Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

"Look, look over there."

Someone in the crowd pointed in panic towards the other side of the river, where a red figure stood.

The figure was illusory and unreal, his face was terrifyingly pale, and he exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura.

The words just now came out of her mouth.

"Zhang... Zhang Qiuniang..."

A woman in the crowd spoke with a trembling voice. She was the one who had cursed Zhang Qiuniang in her ear. In the past, she had also made things difficult for Zhang Qiuniang when she washed clothes by the river.

The rest of the people also showed expressions of disbelief, especially the group of people who watched her being thrown into the pig cage.

After the shock, there was panic. Her pale face, weird smile, and terrifying aura all indicated that she was not a living person.

Run away, run away quickly...

But how? Could they escape?

"Zhang, Zhang Qiuniang, humans and ghosts have different paths. Since you are already dead, you should go to the underworld. Aren't you afraid of being thrown into the eighteen levels of hell for killing the villagers in the human world?"

Just then, an elder of high esteem in the village spoke up. He was an educated man who knew a few words and had considerable prestige in the village.

He was a very rigid person and extremely harsh to women. He believed that a widow should follow her husband after his husband died. Many women were forced to death by him.

He also strongly advocated that Zhang Qiuniang be put into a pig cage, and he thought that it was very reasonable.

What is unreasonable is that Zhang Qiuniang actually turned into a fierce ghost to harm people. This is absolutely not acceptable. She must be sent back to the underworld. Although he has no ability, since there are ghosts, there must be gods and officials from the underworld. They will never tolerate Zhang Qiuniang to wreak havoc on the world.

"When you were lynching me, weren't you afraid that I would turn into a ghost and come to take your life?"

Xie Lang floated over from the other side of the river and walked slowly up to the old man. Everyone consciously avoided her and made way for her.

The old man looked at Xie Lang who was one step away from him. Seeing a ghost at such a close distance made his body tremble a little, but Xie Lang did not attack directly. He thought that the ghost Zhang Qiuniang must have restrictions on their attacks, and they might really go to the eighteenth level of hell.

So he calmed down and said, "You deserve it. As a woman, you are unfaithful to your husband and seduce other men. This is a crime of promiscuity. Throwing you in a pig cage is what the people want. After being punished, you will learn to be a good wife in your next life."

"Since you have become a ghost..."

boom! ! !

Before he could finish his words, the old man was knocked out, knocking down several people.

By the time everyone reacted, his tongue had broken off and fell out of his mouth.

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

Xie Lang looked at the old man calmly, gazing at the disheveled old man.

At this time, the old man was vomiting blood, and because he had no tongue, he could only make a "wuwuwu" cry.

The heroic spirit of blaming Xie Lang was gone, replaced by endless fear.

The people he hit slowly got up, and some even screamed.

When the people present saw the miserable state of the old man, the fear on their faces intensified.

Screams and panic drowned out everything else, and the scene fell into chaos.

"Shut up!!!"

Xie Lang's voice drowned out the entire audience, and his sharp eyes swept across the entire audience fiercely: "Whoever screams again will lose his tongue."

Everyone closed their mouths at once and looked at Xie Lang with fear. Even those who couldn't help but scream immediately covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making any sound.

The people who were still crying stopped immediately, leaving only slight sobbing sounds.

It was finally quiet.

"I don't need to explain anything to you."

After everyone quieted down, Xie Lang turned his gaze to Zhang Fubao and Xiao Yunjing.

She didn't need to explain, but this was Zhang Qiuniang's obsession.

On the other side, Xiao Yunjing felt bad when he saw Xie Lang looking at him, and said to Zhang Fubao beside him: "Quick, open the Lingquan space."

Zhang Fubao looked flustered, but he reacted immediately. He took Xiao Yunjing's hand and turned into a beam of white light, disappearing on the spot.

When everyone saw this scene, they were all in disbelief. How could these two people disappear out of thin air?

Only Xie Lang was calm, with a slight smile on his face.

In the spiritual spring space, Zhang Fubao and Xiao Yunjing sat slumped on the grass beside the spiritual spring, gasping for breath.

"It's safe now. Zhang Qiuniang can't get in. I was really scared to death."

Zhang Fubao looked as if she had survived a disaster. Just now, Xie Lang's eyes were fixed on her, and she felt like she was being stared at by something scary. Fortunately, she reacted quickly.

Xiao Yunjing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when they thought they had escaped, the entire Lingquan space began to crack. To the horror of Zhang Fubao and Xiao Yunjing, the Lingquan space gradually broke into pieces.

The next moment, the space collapsed and they returned to the outside world. They sat on the ground and met Xie Lang's emotionless gaze.

"Zhang Qiuniang, you...why are you so strong?"

The space was destroyed, and Zhang Fubao's eyes were full of disbelief.

She didn't understand. How could a ghost be so powerful right after becoming one? It didn't make sense at all.

Xie Lang did not answer Zhang Fubao's question. He waved his hand and passed the two men to his feet. He asked calmly: "You two, explain clearly how you framed me."

This is Zhang Qiuniang's obsession. If it were her own, she would not explain it to everyone.

Zhang Fubao and Xiao Yunjing's faces turned pale when they heard Xie Lang's words.

Zhang Fubao knew he couldn't admit it, so he immediately retorted: "I didn't, I didn't frame you at all."

Xie Lang smiled slightly, and his smile was a bit creepy.

Zhang Fubao felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

Zhang Fubao's heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the world, and everyone covered their ears involuntarily.

I saw that there was a cut on the palm of Zhang Fubao's left hand at the finger position. The cut was smooth and parts of five fingers were cut off.

If you look closely, you can see the deep white bones at the broken part. Xiao Yunjing, who was standing by, was so frightened that his whole body began to tremble.

Zhang Fubao couldn't help but screaming because of the severe pain. Looking at his five fingers, tears couldn't stop falling.

"Can you tell me now?" Xie Lang remained unmoved and asked calmly.

But in Zhang Fubao's eyes, this calm tone sounded like a demon coming to take her life. She hated Xie Lang but did not dare to show it.

"Can you let me go after I tell you?" Zhang Fubao looked at Xie Lang with tears in his eyes, his tone very humble.

However, the next moment, Zhang Fubao's screams rang out again.

The five fingers on Zhang Fubao's right hand were also cut off.

All I heard was Xie Lang saying calmly: "You are not qualified to make any conditions to me."

"Speak or die."