After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

When Qiu Mian knocked on the door and informed everyone that the ghost had been dealt with, Mu Qing, Liu Yang and others came out of the house one after another, their faces showing a little fatigue but more relief. The hostess came up quickly, with a gleam of gratitude in her eyes, and said softly: "Thank you, brave warriors. Now, please follow me, I will take you to a very important place."

Under the guidance of the hostess, they passed through a series of corridors and rooms, and finally came to a heavy stone door. The hostess gently pushed open the stone door, and a cold breath rushed in their faces, and they entered a dim secret room.

The light in the secret room was dim, with only a few swaying oil lamps emitting a faint light. In the center, there was a statue of an evil god, with a distorted and hideous face and eyes flashing with evil light. In front of the statue, there was a man kneeling, wearing a black robe and a tall hat that covered most of his face.

When they walked into the secret room, the man slowly turned around. He was wearing an exquisite mask with complex patterns and patterns carved on it, exuding a chilling aura that made people's hearts palpitate. His eyes were hidden under the mask, revealing only two deep gaps, as if he could see into people's hearts.

His voice was low and gloomy, "You shouldn't destroy the evil god's holy book. Your actions have angered the evil god, and you will be punished."

They then realized that this follower of the evil god was actually the butler. He was usually gentle and amiable, but at this moment he looked so gloomy and terrifying. What kind of face was hidden under his mask? What was his true identity? They were filled with doubts and uneasiness.

They looked at each other and saw firmness and determination in each other's eyes. No matter how terrible the butler was, they had to face him, uncover the secrets behind him, and protect the house and the people inside from the evil god.

The atmosphere in the secret room suddenly became extremely tense. Without any extra words, the four of them and the ghost had already launched the attack tacitly. As a policeman, Liu Yang had trained himself to be strong and tough. He roared like a tiger descending from the mountain, and took the lead in throwing a heavy punch, hitting the housekeeper in the face.

The butler's eyes flashed with surprise under the mask, but he reacted quickly, slightly turned his body, and easily avoided Liu Yang's fist. However, he did not relax his vigilance, but stared at them more vigilantly.

Doctor Mu Yang, although he was known for his calmness, showed his extraordinary skills at this moment. He was agile, like a nimble leopard, and quickly approached the housekeeper, ready to attack. His hands turned into sharp claws, and went straight for the housekeeper's vital points.

Seeing this, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing also took action immediately. Qiu Mian flashed and instantly appeared behind the butler, his hands turned into ghost claws, and fiercely grabbed his back. Mu Qing held a long sword, and his sword skills were sharp, slashing at the butler with one sword after another.

Taoist priest Qingzheng stood aside, holding a whisk, ready to join the battle at any time. Although his whisk looked soft, every swing of it brought with it a sharp gust of wind, and its power should not be underestimated.

The butler did not panic when faced with the siege of the four of them and the ghost. His body was erratic, sometimes dodging attacks, sometimes launching counterattacks. His hands also turned into claws, intertwining with them, making waves of metal collision sounds.

The battle in the secret room became more and more intense. The four of them were like four tigers, constantly launching fierce attacks on the butler. The butler was like a cunning fox, constantly dodging their attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The oil lamps were shaken by the battle and emitted a faint light. Their figures were extremely blurry under the light, but each attack was extremely clear.

Just when they were in a stalemate with the housekeeper, Taoist Qingzheng suddenly shouted loudly, swung his whisk, and launched a fierce attack on the housekeeper. Every strand of the whisk seemed to have turned into a sharp arrow, shooting towards the housekeeper with a sharp gust of wind.

The butler was caught off guard by this sudden attack, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, they all seized this opportunity and launched a more fierce attack.

However, the butler was an expert after all, and he quickly stabilized himself and started a fierce battle with them again. The battle in the secret room became more and more intense, as if the whole house was going to be overturned.

Seeing the battle was in a stalemate, Qiu Mian knew that she could no longer hold back. Qiu Mian took a deep breath, and her red wedding dress fluttered in the wind, like a blooming blood flower. Qiu Mian gently struck the guardian bell, and the sound of the bell was melodious, as if it could wash away the filth of the world. At the same time, the yin and yang needles in Qiu Mian's hand flew like a dragon, and each needle accurately pierced the housekeeper's vital points.

Mu Yang and Liu Yang were not to be outdone. The talismans in their hands flew like snowflakes, each of which contained powerful magic power and swept towards the butler. However, the butler remained unmoved. He chanted obscure spells in a low and gloomy voice.

As the spell was chanted, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and a thick black fog rose from the ground, gradually condensing into a huge figure. This figure was tall and ferocious, wearing a black robe, with a distorted face and eyes flashing with evil light. It was the evil god, the evil existence worshipped by the butler.

The appearance of the evil god made the battle even more intense. Its power was strong and strange, and every attack was highly corrosive, as if it could devour everything. Although the four of them and the ghost fought together, they seemed powerless in front of the evil god. Although their attacks could cause some damage to it, the evil god could always recover quickly, as if he had endless power.

The evil god's figure was tumbling in the secret room, and every movement was accompanied by a strong gust of wind. Its laughter was low and terrifying, as if it could strike people's hearts. The four of them and the ghost gritted their teeth and fought the evil god with all their might.

However, as time went by, they gradually felt powerless. The power of the evil god seemed endless, but they had already consumed a lot of mana. The four of them and the ghost looked at each other, and saw determination and resoluteness in each other's eyes. They knew that this battle was related to the safety of the entire house, and they could not retreat.

When Qiu Mian took out an ancient token from his bosom, the atmosphere of the entire secret room changed. Qiu Mian took a deep breath and concentrated on stirring up the surrounding Yin Qi and injecting it into the token. As the spiritual power surged, the runes on the token seemed to be awakened, flashing with a faint light.

Suddenly, a strong negative energy gushed out from the token, instantly filling the entire secret room. Under the cover of this negative energy, blurry figures began to condense behind Qiu Mian. They were wearing ancient official uniforms and tall hats, one black and one white, exactly the legendary Black and White Impermanence.

The appearance of the Black and White Impermanence instantly turned the tide of the battle. Behind them followed a group of hideous ghost soldiers, who rushed towards the evil god with weapons in hand. Although the evil god was powerful, he began to seem powerless under the siege of the Black and White Impermanence and the ghost soldiers.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. The Black and White Impermanence had strange movements and were extremely fast. Sometimes they appeared above the evil god's head, and sometimes they flashed behind the evil god. Every attack was accurate and deadly. The ghost soldiers rushed towards the evil god like a tide, constantly consuming the evil god's power.

Qiu Mian, Mu Yang, Liu Yang and Mu Qing also joined the battle. Qiu Mian shot the Yin-Yang needles in his hand at the evil god like raindrops, and each needle brought a sharp gust of wind. Mu Yang and Liu Yang kept throwing out talismans, which exploded in the air, forming a series of flames that illuminated the entire secret room. Mu Qing wielded the long sword in his hand, and his swordsmanship was sharp. Every slash made the evil god feel pain.

Under the siege of the crowd, the evil god began to roar miserably. Its figure began to become blurred, as if it could dissipate at any time. But it still resisted tenaciously, trying to find a chance to escape.

The evil god took advantage of their unpreparedness and fled underground. Seeing this, the Black and White Impermanence suddenly slapped the ground, and a powerful force surged out from the ground, forming a huge black hole. Seeing this, they jumped into the black hole without hesitation and continued to chase the evil god.

When they stepped into the dark underground space, they saw an ancient seal array before their eyes. But shockingly, the seal was already shaky, and the light of the runes gradually dimmed as it flickered, as if it could collapse at any time.

Just as they were anxiously looking for a way to stabilize the seal, a burst of evil laughter echoed in the cave, making people shudder. The evil god's voice seemed to come from the abyss, full of provocation and pride: "Tiger King, I agree to your conditions and let you out, you get rid of these people."

Before he finished speaking, a low and majestic voice sounded from the depths of the cave: "Okay." The voice was full of power and domineering, as if a sleeping beast was about to wake up.

They wanted to stop him, but it was too late. The evil god moved and grabbed the butler's chest fiercely. The fear on the butler's face gradually solidified, and then turned into a strange smile. As the evil god tightened his palm, a bright red heart appeared on his palm, bloody and shocking.

The evil god did not hesitate at all, flew up, and threw the heart fiercely into the center of the altar. The moment the heart fell, the altar trembled violently, as if it could not withstand such a powerful force. The runes that originally emitted a faint light quickly dimmed in the trembling, and finally turned into ashes.

At this moment, a thunderous tiger roar came from the altar, echoing throughout the cave. They all looked towards the altar, only to see a huge figure slowly rising from the altar.

It was a huge tiger-like creature, its body was huge and strong, with clear muscle lines and full of explosive power. Its fur was a deep black color, as if it could swallow all the light. Its eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if it could see into people's hearts. Its mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp fangs and a scarlet tongue, which made people shudder.