Traveling through a farmer’s house: Villain Nine Thousand Years Old, Stop!

"Little Baozi, why is it you?"

Yun Zhixia looked at the black-clad official in front of her and reached out to pinch his face without hesitation.

His face was a little chubby and felt good to pinch, so Yun Zhixia would pinch his face every time.

"Sister Zhizhi, please slow down!"

The black-clothed ghost bent over and allowed Yun Zhixia to pinch his face without saying a word.

"Come here!"

Yun Zhixia pulled him aside, pursed her lips, and asked the doubts in her heart.

"Can you still recognize me in this state?"

"Of course, Sister Zhizhi, who can't smell the ginseng scent on you?"

As he spoke, the black-clothed ghost moved his nose, smelled the tempting scent on Yun Zhixia, and couldn't help swallowing.

Just as Yun Zhixia was thinking, she suddenly heard a swallowing sound beside her. She looked down and was not surprised to see the black-clothed ghost coveting her.

"Buns!"

Yun Zhixia couldn't help but grit her teeth, snatched the chain from the black-clothed ghost and started beating him.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. You have grown a lot!"

"Still want to eat me?"

"If I don't beat you up, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"

After hearing Yun Zhixia's words, the black-clothed ghost finally reacted. His heart tightened and he quickly ran away with his head in his hands.

"Sister Zhizhi, this is all a misunderstanding!"

"I misunderstood you, I will take your last name if I don't knock your head off today!"

"That's easy, Sister Zhizhi, here you go!"

The black-clad ghost reached out and twisted off his own head and threw it to Yun Zhixia. The rest of his body was still kneeling on the ground, with his hands raised in surrender.

"Sister Zhizhi, have you calmed down?"

The head in Yun Zhixia's arms began to speak, and Qian Sizheng and others felt a little creepy when they saw this scene.

"Get out of here!"

Yun Zhixia threw the black-clothed ghost catcher's head, and it happened to hit the black-clothed ghost catcher's neck.

Click

The black-clothed ghost's head and neck were stuck together, returning to its original appearance.

At this moment, Yun Zhixia no longer had the interest to tease him. She walked up to Cheng Hongxing and the others, motioning them to follow the black-clothed ghost messenger.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

"Thank you, Immortal!"

"Thank you sister!"

Cheng Hongxing held Ran'er in her arms and followed the ghosts to the back of the black-clothed ghost messenger.

Meng looked at Qian Sizheng with tears in her eyes. She held back the grief in her heart and waved towards Qian Sizheng.

"Zheng'er, mother is gone. You have to get married and have children, and find a lovely girl to spend the rest of your life with."

"Remember not to let others down!"

"Don't let your grandfather and his family know about this. They are old and can't bear it if something like this happens again."

Qian Sizheng was kneeling on the ground, crying with snot streaming down his face, but he still suppressed his inner grief and nodded.

"Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of my grandfather and the others, and I will live well."

"Don't worry about me, go and reincarnate!"

Meng was dressed in white, and with the help of Yun Zhixia's spiritual power, she regained her former complexion. She nodded slightly and walked behind the black-clothed ghost messenger.

"Little Baozi, these ghosts have had a hard time in their lives. Go talk to Lao Bai and the others and try to arrange a good place for them."

After Yun Zhixia finished speaking, he gathered the spiritual power in his hands and gave it all to the black-clothed ghost messenger.

It lasted for quite a while before Yun Zhixia withdrew his spiritual power, and his face turned pale.

"Zhizhi, are you okay?"

Qian Sizheng quickly walked over and supported Yun Zhixia, looking at her with a little concern.

"fine!"

Yun Zhixia silently calmed the spiritual power in his body, and then looked at the black-clothed ghost messenger.

"Little Baozi, I've given you the benefit, but you have to do the job for me!"

After the black-clothed ghost digested the spiritual power given by Yun Zhixia, he felt that his strength had increased a little. Hearing Yun Zhixia's words, the black-clothed ghost patted his chest.

"Sister Zhizhi, don't worry!"

"I promise to arrange everything for you!"

"Let's go quickly!"

Yun Zhixia curled her lips and waved her hand with some heartache, her own spiritual power!

"Okay, Sister Zhizhi, I'm leaving!"

The black-clothed ghost led Meng and the others into the black gate. The next second, the black gate disappeared from their sight, and the whole mountain returned to peace.

Yun Zhixia stretched, yawned, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"sleepy!"

"Everyone go home and go to bed!"

"Zhizhi, sleep in Qian's house tonight!"

Qian Sizheng was a little worried about her. After all, no matter how capable Yun Zhixia was, she was still a little sister in his heart.

"No need, the old guy's problem has not been resolved yet."

"I'll take you back to the Qian Mansion. Come back to me when you're done!"

Yun Zhixia waved her hand, pulled two vines from the side, and tied up Qian Sizheng and Master Qian.

[Little crow, come and help!]

Wu Jin hooked Qian Sizheng and the other person with one claw, hooked Yun Zhixia with the other claw, and flapped its wings to fly towards the Qian Mansion.

!!!

Qian Sizheng was startled and looked up at the tiny piece of black gold with trembling hands. He was almost scared to death and simply closed his eyes.

Wu Jin was very fast and soon dropped Qian Sizheng and the other person off at the Qian Mansion, then flew back to Yunjia Village with Yun Zhixia.

The next day

early morning

After Yun Zhixia finished training with Yun Mingyu, she just returned to the Yun family and saw a group of villagers gathered at the gate. Some villagers didn't even have time to eat, so they held their rice bowls and pancakes, eating while watching.

In addition to the door, there were also a few people lying on the big tree next door, craning their necks to watch the fun.

There was a noisy sound coming from the yard. Yun Zhixia listened carefully and found something wrong. She quickly squeezed through the crowd and went inside.

In the hospital

Mrs. Wang stood in front of the main house, while Mrs. Ma, Yun Xiuxiu and Yun Sanlang stood behind her.

Feng Yueniang and Yun Dahe were arguing with a few strong men, spitting everywhere, while Yun Dashan stood aside as if nothing had happened.

"That's enough. Yun Dashan lost money in the gambling house. Why should we pay for it?"

"My mother said she won't pay, so you guys leave now!"

There were seven or eight thugs standing in the yard. The man in the lead was holding a big knife, wearing a gray shorts, with a gloomy face and a hint of coldness in his triangular eyes.

"I don't care about that, just take out the money!"

Mrs. Wang glanced at the leading man and her old face turned red with anger. She pounded the ground with a long stick in her hand, her tone firm.

"Yun Dashan owes the gambling house eighty taels of silver, we don't have it!"

"You can beat me or kill me, it's up to you!"

Yun Dashan, who was watching the fun on the side, was unhappy. What his mother said was too harsh!

I am her biological son, and the eldest son!

Isn't it just a few dozen taels of silver? We have it at home, so why is my mother reluctant to give it to me? !

Thinking of this, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Yun Dashan's eyes. He stood up and started to accuse Wang Po.

"Mom, you're going too far. You're not even willing to pay such a small amount of money?"

"I am your biological son!"