The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

"I advise you to think it over carefully."

When the old bull head said this, his eyes fell on Lu Zhaoling's bracelet.

When he saw that Lu Zhaoling was wearing a bracelet, he was not afraid at all.

No matter what level of cultivation one has, wearing the bracelet will suppress it. The bracelet cannot be removed by oneself, and must be retrieved by the on-duty ghost messenger when leaving the ghost market.

So what is he afraid of?

"I've thought it through clearly. What if I act like a bully this time and forcefully buy this Vitality Stone?"

Lu Zhaoling raised an eyebrow and said arrogantly, "Think carefully. Do you want to accept the five taels and make this deal with both parties, or do you want me to tear down your shop?"

"Little girl, are you thinking too much? Here at Old Bull Head's place, I only force sales, I've never encountered anyone being forced to buy."

As the old bull head spoke sinisterly, he picked up a cigarette.

mace.

In Lu Zhaoling's eyes, the mace was wrapped in thick black corpse and death aura, and was stained with many lives.

Her expression turned cold.

This is a murderous weapon. Old Bullhead killed at least five people with this mace.

When he picked up the mace and swung it again, Lu Zhaoling could even hear the whimpering of a few wronged souls.

This mace must be specially made, with something hidden inside that can pull out the soul after killing someone.

I heard that some ghost cultivators would buy living souls...

Among the old ghosts that Lu Zhaoling killed just now, two showed signs of having devoured living souls.

If they were old Bull Head's regular customers, they might have bought souls from him before.

Lu Zhaoling's sleeve was gently pulled.

She heard the boy's light and somewhat fearful voice behind her.

"Sister, the mace in his hand tastes very strange, you have to be careful."

Lu Zhaoling was now certain that this young man's nose could smell a special scent, and it might not be an ordinary smell.

"You two retreat to the corner and protect your sister." Lu Zhaoling didn't look back and stuffed two amulets into the boy's hand. "Keep them."

The boy took the talisman and immediately pulled his sister to hide in a corner. He stretched out his foot to hook a bench over, ready to use it as a weapon at any time.

"Xiao Ruo, put the talisman away." He gave his sister a talisman, put one in his pocket, stood the bench upright, and looked at Lu Zhaoling nervously.

"Brother, can she win?" the little girl asked in a low voice, hiding behind him.

"Sure."

The young man now believes in Lu Zhaoling very much. He thinks that Lu Zhaoling will definitely be able to defeat the old bull head.

"Your soul is very good!"

The old bull head stared at Lu Zhaoling and swung his mace at her fiercely.

The blow came with terrible force, slanting towards her neck.

It was obvious that he wanted to break her neck with one move.

It was for her life.

The old bull head has set his eyes on Lu Zhaoling’s soul!

He saw that the girl's soul was golden. If swallowed raw, it would allow the ghost cultivator to break through in one fell swoop and instantly reach the first level of ghost immortal.

This is what the boss who has been hiding for many years wants most! If we can give this girl to him, we will definitely be able to please the super boss!

Then he won’t have to open a small shop here!

From now on, he might be able to walk around the entire underworld with his own will!

The wind whistled and rushed over with a murderous aura.

Lu Zhaoling lowered his head, twisted his waist very flexibly, reached up with both hands, grabbed the handle of the mace, and snatched it away.

The old bull head didn't expect that she would dare to reach out to grab his weapon. He raised his foot and kicked her waist hard, while pulling her hair with one hand.

If he caught her hair, he would pull her scalp off with all his might.

A flash of golden light appeared before his eyes, causing him to squint subconsciously. At this moment, Lu Zhaoling spun around, not only avoiding his kick, but also her hair flew across his hand, leaving him with nothing to grab.

At the same time, she took out a small bell from her hand and shook it violently.

A strange bell rang, sending out ripples of air that instantly filled the small shop.

Hit by such a gust of air, the old bull head froze in his movements and his eyes became a little dull.

At the moment he froze, Lu Zhaoling pinched his wrist hard, and with a slight click, his wrist joint was broken.

At the same time, the mace in his hand also fell into Lu Zhaoling's hands.

It's very heavy when you get it.

Most people might not even be able to lift it, but Lu Zhaoling is not an ordinary person.

She tightly grasped the mace that felt icy cold in her hand, and swung it up with great force, as if to smash the whole world to pieces, and smashed it towards the old bull head's shoulder.

Bang.

The old bull's mind, which had been paralyzed by the sound of the bell, was restored by the severe pain.

He screamed and fell out, hitting a table.

The wooden boxes on the table fell to the ground and the contents rolled out.

One by one, many of them are human eyes!

It was sealed with a wax ball, translucent, but the eyes were open.

The little girl in the corner looked over and met two eyes looking towards her, as if they were looking right at her.

"Ah! Brother!"

She screamed.

Some polished bone beads rolled out on the ground.

Those bone beads were attached with black resentment and scattered on the ground. The resentment curled up like wisps of black fireworks on the ground.

The temperature in the shop dropped significantly, and there was a chill.

The old bull head struggled to get up in disbelief, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Lu Zhaoling was scarier than seeing a ghost.

"No, it's impossible. Why isn't your cultivation suppressed by the bracelet?"

He doesn't believe it!

Why is she so powerful even with the bracelet?

Lu Zhaoling just glanced at the ghosts all over the ground, then rushed forward again, swinging the mace in his hand so hard that it left an afterimage, and started beating the old bull head wildly.

"Surprised? Unexpected? The bracelet has no suppressive effect on me."

The old bull head was beaten by her until he was only breathing his last breath and couldn't even scream.

"Xiaochen, Xiaoruo!"

An old man lifted the door curtain and walked in quickly, his voice trembling a little.

"Grandfather, we're here!"

The brother and sister cried out in surprise when they saw him.

The old man who came in was their grandfather.

He was carrying a long wooden box on his back. When he came in, he first saw his grandchildren and immediately pulled them to his side.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Grandpa, we're fine!"

The old man saw Lu Zhaoling who had just stopped.

She still held the mace in her hand and turned around with a cold and arrogant expression. She seemed to be getting a little excited about the fight, and her fierce and brutal aura was still not restrained.

The old man was stunned and slowly shifted his gaze to the motionless old bull head on the ground.

"Girl, you..."

"Hmm?" Lu Zhaoling raised his eyebrows.

"What's your grudge against Old Bull Head? After beating him up like this, aren't you afraid of being caught in the Ghost Market?"