Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

"Awei, bring the jar back and give it back to the owner!"

When Awei saw that Uncle Jiu wanted to send back the ghost that had just tortured him so badly, he became unhappy.

"Stop kidding me, give it back to him?!"

Uncle Jiu said expressionlessly: "It's up to you or me to decide!"

"I'm the ruler!"

Ah Wei spoke too quickly, but earned a threatening look from Uncle Jiu.

Chu Hua curled her lips and smiled, this A Wei still doesn't learn his lesson.

"Forget it, you decide!"

Awei reluctantly took the jar and returned it to Uncle Ming.

In the end, Uncle Jiu still gave Uncle Ming some advice: humans and ghosts have different paths, let alone using ghosts to make money.

Besides, we are all Maoshan disciples, so it is better not to make such mistakes in principle.

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, Awei smeared the soot from the bottom of the pot on his body, then wiped his eyes with pomelo leaves, intending to deal with the two ghosts.

After Uncle Ming took Dabao and Xiaobao out, he seriously thought about Uncle Jiu's words and decided to part ways with them.

Awei also took advantage of this loophole and captured Dabao and Xiaobao.

"Uncle Ming, save us!"

When Uncle Ming heard Xiaobao's cry for help, he softened his heart and chased after him.

He chased Awei all the way to the woods outside the town, but met the half-human, half-ghost female demon who escaped yesterday. He let her snatch Dabao away and took away his Taoist robe.

Awei hurried back to find Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu knew that she was coming for the two people who were captured, so he made preparations in advance.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night...

"Brother, can you lend me some?"

Uncle Ming was helping them get the chicken blood, and Uncle Jiu came over wearing a Taoist robe and holding a small bowl.

"Is such a small bowl enough?"

"A mountain doesn't have to be high to be magical, but if there are immortals, it will be magical. A mountain doesn't have to be rich to be magical, but if there is something magical, it will be magical."

Chu Hua sighed, every word of Uncle Jiu is a classic...

"This dress is not suitable to wear tonight."

Uncle Ming saw Uncle Jiu taking off his Taoist robe and asked him for it.

"Wear it if you like... I hope you'll be alright later."

Chu Hua thinks that Uncle Jiu is up to something bad. Although he usually looks serious, he is actually very bad!

"You are so bad~ I like it so much..."

Uncle Jiu looked helplessly at Chu Hua who was clinging to him. He felt sorry for her for having to endure several days with him and wanted to let her rest. Having a man here was enough.

But this girl, even though she was obviously very sleepy, still stubbornly stayed with him.

But it's nice to have someone to accompany me...

Uncle Jiu sat in front of the prison. He looked up and saw the fine hair on the rope falling down. Here it comes...

Boom boom boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door and everyone focused.

Uncle Ming also picked up the basin of chicken blood, ready to throw it over at any time.

The person at the door opened the door, and without even looking carefully, he poured a whole basin of chicken blood over there.

"Niu Ji sent you white porridge, man, what do you mean?"

Uncle Ming had no choice but to pay compensation and ask the other party to make another trip.

Boom boom boom!

"Isn't there enough money?"

Uncle Ming went over to open the door again, but unexpectedly, the door fell to the ground.

Chu Hua: Hey, this door is broken again. How many times has it been repaired? How about replacing it with a security door?

"Dabao? Why are you so ugly?"

Uncle Ming was relieved when he saw it was Dabao and comforted everyone.

But in Dabao's eyes, he is just an annoying eagle!

"Hey, Dabao, what the hell are you doing?"

Uncle Ming was chased by him and ran around everywhere, with wounds all over his body from being bitten by him.

Uncle Jiu and I, Chu Hua, were leisurely watching the show in the cell.

"Why don't you help?"

Uncle Ming looked at Uncle Jiu who was about to fall asleep, and felt a little resentful.

"Will everything be alright if you take off your robe?"

"Why did you lend it to me if you knew this?"

Uncle Ming was pinned against the wall and beaten by Dabao again.

"It's you who wants to be so proud!"

Seeing Uncle Ming’s cowardly look, Uncle Jiu could only open the door to rescue him, while Chu Hua watched in the prison.

coming……

Chu Huan leaned there and dozed off. The witch cut the net above, opened the cell, and tried to rescue her little brother.

But she didn't know that her two younger brothers had been replaced, and the ones there now were Qiu Sheng and A Wei.

Uncle Ming finally escaped Dabao's pursuit and wanted to hide in the prison. However, he didn't expect to come face to face with the banshee as soon as he entered and locked the door.

"I saw nothing, nothing!"

Playing dead is often the best way to escape...

Obviously, Uncle Ming is also very successful.

The witch was in a hurry to save people, and she didn't care much about small fry like Uncle Ming who were afraid of death.

She went in and untied the chains on both of their hands, and when she tried to pull them away to escape, she was tied up with ropes soaked in black dog blood.

However, Qiu Sheng and Wencai were not as strong as the witch, and when they closed the door, the two were dragged inside.

Chu Hua opened the door before the two men were killed, and the two men quickly escaped.

Now, Chu Hua stood opposite the banshee, holding the disguised Duan Nian.

Chu Hua brandished her sword, and the silver-white blade drew sharp tracks in the dim sky like a meteor.

The banshee was caught off guard and was wounded by Chu Hua's sword. Her howls echoed in the night sky. Every swing of Chu Hua's sword was aimed precisely at the banshee's vital points. The dark blood that glowed faintly in the moonlight proved that her attack was not in vain.

When Uncle Jiu heard the noise, he quickly opened the door to help Chu Hua.

The two of them worked together perfectly and caught the banshee off guard.

Her original intention was to save her younger brother, but when she was going up the stairs, she stepped on a mechanism and both of them were hanged.

She let out a wail, her fierce gaze lingering on Chu Hua and Uncle Jiu, obviously holding them responsible for this.

She fought with Uncle Jiu and the others without caring about anything. In fact, apart from being able to shake off snakes, insects, rats and ants and having great strength, she had no other skills.

Every dodge and counterattack of the banshee was full of threat. It waved its sharp claws and lightning-like tentacles, and commanded bats to fly everywhere, creating gusts of harsh wind.

However, Chu Hua's eyes became more determined during the battle. She seemed to have found the pattern of the banshee's movements and began to predict every possible attack direction. Chu Hua's sword tip began to capture those tiny clues, like countless lotus flowers blooming in the dark night, quiet and deadly.

The air around them was filled with the tension and sparks of battle, and every collision was accompanied by the vibration of metal and the hiss of electricity.

"Chuhua, be careful."

Although the two of them could deal with the banshee with ease, accidents could still happen.

The witch almost hurt Chu Hua several times, and it was Uncle Jiu who pulled her away to avoid it.

Finally, the witch was stabbed by Uncle Jiu's golden sword, and she knew she had no way out.

So she gathered up her last bit of strength and ran to the well, thrust the Golden Money Sword into her chest, and then fell to the bottom of the well.

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"