhao Xilu is suffering from both physical and mental torment.

The other party clearly hid his identity, but the more he hid it, the more worth it was to probe and dig it out.

Zhao Juanhua fell to the ground, let go of Zhao Mengyao. Zhao Mengyao rolled several times on the ground, her elbows were worn and bleeding, and at this time she was hugging her broken skin and crying "ying ying".

Transform into a dragon.

Li Zhuiyuan silently pressed his finger against his brow.

When his mother breathed her last, the childhood Zhao Xilu even asked: Can the longevity technique of Great-Grandmother be taught to him?

Beside, Zhao Mengyao was still screaming, just as accompaniment.

Lin Shu You retreated two steps silently, learning from Tan Wenbin's previous imitation of him, scratching his head.

Li Zhuiyuan also opened his eyes again at this moment, his gaze returning to calm.

The Shi Zhuozhao is a branch of the Jiujiang Zhao, and the formation in his family also originates from the main family, so he can be familiar with and easily manipulate it, and even play with it more skillfully and easily than the people in the Shi Zhuozhao family.

Tan Wenbin raised his hand to signal: "Sorry, disturbed everyone."

Clearly, one person in his family had already been lost, and it was his own biological son. Not only did she not care, but she also set up wine in the hall in advance to prepare to apologize properly.

"You go and see!"

No way, this configuration of wiping out the family is a bit too luxurious.

Tan Wenbin put down the Yellow River shovel and turned to carry him on his back.

The woman wants to die. She wants revenge, and she also wants to get relief, but she doesn't want her two children to disappear with her, because this disappearance... means soul flying and scattering, not even a chance to be reincarnated.

Zhao Yi saw this and thought the other party was teasing him, but it wasn't until the other party closed his eyes that he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Because of the effect of the clear-heart talisman, she couldn't even faint from pain.

But the problem is, the bungalow of the Shi Zhuozhao family is built higher.

The situation of this great-grandmother is not as good as his own.

After the third time, the wooden stake ignited spontaneously, and sparks splashed.

Tan Wenbin trotted forward and helped Zhao Yi up. Zhao Yi smiled: "Zhao, I have shown off my clumsy skills."

Seeing Great-Grandmother restore her kindness to her again, Zhao Mengyao felt aggrieved in her heart and took the initiative to walk up.

The one under the peach tree forest was covered with human faces, but here, it was only enough for a moment of aftertaste.

The hexagram says:

Zhao Juanhua was beaten into a huge black tumor, but she was still alive, with one breath left.

She is Zhao Xilu's cursed object, and her two children are her cursed objects, which means that when Zhao Xilu dies, he will take her and her two children away together.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Chew slowly, death by a thousand cuts."

On the other side, it was Runsheng, Yin Meng, and Lin Shu You surrounding Zhao Juanhua and Zhao Mengyao.

Yin Meng couldn't help but ask: "Was your university really taken by yourself?"

Tan Wenbin inserted a wooden stake into the ground, then took the Yellow River shovel and patted it three times.

Zhao Xilu turned back and ran. He knelt in front of the family ancestral hall and used his hands to rake the rubble on top. There were many cursed objects hidden in the ancestral hall, and now they were all buried underneath. If he could dig them out, there would still be some chance.

Zhuangzhuang now feels that his body is full of power. No matter how powerful the evil object is, he can go up and touch it! "Move aside, it's okay."

Because Uncle Tian's dagger still couldn't pierce Zhao Xilu's neck, a disheveled woman appeared and blocked in front of Zhao Xilu, opened her mouth, and bit the dagger.

Li Zhuiyuan stopped and looked back slightly.

Zhao Xilu had just shouted, and Uncle Tian in front of him disappeared.

Zhao Mengyao screamed: "No, no, you can't do this. I am a good friend of Yunyun. If Yunyun knows I am dead, she will be sad. If Yunyun knows I was killed by you, she will never ignore you in her life! Do you like Yunyun?

Uncle Tian raised his head and looked at the roof.

His means could actually attract the other party's dirty mouth praise, and the other party was also the most proficient in formations in his team.

Zhao Xilu ran out immediately.

She was tortured crazy, escaping. When she started to face reality, she naturally knew what to do.

The talisman paper "popped" and ignited, burning Zhao Juanhua's corpse together. This scene was like throwing a small firecracker into a biogas tank.

"Raising ghosts will shorten your life."

Uncle Tian was also a bit surprised: "I didn't expect the little doll of the branch family to have such hidden skills."

"Young Master, Young Master, I will pick you down." Uncle Tian raised his arms, his hands hanging down, preparing to pick his young master down from the roof.

But I didn't expect that my great-grandmother still caught me back. Now she is dead, very good, died well, thank you for coming to save me, you help me tell them, I am innocent, I was forced, I am a good friend of Yunyun, in the same dormitory as Yunyun, I am her best girlfriend!"

Take another hard puff of smoke, throw the cigarette butt on the ground, and step on it hard with the sole of his shoe.

Zhao Xilu heard the familiar aura coming from behind. He didn't even turn his head. While continuing to dig the rubble with his bloody hands, he said impatiently: "Go and stop him, stop him even if you die, I will dig out... ah ah ah!!!!!"

Every time Uncle Tian wanted to break away from her to attack Zhao Xilu, two cries of infants would come from the woman, and Uncle Tian's head would become dizzy and his center of gravity would become unstable. Under the circumstances of the other side growing and his side waning, he was really circled by this woman.

Runsheng hurried forward to pick him up, but the Bai He Master Master Tongzi was faster, raising His right hand high.

The woman knelt down. She was not kneeling to thank, because she had lost most of her human abilities in the long torment.

The woman immediately let out a sharp shriek, her strength increased, and her body bumped forward.

Even until now, he didn't know what had happened, why things had become like this. Clearly under his control, the woman who was obedient to him, why did she rebel at this time?

"Bang!"

"Hey, okay."

The old woman revealed shock in her eyes. Who is it,

"Ah, hahaha." Tan Wenbin learned from Lin Shu You's appearance and scratched his head, "I did greet them."

However, accompanied by Uncle Tian's scream: "Be careful, she is coming out!"

It seems she shouldn't stay in the human world for activities, but should be placed in a temple for worship.

Zhao Yi: "It's better to be safe. Although the ancestral hall of this family has been destroyed by me, there should still be cursed objects in the hands of this family."

Li Zhuiyuan said bluntly: "You probe and probe, aren't you annoyed?"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't answer him, but looked at Tan Wenbin: "You want to do it yourself?"

At the moment, it depends on what kind of waves they can make in this process of destruction, adding some entertainment.

This Zhao family young master should have made psychological construction. The gaze looking at himself again no longer had the previous cowardice and fear.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mother-son heart curse, he let the woman eat the two dead infants just born."

Therefore, she had no thoughts about Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shu You, but when she saw Tan Wenbin appear, she seemed to see a savior.

Zhao Yi: "Uncle Tian."

Because she was abused by Auntie Liu, Mengmeng knows how to abuse people.

Li Zhuiyuan climbed onto the wall first, then jumped to the opposite roof along the wall, and finally walked to the eaves of the roof, overlooking the overall situation below.

He really didn't care about Great-Grandmother. If it weren't for that old immortal hiding and not passing on the real family secret skills, especially the life-borrowing method, to himself, he would have thought of a way to get rid of that old thing long ago.

He was just trying to control the woman in the way of Wei Zhengdao's black leather book.

Zhao Xilu, who had been cut by a thousand cuts, stopped breathing

The rest of the people present all look at Zhao Mengyao with some confusion. Admittedly, it is normal for a person to burst forth with a powerful will to survive at a life-or-death moment, but one really hasn't heard of someone bursting forth with such intense stupidity at a life-or-death moment.

Zhao Juanhua also cries.

Perhaps because wanting to be a normal person has always been a luxury for Li Zhuiyuan, he doesn't understand why people like the previous Yu Xuzi and this old woman would go to such lengths to turn themselves into something neither human nor ghost for the sake of so-called "longevity."

Tan Wenbin is amused, and the shovel in his hand is raised completely.

"How could I be so embarrassed..." Tan Wenbin rubs his hands together, feigning coyness.

Zhao Juanhua silently looks at the pair of great-grandchildren standing at her side.

Then she swings the Yellow River shovel and slams it down onto Zhao Mengyao's head!

Since the inception of this faction, which Official General Head has ever been able to follow a Long Wang to walk the rivers?

He can threaten its status and even change the landscape of the Yin God under the Official General Head system, but at the same time, He seems to have realized that if this spirit medium can follow Him, the speed of accumulating merit will be extremely fast.

Zhao Yi hurriedly introduces: "This is a living cursed object, a cursed object refined using a living person as a carrier. The success rate is extremely low, and it is very easy to suffer a backlash."

However, this is a hardship for Lin Shu.

It is very obvious that they didn't plan to split people off to provide support here; of course, looking at it now, there is indeed no need for support.

Tan Wenbin stands up and gasps: "Yo, it's suddenly so cold..." Instead of killing her greatest enemy, she runs over to plead with the young man.

Black mist also rises from the woman's body, and her singing grows weaker and weaker, finally freezing there, motionless, still maintaining the posture of holding the two children.

Every time he goes out with Brother Xiaoyuan, he brings cigarettes; when he needs to communicate, get close to people, or gather information, he has to pull one out.

Listen to that, at such a young age, he is already thinking about living to a hundred.

Zhao Yi immediately fixes his gaze on that young man.

Zhao Yi, sitting there, hears this sentence, and a reserved smile appears at the corners of his mouth.

Tan Wenbin smiles and says: "Don't be afraid, haven't they both already been folded? It's useless for me to keep so many, anyway, they can be replenished."

The woman nods excitedly.

Li Zhuiyuan turns his hands over and presses them onto Tan Wenbin's shoulders.

Zhao Xilu, who had already grown weak, only feels a shrill scream coming from beside his ear, and his murky eyes become clear once again.

In an instant, Zhao Yi's hands and feet turn cold. The Jiujiang Zhao family's collection of ancient books is naturally vast, and with his status, there are no restrictions placed on him; he can read them as he pleases.

Li Zhuiyuan walks in front of Tan Wenbin.

Li Zhuiyuan shakes his head: "More than that."

He is watching with his own eyes as he is being sliced to pieces and his flesh is being eaten.

A sharp dagger stabs toward Zhao Xilu's neck.

Li Zhuiyuan steps onto the palm of the Bai He Master Master Tongzi and is lifted up by him.

Looking at this great-granddaughter, she has always been her hope, hoping that she can go out and add another portion of blessed water to this nearly withered well of the old Zhao family.

Tan Wenbin: "I don't think it's necessary."

Tan Wenbin supports the shovel with her left hand and takes a cigarette case out of her pocket with her right.

Zhao Juanhua is fiddling with a string of black prayer beads in her hand, reciting the Heart Sutra of Morality, but the restlessness in her heart is not soothed by the scriptures; instead, it becomes even more scorched because of them.

But if he really wanted to rely on himself, flying over walls would be an exaggeration, but in terms of agility and steady footsteps, he has exceeded the level of a normal adult.

Old Man Tian looks up.

He has always been sitting on a volcano, smugly thinking that he has cultivated a very powerful cursed object; in reality, the fact that he hasn't been bitten to death by it until now is truly just dumb luck.

When he first came to the ancestral hall to check the situation, he was shocked to find that the hall had collapsed, and then a sharp chill came from behind him.

Zhao Juanhua carries her and darts out of the hall. Just as she is about to pass through the archway and enter the front courtyard, her feet suddenly slip, and the scenery is actually moving.

Zhao Yi's foot slips; if not for Tan Wenbin's quick reflexes in grabbing him, he would have fallen.

There is no other way; he can't escape, and he isn't willing to die, so he can only try his best to grasp every shred of life around him.

Lin Shu only then realizes that there is actually a fighting task for him, and he immediately leaps over the wall in high spirits.

For this type of family-born servant, the most important thing is loyalty, and everything else is secondary; moreover, if they are too clever, the masters cannot be too at ease.

But is the problem now whether or not to destroy the Shi Zhuozhao? Everyone has already entered the stage of comparing family backgrounds.

Old Man Tian had just self-mutilated and finished bandaging his wounds; he didn't have time to stop them and could only chase after them with two daggers hanging from his hands.

But who would have thought that just after exiting the archway and arriving in front of the hall, he would see two pools of black ash on the ground, clearly two cursed grudges that had been blown apart.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..." Zhao Yi, beside him, hears this and feels both afraid and ridiculous. The two emotions intertwine in his chest, causing him to cough violently.

In the end, relying on a short, quick sprint, he barely managed to jump onto the roof.

If not for his quick evasion, the first wound would have appeared on his own neck.

Tan Wenbin lifts the Yellow River shovel and frames it against Zhao Yi's neck: "It's too dark, it's easy to cause chaos when fighting, my task is to protect the safety of the hostage."

If the formation in the house were still there and the stock of cursed objects in the ancestral hall could still be used, she might have been able to hold on; now, it is equivalent to a snail having its shell smashed, facing two big roosters pecking hard.

She is seen with her left and right arms each bent, humming a harsh nursery rhyme, as if she is reminiscing, and also as if she is saying goodbye.

In Lin Shu, she seems to see herself when she first joined the team, but she was at most a bit more talkative; she wasn't this dense.

Bringing a son-in-law home!

Li Zhuiyuan is enjoying this feeling of backlash, like a barren desert absorbing that little bit of rain and dew it has finally hoped for.

Zhao Juanhua still remembers the look of despair on the child's mother's face at that moment.

The world is quiet.

This is her husband in name, this is their father in name, yet at the same time, he is the most beastly animal in the world.

"Uncle Tian, what are you doing!"

The one buried under the peach forest in the old home was turned into something neither human nor ghost, suffering until now, and cursing Wei Zhengdao until now.

Last time, after Lin Shu performed the spirit medium ritual three times, he was still able to run back on his own, alive and kicking with a human head; counting this time as well.

After Zhao Juanhua's body is burned enough and the stench is worn away enough, that white wooden strip also burns, emitting bursts of attractive, exotic fragrance.

Zhao Juanhua both admires this great-grandson and is a bit afraid of him.

"Yes, Great-Grandmother."

Lucky in Jin Ling,

Li Zhuiyuan ends his walk through the underworld.

Zhao Yi doesn't understand the meaning of "fancy" for a moment; presumably... he should be praising himself.

Over here, Runsheng and the Bai He Master Master Tongzi have also stopped.

Idiot, telling you to cast a curse on people! "Bang! Bang!"

Zhao Mengyao screams: "I did that to help you, let me tell you, Zhou Yunyun is a bitch, she has long been behind your back, I don't know how many men she's been messing around with, she's long since secretly gone out to sell herself who knows how many times, it's a pity you still truly like her, I am helping you, afraid you'll be deceived by her, Zhou Yunyun is a slut!"

"It's okay, I can bear it." Tan Wenbin gently touches her shoulders, "It seems I can hear the children's snoring; the two little ones are asleep."

However, Lin Shu, who had just finished the spirit medium state, takes the initiative to step forward and ask: "Small... Big Brother, shall I go help you pick it back up?"

But this young man can actually see through it at a glance? Tan Wenbin carries Zhao Yi to Li Zhuiyuan's side; there are two battlefields below.

Old Man Tian walks back dejectedly, starting to tear his clothes to bandage the wounds on his wrists, muttering: "It's over, I've lost face for the Young Master this time."

Tan Wenbin: "Look, I said it wasn't necessary."

"It was you who cast a curse on Yunyun, causing her to almost jump off a building and commit suicide. It makes no sense that only you are allowed to harm others, and others aren't allowed to take action against you; this is what you deserve."

Tan Wenbin already understands what Xiaoyuan wants to do; he squats down very decisively.

But she still wants to live now; she looks up at the young man standing on the eaves. She knows that he is the leader of this group.

To be able to make the formation set up by one's own family turn against them?

The woman is not a dead-fall, but she is simply easier to control than a dead-fall.

Zhao Yi immediately looks at the woman pouncing on Zhao Xilu. That woman indeed slows down and begins to use her fingernails to tear the flesh off Zhao Xilu's body, bit by bit, and send it into her mouth.

During the Republic of China, local warlords collected taxes, often decades in advance; she didn't go that far, but it was about the same.

He bites a cigarette in his mouth and lights it.

Following this is the clarity of pain and the embodiment of fear.

Zhao Xilu's first reaction is to climb the wall and escape, but the formation in this house has already been changed; currently, it only allows entry and not exit.

Li Zhuiyuan becomes interested in that woman.

This is no longer a question of resisting or not; the other party is clearly teasing and torturing the great-grandmother, intending to abuse her to death.

Tan Wenbin scolds: "Hostage Brother, are you crazy? Do you want to tear up your own ticket?"

Actually, it's because Tan Wenbin is used to seeing Brother Xiaoyuan set up formations, which are usually very simple and unadorned; this is the first time she has seen a formation that comes with light and shadow effects.

Old Man Tian presses forward with a tyrannical momentum, intending to hack the woman and the two infant grudges on her body into eight pieces to avenge the face lost during the earlier skirmish.

Tan Wenbin steps forward and kicks Lin Shu in the butt.

Li Zhuiyuan also opens his eyes at this time and nods: "Mm, solved."

Lin Shu is stunned for a moment; what does that have to do with me? Immediately, he realizes something and says: "Methods are not divided into righteous and evil; it only depends on the person using them. Even controlling ghosts can eliminate demons and defend the Dao."

Tan Wenbin throws Zhao Yi aside, turns around, falls backward, then grabs the edge with both hands, swings backward, and lands.

Even with her face painted, she still cannot cover up the angry redness at this moment.

Tan Wenbin told her partners in advance that Zhao Mengyao is to be left for her to kill.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi's white energy surges wildly; holding a trident, he takes a step forward and stabs into Zhao Juanhua's heart. One stab, two stabs, three stabs...

Who he wants to curse doesn't need you to help him cast the curse! If things go wrong, others might be better at casting curses than you!

But it really won't work if we don't play a bit ruthlessly now.

Li Zhuiyuan glances at Lin Shu.

This is the backlash of Wei Zhengdao's black leather book.

I just cut my wrist, spilled blood, and used my trump card, seeing that I was about to wash away my shame, so why is it suddenly none of my business?

Old Man Tian didn't want to use this move; he is a dagger user. If his wrist is ruined, he will be in a stage of declining combat power for a long time to come. How will he protect his Young Master?

"You let me go, save me, I'll go back to school, I'll help you pursue Yunyun, I'll help you intercept all the love letters Yunyun receives, and create opportunities for you alone."

"You..." Blood gushes from Zhao Xilu's neck; he wants to scold but cannot make a sound.

Yin Meng nods, feeling comfortable in her heart; if such an idiot could also get into university, she would really feel unbalanced.

A large piece of flesh is torn off Zhao Xilu's neck by force.

He, Zhao Yi, is going to represent the Jiujiang Zhao to walk the rivers, but in the same period, only one Long Wang can be contested on the river.

Tan Wenbin grips the shovel tightly and raises the Yellow River shovel in her hand.

If an ordinary bungalow goes on like this, the problem really isn't big.

Zhao Yi hears this and only feels his scalp go numb, including the flesh seam between his eyebrows closing slightly. Compared to this completely inhumane method of refining curses, what he fears more is that this young man can actually state the principle and process so directly.

Stepping into empty air, he falls.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't bite so fast, take your time."

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't know what Zhao Xilu is thinking now; if he knew, he would probably feel contempt and disdain.

"Then how did Your Excellency..."

It's past mealtime, and the person still hasn't arrived, which means the person probably didn't intend to eat and socialize with our side at all.

"Hm?" Zhao Yi looks at Li Zhuiyuan again; is he talking to himself?

At this time, wisps of black smoke rise from the original location of the ancestral hall; that is because after the owner of the cursed object dies, the cursed grudge also dissipates, which is also a form of liberation.

As for his sister Zhao Mengyao, she is being whipped back and forth by another woman holding a leather whip, wailing and rolling on the ground.

But compared to the orderly and steady progress of the other battlefield and the shrill, incessant screams of the two women, the fact that you can still fight back and forth here is truly embarrassing enough.

Zhao Juanhua is dead. The moment her life completely extinguished, a stench of rot emanated from her already mangled skin.

"Classmate, you've seen me, in Yunyun's hospital room, I went to see Yunyun, do you remember, classmate?"

"I don't mean that." Tan Wenbin carries Zhao Yi toward the flying eaves area and sees a crane with a pearl in its long beak, but that stone pearl had long been pried open.

He has had a dark heart since childhood. In his childhood, his mother lay on the bed, haggard, and actually struggled to get up, holding his hand and saying to him: I was harmed to death by your great-grandmother! He turned around and went to call himself, telling himself what his mother had just said.

Don't look at Zhao Yi as a sickly person; he is, after all, an adult with real weight.

He has killed people and killed evil spirits, but that was when the other party was going crazy. You ask him to kill someone who isn't going crazy now—well, it's not that he can't do it, but he needs a little psychological preparation.

The hard Yellow River shovel slams down fiercely onto her body.

One of them has been in this world for less than a hundred days, and the other is less than a month old; they haven't truly opened their eyes to see this world yet.

A living person has three lamps: one on the top of the head and two on the shoulders.

This is no longer an ordinary living curse, because it is both a cursed object and the caster of the curse. Logically speaking, such a thing should be impossible to appear.

There's no way around it; people who are good at casting curses are usually the ones who exert effort in the dark. When have you ever seen a grandmother who beats up villains take a knife and rush into the street to hack people? Zhao Juanhua was already just barely surviving on a rotten life; in terms of skill, she wasn't even as good as her dead old son.

It means that the boy, who has always been impartial and selfless, has actually started to talk about human relationships.

Old Man Tian is careless for a moment and is actually knocked flying; fortunately, his legs and feet aren't messy when he lands, so he doesn't look too disheveled.

The young man in front of him is this demon; the souls of mortals are his offerings.

"Boom."

The woman presses him under her body and continues to bite frantically, gnawing desperately.

"Hehe..."

Zhao Yi waves his hand, signaling him to step back.

On the roof, Li Zhuiyuan says: "Make him stop."

Tan Wenbin shakes off the cigarette ash, points at her, and says to the surroundings with a smile: "Damn, let her help me with psychological preparation, who knew she would do my psychological preparation too well."

Lin Shu is still pointing at his own face: Do I have to go too?

After speaking, Zhao Yi's gaze falls on Old Man Tian.

She whips Zhao Mengyao until she is covered in bruises, but she doesn't hurt her foundation.

The red and purple on Zhao Mengyao's cheeks haven't dissipated yet, and she is standing and sitting without any posture.

The boy's arms retract and slowly lower. After reaching a certain height, Li Zhuiyuan walks down.

Zhao Yi looks at Li Zhuiyuan and explains: "For Grandpa Tian, he only needs to be loyal."

When Tan Wenbin lands, her heels feel like they've been electrocuted, and she rolls backward once, but fortunately, she stands up quickly, which can be considered a smooth movement.

The young man's gaze falls on Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi shrinks his body into Tan Wenbin's arms.

He is talking to this woman! No, he is controlling this woman!

But he has truly never seen a method where someone just stands there and can make what others control belong to their own mastery; what kind of god-ghost technique is this!

Zhao Juanhua turns her head and glares angrily at Zhao Mengyao, who is still crying beside her, scolding:

"I said, there are many waste books in the basement of my old home."

Can't you just be a normal person? No one goes to pick it up, so the white wooden strip gradually burns black, finally cracks, and gradually turns into ash.

The hexagram is three words, seeing it brings great joy.

Six times a second, this trident is actually stabbed into an afterimage by Him.

Zhao Yi moves his neck backward a bit fearfully, reminding: "Ease up a little, ease up a little."

Zhao Yi ignores him and continues to stare fixedly at Li Zhuiyuan, asking: "Tell me, are you up there?"

The next moment, her neck is grabbed by a huge force, and her whole body is lifted up.

But since the family is already in such a mess, "family members" can only huddle together for warmth.

Zhao Mengyao has seen Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shu. Back then, when Li Zhuiyuan came to the dormitory with the police and pointed out that she had hidden the cursed object in the laundry soap, it shocked her heart. Plus, Li Zhuiyuan claimed to be Zhou Yunyun's cousin, so even if she didn't go to the appointment, she could probably guess that Li Zhuiyuan might be that Nantong Corpse-Fishing Li.

He pretends to be indifferent; anyway, he is still young, although he looks excessively mature.

But as it burns, a white wooden strip appears inside, with words carved on it—Borrowing Life to Return the Soul.

Li Zhuiyuan's voice extinguishes the emotions of his companions, and Runsheng and Lin Shu also step aside.

Tan Wenbin nods while taking deep breaths.

Zhao Mengyao wails on the ground in a non-human posture.

In fact, when the formation was broken and they killed their way in, the fate of the Shi Zhuozhao was already doomed.

It can be said that Zhao Xilu is a madman and a fool with extremely good luck.

Unable to move forward, Zhao Juanhua grabs Zhao Mengyao and leaps toward the west side again, kicking the wall with one leg, and with one grab of her hand, she carries a burden over the wall.

Zhao Xilu is still standing there respectfully, having barely moved.

"Young Master Yi!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The beads in Zhao Juanhua's hand scatter all over the floor. She suddenly raises her head and asks: "Where did something go wrong?"

"Bang!"

He is working hard here, trying his best to squeeze into this team, performing earnestly and diligently, just to lead the Official General Head system to a higher level... He never expected that his own Yin God would actually start competing for favor with him! Li Zhuiyuan's gaze falls on the boy, and he takes a step forward.

Zhao Yi directs: "There is a bead on the east corner of the roof; it must be pried open so that the formation above can take shape. Only then will we be safe up there and not have any accidents."

Above, Zhao Yi's expression has already turned gloomy.

Originally, for Li Zhuiyuan's side, the task wasn't considered difficult, far from walking the rivers and riding the waves; they even managed to pick up two helpers along the way.

Bitch, telling you to invert black and white! "Bang! Bang!"

In his heart, two piercing cries of infants and the frantic laughter of a woman come.

Tan Wenbin is even walking over with a blood-stained shovel.

But there is a very interesting detail here, which is... the Bai He Master Master Tongzi, who only kills and doesn't ferry, is actually tacitly accompanying Runsheng, only abusing and not killing there.

Li Zhuiyuan points to Zhao Juanhua in front.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi holds his breath.

"Not good at it, haven't cast one."

Immediately after, the woman shakes her head.

Old Man Tian's side had some twists and turns because of that woman, but Zhao Juanhua's side actually had only one tone from the beginning; she was beaten from start to finish.

Is this... walking through the underworld?

It's over.

Because she has always been in a "muddled" state, it seems that obeying Zhao Xilu's instructions has become her instinct and habit, but in reality, Zhao Xilu didn't have any more specific constraints on her at all.

Zhao Yi stops, and the ghost fire around him dissipates, leaving only the thickest wooden stake still "crackle-crackle" burning.

Seeing that escape is impossible, Zhao Xilu turns his head and wants to find his great-grandmother.

However, what is there to do walking through the underworld at this time? Below.

It can be said that after the great-granddaughter started school, Zhao Juanhua stayed at home, calmly waiting for her great-granddaughter to one day in the future...

Zhao Yi, having just gotten off Tan Wenbin's back, sees this scene and only feels pain between his eyebrows.

Although none of them are pleasant emotions, he is indeed experiencing them in detail.

Li Zhuiyuan turns his head and looks at Lin Shu.

"Thank you."

"Clatter!"

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't look at Zhao Juanhua at all; his attention is placed more on the Bai He Master Master Tongzi.

I didn't even have time to cut ties with the Shi Zhuozhao, and you actually took the initiative to bring it upon yourself! Tan Wenbin says sinisterly: "Yo-ho, good relationship, huh."

Don't, wouldn't my wrist have been cut for nothing? It makes me look very stupid, and even the Young Master above is... Old Man Tian takes a deep breath. Forget it, just cut them all off.

Then,

Zhao Xilu takes a talisman paper out of his sleeve and sticks it on the woman's back.

Old Man Tian is a bit confused; what's wrong with the Young Master? The matter is over, we can go home, can't we? Could it be that these people want to silence us afterward? Oh no, my hands are ruined now!

Li Zhuiyuan looks up at him again,

And says:

"I am on the river, do you dare to come down?"

(End of chapter)