After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

"Don't forget it."

Song Zhen threw the lottery ticket aside and looked at Huo Mengjiao expressionlessly.

Huo Mengjiao sneered: "Can't you figure it out? Ha, without this diamond, how dare you defile my sister Xiangnan!"

Huo Mengjiao was about to dial 110 when she heard Song Zhen say, "Miss Huo Wu's luck is doomed to fail. There's no need to waste the lottery."

"..."

As far as the eye can see!

These words scared his nephew Huo Yuming greatly.

I thought about how my fifth aunt had rocked his cradle, sung songs to him, and coaxed him to sleep.

Huo Yuming finally started to speak ventriloquially, begging for mercy: "Sister Fairy, my aunt, I will go back and teach her a lesson, please leave her a chance to live..."

Song Zhen: "Whether to stay or not is up to me."

Huo Yuming was frightened, "Could it be that my fifth aunt is really...going to die soon?"

Huo Mengjiao was so angry that her face turned red. "You, what do you mean!"

Song Zhen has a high level of metaphysics, but prefers to catch ghosts. He rarely tells fortunes. If he really does...

Even until death, I will never be reserved.

Song Zhen had a blank expression on his face and sighed, "Once you get rich, you will speak your mind all your life. But you cannot distinguish right from wrong, and your IQ and EQ are gone. Ghosts and monsters are gone, and fame and ideals are in vain. If you continue to not distinguish between good and evil, you will miss the Zhongyuan Festival next year."

"..."

Huo Mengjiao was not superstitious, but she was so frightened by what she heard that she sat back on the sofa.

His face turned pale and he started to cry at the corners of his eyes.

"You, you are talking nonsense... Impossible... Wuwu... Impossible..."

At such a young age, Huo Mengjiao was told that she would have to celebrate the Ghost Festival next year. She was angry and scared, and burst into tears on the spot. She no longer had the arrogance she had before.

Mrs. Zhou comforted her, "Mengjiao, if the master is here, please ask the master to help you solve it, don't be afraid..."

Huo Yuming took out a piece of paper with his little hand and handed it to the poor fifth aunt.

Huo Mengjiao did not take the paper handed to her by Huo Yuming, but instead hugged Zhou Xiangnan.

"Sister Xiangnan, wuwuwu..."

Tears fell on Zhou Xiangnan's shoulder.

Zhou Xiangnan was disgusted to death.

Just then, a tall figure came from the door.

His whole body exudes an extremely cold and gloomy aura!

"Hey? Are there any guests at home?"

The voice suddenly rang out, and Song Zhen, who was facing the door with his back, had a wave of indifference in his eyes.

Just like a long-hungry wolf that finally smells the scent of grassland lambs after traveling through the vast desert.

coming.

Seventh level evil spirit!

"Ah Hu, you're back so early today! It just so happens that a real master has come to our house to exorcise ghosts for us. Come quickly and let the real master take a look!" Mrs. Zhou raised her hand and greeted him.

"Oh? No fake master?"

Zhou Cunhu's narrow and long phoenix eyes gave him a wicked smile, and he walked towards the sofa with his hands in his pockets in a nonchalant manner.

As he approached step by step, Huo Yuming seemed to have sensed something and involuntarily moved closer to Song Zhen's legs. If he hadn't been holding the Shengyuan Sword in his hand, he would have hugged Song Zhen's thighs with his arms!

In a flash, Zhou Cunhu was sitting on the single sofa facing Song Zhen, and then he put his feet directly on the coffee table.

A nonchalant and rude look.

If he really was a master, he, as a seventh-level ghost, would have smelled the unique lotus scent of the Xuanmen people at the door long ago.

But the lotus fragrance emanating from the so-called master in front of him was almost insignificant. It was the fragrance of women filling the room that made him want to kill again.

He shook his legs and greeted, "Female Taoist priests should all be virgins, right?"

"Ah Hu! Don't be rude!" Mrs. Zhou hurriedly stopped him, and then did not forget to apologize to Song Zhen: "Master, my son is usually so rude... I hope you can forgive me..."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't control her son and could only beg for tolerance from others.

After Song Zhen saw the evil ghost in person, the excitement on his face gradually faded and he frowned unconsciously.

"According to Xuanmen's rules, ghosts with a hundred lives can be eaten, but ghosts with a thousand lives need to take some elixirs to promote digestion. As for ghosts with ten thousand lives..."

Eating it will cause diarrhea, and not only will it not improve your cultivation, it may even lower your cultivation.

The seventh-level ghost in front of him already has tens of thousands of lives, so...

"I can only destroy your form and your soul!"

When the word was repeated, Mrs. Zhou's expression changed.

"Master, what you said..."

After all, he is a platinum customer of Zongxuan Temple. Although he is slow, he finally realized it!

Mrs. Zhou's face suddenly darkened. She quickly dragged her daughter away from the sofa, hid behind Song Zhen, and looked at her son with vigilance.

"Mom?" Zhou Xiangnan didn't know what was going on and was full of surprise.

Huo Mengjiao, who was at a loss as to what to do, was pulled by Huo Yuming's hand and hid beside Song Zhen.

Huo Mengjiao pinched the familiar little hand and stopped sobbing.

The two sides are separated by the coffee table.

Across the coffee table, Zhou Cunhu was not afraid at all, "Oh, you also know the rules of Xuanmen?"

The man leaned back on the sofa, took out a lighter, and said with a wicked smile: "Since you know I'm a ghost, who gave you the courage? Why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy!"

At the end of Zhou Cunhu's speech, there was a burst of stereo surround sound effect, which was deafening!

At the same time, "Bang——"

There was a loud thunderclap.

All the lights in the villa suddenly dimmed.

The sun was shining brightly, but a sharp, cold wind blew into the villa.

"Oh my god! Aaaaahhhh!"

Mrs. Zhou was so scared that she screamed and pulled her daughter away. Finally, the mother and daughter hid timidly on the stairs ten meters away.

"Mom, what on earth..."

"Ghost! Your brother is possessed by a ghost! Shhh!"

Mrs. Zhou, who was saying "hush", was actually the loudest person, and her frightened expression frightened Zhou Xiangnan to some extent. The latter immediately fell silent.

The other servants also found corners to hide.

Everyone is trying desperately to reduce their presence.

Huo Yuming was only four years old after all. It was his first time to catch ghosts with the Fairy Sister. He was excited but a little nervous, and said in ventriloquy: "Fairy Sister, shall my aunt and I..."

Song Zhen said nothing and just stretched out his hand, and the sword case in Huo Yuming's hand flew into Song Zhen's hand.

Huo Yuming understood that there was nothing for him to do!

He immediately grabbed Huo Mengjiao and hid behind the sofa, away from the battlefield.

Zhou Cunhu glanced at the majestic-looking sword case with his phoenix eyes and was somewhat moved, but in the end, all his vigilance was dispelled by the subtle aura of mystical arts emanating from Song Zhen.

He joked: "What kind of rubbish could this be? A peach wood sword?"

"It's the sword that will kill you."

After the cold voice fell, Song Zhen immediately chanted: "The mighty gods of the eight directions, announce to the nine heavens."

In a moment, the Red Lotus Holy Yuan was unsheathed and hung in the air in front of Song Zhen's right side, ready to go.

The veil on the hat was slightly lifted by the suppressed sword energy, and the woman raised the corners of her lips, which fell into Zhou Cunhu's eyes.

Zhou Cunhu immediately laughed so hard that he couldn’t close his mouth: "The mighty gods of the eight directions? Haha, announcing to the nine heavens? Hahahaha..."

He had fought with Xuanmen Zhenren countless times, and it could be said that he had heard all the Zhenren-level spells, but these eight words were unheard of.

This is certainly not a real-life level spell.

So this little girl hasn't even reached the level of a real person? Could she be a Taoist priest who just came out of the Novice Village?

Reciting entry-level spells and holding an entry-level peach wood sword that looks good but is useless, you dare to play house in front of a seventh-level ghost?

It’s so funny!

"Little girl, I don't know which master you learned from, but since you insist on coming to me, I will reluctantly eat you!"

The seventh-level ghost spoke using surround sound, then stood up leisurely from the sofa.

The lighter exploded in the man's palm and instantly turned into a half-meter-high purple ghost fire.

In just a moment, the will-o'-the-wisp fire turned into a huge pot and mouth of a glutton.

With great force, he pounced towards Song Zhen!