Ninth-level fairy

The old woman in shroud had a gloomy and ferocious look on her face. The pale nails on her hands were almost a foot long and hung on the ground. She looked at Hei Xuan, then at Du Fang, who was warming himself by the fire with his head down.

"Are you Yin Lao?"

Taoist Hei Xuan had a cold face as he calculated the combat strength of both sides. He couldn't even deal with the two evil monsters alone, let alone a more powerful one coming at this time.

The old lady in shrouds laughed and said, "Little Taoist priest from Yuzhen Temple, I heard from my daughter that you got a good thing and want to give it to me as a filial gift, right?"

"Yin Xie, you wish for the best. That's the Taoist's hard work. How could I possibly honor you with it? Dream on!"

Yin Lao's pale nails suddenly grew larger and slashed towards the Black Xuan Taoist's throat. A hoarse voice in her throat said, "The spiritual weapon will be released, and everyone will have a share. Little Taoist priest of Yuzhen Temple, you don't want me to drag Wu Lao over here, right?"

Hearing the words "Wu Lao", Du Fang's body suddenly trembled.

Taoist Hei Xuan took off his black Taoist robe and four apricot-yellow flags were stuck on his waist.

At this moment, he was standing in the middle of the yard, almost like a great demon. Four yellow stars appeared on the flag, and when they touched the pale nails, a few points of talisman ashes fell to the ground.

He glanced at Yin Lao coldly, "Don't try to scare me with your witch master. If you don't get out of here, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and send you to see the King of Hell!"

"How dare you, a mere ox-nosed creature, possess such a divine object!"

As soon as Yin Lao finished speaking, countless hairs and green vines crawled back over the courtyard wall, bringing with them an overwhelming stench and rushing towards where Taoist Hei Xuan was standing.

Hei Xuan held a wooden sword in his hand and looked at Du Fang who was concentrating on carving. The three ghosts opposite him, and the aura emitted from the shadow of Yin Lao, were even more terrifying than the three mirrors on the stairs.

Although he looked very calm at this moment, he knew in his heart that it was all an act. The three ghosts were all here to fight for the newborn baby. If he showed any fear, he would be defeated before the battle even begins, and his nine years of hard work would be wasted.

Hei Xuan had only one thought in his mind. He couldn't see Du Fang's strength clearly, so he just prayed in his heart:

"I hope what he said about coming from Lingxiao Mountain is true. If it is just a lie, I am afraid both of them will die at the hands of these ghosts today."

It's a big gamble.

While he was still pondering, his long white hair had already curled around his ankles.

Taoist Hei Xuan shouted, "Yin Xie, look at the sword!"

A blue light flashed at the wrist, and a sword slashed at the hair.

This time, there was no hissing sound like last time. Yin Lao opened her mouth and spit out a black gas, which filled the yard.

The black gas condensed into a line, circled around the Taoist's neck three times, and dragged his body out horizontally.

Taoist Hei Xuan screamed, "Save me..."

However, Du Fang seemed not to hear and concentrated on carving the wood sculpture in his hand.

Hei Xuan's heart immediately sank: "This guy is a fake!"

At this moment, the fire in the yard was ignited by Hei Xuan's ankle, and sparks scattered everywhere.

Du Fang suddenly stood up and said calmly, "I told you not to touch my fire!"

He threw the bag in his hand away, and suddenly a shrill scream came from the darkness:

"Who is this master who dares to interfere in the affairs of Wu Lao? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Du Fang climbed up the wall and stood on the gate. His eyes had turned cold. He stared at the three strange figures in the darkness and shouted:

"Get out of here right now! I'll only count to three!"

Suddenly, a sharp scream sounded from behind, and the entire Zhang family's bridal chamber was lifted up by something and began to creak as it moved towards the darkness.

At the same time, white hair pierced from the front and green vines entangled Du Fang's feet.

Du Fang was wearing coarse cloth clothes that fluttered in the cold wind. His bag was torn open, and a yellow light rose up. He swung three swords in succession and slashed at the ground.

The sword energy breaks through the ground.

There was a muffled groan in the darkness, and the house finally stopped moving. At the same time, Yin Lao stretched out her long nails and threw out three things in her hand.

There was a living person and two funerary objects.

Du Fang flew down, stretched out his hand, grabbed the Black Xuan Taoist's body, and with a flick of his long sword, the two underworld artifacts shattered.

Yin Lao groaned in pain and cried out:

"The idea is too tough, retreat!"

There was a rustling sound in the darkness. Du Fang didn't even look at it. He directly carried Hei Xuan in and threw him on the snow. He sat down by the campfire again and lit the flames.

From drawing the sword to retracting the body, this series of actions was completed so quickly and so gorgeously.

The first thing Hei Xuan saw when he got up was Old Zhang's bridal chamber. Fortunately, the soul-soothing incense was still there and no strange screams were heard from the room.

He felt relieved and bowed to Du Fang, "Thank you for your help, sir!"

I originally thought that according to the etiquette of the underworld, Du Fang would just say "thank you" and it was just a small favor.

Unexpectedly, Du Fang rolled his eyes and asked:

"How can you thank me?"

This question stumped Taoist Hei Xuan. The most precious thing on him was the copper furnace, which had been upgraded to a second-grade spiritual weapon. Apart from that, he had nothing else of value.

He couldn't help but stammer, "I... my magic weapon, do you think it will work?"

He took out the copper furnace hesitantly. When he wanted to hand it over, he felt reluctant and held the furnace tightly. Unexpectedly, Du Fang said without even looking up:

"Put that broken thing away! You can't even get into the warehouse at Lingxiao Mountain!"

Taoist Hei Xuan put it away awkwardly and sat aside, not knowing what to say.

"Anything else of value?"

"No, this is the only treasure I have. Since you don't like it, I can only go to Yuzhen Temple to look through it. If I see anything valuable, I will personally deliver it to the mountain one day."

Although he spoke humbly, he was cursing in his heart. The man in front of him was relying on his high level of cultivation to act like a robber.

Du Fang raised his head and looked at the wedding room intentionally. Hei Xuan caught his gaze and suddenly shuddered.

He glanced at the darkness outside the door.

Du Fang laughed and said, "Do you think I covet the green fetus you refined?"

"I dare not! If you want it, just take it."

"I have no use for your ghost cultivators' stuff, and the sword masters in Lingxiao Mountain probably don't need it either. I saved your life, so you should at least show some appreciation, right?"

Hei Xuan was secretly complaining in his heart, but he was very respectful:

"Sir, just tell me what you want. As long as I can do it, I will do my best!"

"Okay, come on! I want you to live two years longer!"

Taoist Hei Xuan was suddenly stunned. They were a clan of ghost cultivators, and what they did was against the harmony of heaven and earth. They often dealt with dead people and corpses. Their lifespan was not long to begin with. If they took away two years of their lifespan, what good would it be for them to cultivate?

Looking at the hesitant look of Taoist Hei Xuan.

Du Fang sighed leisurely, "Tonight's night is going to be very long. Now that those three ghosts have left, that 'Witch Master' might be here soon!"

Taoist Hei Xuan gritted his teeth and looked at Du Fang: "Sir, are you sure you can kill Wu Lao?"

"So what if I have it, so what if I don't?"

"As long as you can ensure the smooth birth of this baby, I can give you two years of life!"

"Okay, deal!"

Du Fang immediately stood up, clapped his hand on his shoulder, and with a whistle, a very small mouse emerged from his body. It was only half an inch long, pitch black, with two very smart eyes and duck webbed claws. It jumped onto the head of Hei Xuan Taoist.

"Do you want it now?" Hei Xuan's voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

"It's ok after the deal is done. I'm not afraid of you defaulting on your debt anyway!"

The mouse jumped back onto the back of Du Fang's hand, staring at the Taoist with its two round eyes.

Hei Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that every moment he could delay was a moment better. In case that old Wu didn't come, he would save two years of his life.

He looked at the pitch-black rat in front of him and asked, "Does the Lingxiao Mountain method of taking away a person's life span use a spirit beast like this?"

Du Fang laughed: "What kind of spiritual beast is this? It's just something I caught on the street! It's no different from the rats that stole sesame oil in your Taoist temple!"

Taoist Hei Xuan stared at the duck web on the mouse's paw. This thing was weird, and that was what made it weird.

Could this thing be a cross between a duck and a mouse? But in all my decades of life, I've never heard of ducks and mice mating.

Du Fang seemed to see his gaze, and with a whistle, the mouse immediately returned to his arms.

The two of them were at a loss for words and remained silent, with only the crackling sound of firewood being heard.

In this quiet night, suddenly a shrill baby cry was heard, which made people feel creepy.