Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

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"Ladies and gentlemen, no one has come here for a long time. Daughters, please offer the guests some tea first, and I will serve the dishes right away." The woman chuckled, then swallowed again and walked quickly towards the house.

The teeth rubbed against each other continuously, and were particularly sharp.

The souls of young people are simply superb!

"Dear guests, you..." Before the women could come forward, Heishan had already flashed in front of them and blocked their way.

"Serve the food and drinks!"

"how old are you?"

Yang Lingxiao looked at the painted-skin ghost at the back with a bit of evil interest. That's right, all the people here are painted-skin ghosts. Not only that, these painted-skin ghosts also have the mark of the underworld on their bodies.

Only ghosts that have been branded can be sent to reincarnate.

It seems that he can get another world and become the Yin Emperor.

Actually, it’s no wonder when you think about it. Here, mortals are just a group of dispensable pawns.

And those judges are the chess players on the chessboard.

"I'm two hundred years old!"

"Snapped!"

Montenegro slapped him aside.

"My master asks you, how old are you?"

Painted Skin Ghost: “…”

Doesn't this mortal understand what people say?

"Snapped!"

Another slap came down.

"My master is asking you how many years have you been dead!"

"Three, three hundred years!"

The Painted Skin Ghost shrank back and uttered a word subconsciously.

"You idiot!"

The woman who was watching on the side and the woman hiding in the dark roared, and then each of them urged their ghost energy to rush towards the direction where the few people were.

"I was planning to save it for dinner, but I didn't know you guys were really capable. Now die!"

"Death... Ugh!"

Heishan grabbed the woman's neck casually, and without even looking at her, he grabbed her and moved her towards the distance. The blades collided, and a series of sparks flew everywhere.

"My Lord is before you, and you still dare to hold a knife?"

Heishan turned around and rushed out, directly facing a Taoist who was holding a blade and had his eyes closed. The Taoist changed his hands again, but was blown away by Heishan's momentum.

"The idea is hard to come by, so make it quick and decisive!"

The remaining few Painted Skin Ghosts continued to attack, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of Yang Lingxiao and Taoist Simu.

"Nephew, you come or I..."

"thunder!"

Without waiting for Taoist Simu to finish his words, Yang Lingxiao pointed his sword out without even looking at him.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared in the void, and the human skins of several Painted Skin Ghosts were immediately scattered, revealing bloody, rotten and smelly human figures.

"Boom!"

Thunder struck again, and those painted-skin ghosts were crushed into ashes with fear in their eyes.

"When you die, you should go to where the dead should go, right?" Yang Lingxiao glanced at the childhood shadow of his previous life, and then asked slowly.

"...The underworld, the underworld is in chaos; the King of Hell has not appeared, and now all matters under the underworld are handed over to the judges to handle.

If you want to be reborn now, you need money. Those without money will be expelled from the underworld or captured by the Yin-Yang Dharma King and taken to the Yin-Yang Demon Realm."

"Master, please spare my life. I won't dare to do it again. It was the Yin-Yang Dharma King who forced me to do it. He forced me to do it!"

Seeing that Heishan had easily wiped out his so-called mother, the remaining Painted Skin Ghost pleaded in a trembling voice.

"You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die!"

"Kill him!"

Yang Lingxiao gave the order casually.

Fu Meng immediately pounced forward and crushed the painted-skin ghost into nothingness with his sharp claws.

Who is worthy enough to shout about eating dog meat?

Do you really think I’m a vegetarian?

"who are you?!"

The blind Taoist who was slapped away by Heishan's palm flashed out again, holding a sword and pointing at several people from a distance.

He looked alert, as if the Black Mountain in the distance was some kind of monster.

This was the first time he encountered such a powerful demon.

As ferocious as a ghost and as violent as a wolf.

He had only heard about such things from his own master.

Today, I'm afraid I'll die here.

"Yan Chixia?"

Yang Lingxiao casually put away his folding fan, and then looked at Yan Chixia, who was tense and vigilant.

"How do you know this poor Taoist?"

The suspicion on Yan Chixia's face became even more pronounced.

Suddenly, bursts of extremely noisy horse hoofbeats sounded from afar, accompanied by bursts of demonic aura.

"The angel has arrived, why don't you show up, you bunch of dogs?" A voice roared, blasting dust and sparks on the ground.

Yan Chixia's ears twitched slightly, and then he pulled out a dagger from his hand beside him. After a moment's thought, he warned in a deep voice, "I don't care where you guys are from. It's not too late to run now, otherwise you won't be able to leave."

"Yin Yang Dharma King...what kind of chaos is this damn world trying to create?"

"Angels are coming!!"

Waves of ghost energy surged up and turned into hurricane-like hurricanes that pounced on the few people.

But before they could form a body, Taoist Simu threw his golden dragon and phoenix coffin out with his backhand. The coffin turned over and hit the ghosts and demons in the face, shattering them into pieces.

The giant sword fell to the ground and he raised his hand to strike down.

“Imperial Command!!”

Strands of golden electric arcs rushed out along the ground, killing all the remaining ghosts and demons.

"My dear nephew, what do you think of my uncle's trick?"

Taoist Simu turned around and asked proudly.

"Uncle Master, be careful!"

"Awesome! Uncle Master knows himself... Damn it, where did this thing come from?"

Looking at the steel knife that was only half an inch away from his crotch, Taoist Simu raised his hand and struck out with a palm thunder, turning the ghosts and monsters hiding underground into flying ashes.

My dear master, I was almost going to meet you.

Many ghosts and demons died, and the black clouds in the sky suddenly condensed into the shape of a skull, and then a hideous and harsh sound came from it.

"Who, who killed my Yin Yang Dharma King's men, who?"

"Fu Meng, leave some marks, and strike back when you have some free time."

Yang Lingxiao didn't pay much attention to it. After choosing a direction, he flew away.

Yan Chixia?

Excuse me!

In his mind, there is only one hero named Yan, who is still fighting monsters and demons in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story... As for this one, he can only be considered a Taoist priest with some murderous intentions.

"My dear nephew, wait for your uncle!" Taoist Simu turned over and sat on the golden coffin, letting the four martial kings carry it up and chase it away.

For a moment, only Fu Meng and Yan Chixia remained there.

"Where..."

"He Fang, you second uncle, smash it to pieces for me!"

Fu Meng roared, and a green fluorescence appeared between his eyebrows.

The halo kept turning, piercing through the skull in the air and landing on the body of the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Want to erase?

Excuse me!

I am Di Ting. Do you understand the value of Di Ting?

"Taoist priest, this is the true way to exorcise demons!"

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