Chapter 158 Deserve to Kill!

After hearing the prison warden's arrogant words, Zheng Qiuting and the other man did not show it on their faces, but inwardly he thought over and over again, and finally he said, "The immortals and Buddhas are high above us, how can ordinary people comment on them?" and passed the topic over.

When they came out of the small temple, it was getting dark. The prison warden naturally could not live with Zheng Chunni, as it would ruin the girl's innocence, so he moved into Zheng Qiuting's house, the original residence of his son.

The warden asked a few questions, and Zheng Qiuting only said, "It has been many years since he passed away. He was injured by a demon and there is no medicine to cure him."

As the night deepened, Liudi Village was utterly silent, with barely a sound of dogs barking.

The sky was lowered and it was pitch dark. It was the time when ghosts were wreaking havoc.

Suddenly a breeze blew, passing over the big willow tree at the entrance of the village. With a whistle sound, a hazy shadow appeared at the entrance of the village.

His feet did not touch the ground, floating in the air. He turned around and transformed into a woman. Although she was not a beauty, she was quite pretty. As her body moved, the gray miasma dissipated.

The woman walked past the village entrance, came to the first house at the entrance of the village, and knocked on the door gently.

"Is there anyone here? I want to see you."

The snoring in the room suddenly stopped, and there was a rustling sound, probably someone got up.

"Who?"

"Please let my brother know that I happened to pass by here. It's late at night and it's cold. I have no rice or water in my stomach. Please have mercy on me and take me in for one night." As she spoke, the woman's sobbing could be heard.

The people in the house were in a panic, as if something had been knocked over. Which woman would dare to knock on the door alone in the dead of night? She might have attracted ghosts.

"It's very messy here, and you're a woman, so you can't stay overnight. There's a temple at the other end of the village. The monks there are kind-hearted. You can go there." The person in the house walked to the door quietly and put out his hand to push against it. The old people often said that there are door gods at the doors, and if a wild ghost knocks on the door, it can't get in unless you open it.

The woman heard the sound of teeth clashing inside the door, smiled softly, and blew a breath towards the crack of the door: "I am tired and can't walk. Brother, please be kind and open the door!"

He squeezed through the crack of the door in one breath, and the person inside replied in a daze, "Yes, I'll open it right away."

Just as he was about to open the door, the willow leaves rustled, and the man in the house suddenly woke up. He was a little scared, and shouted loudly to encourage himself: "That woman, don't use any tricks. There are gods and living Buddhas in my village. If you disturb them, they will beat you to death. Don't blame me for not warning you."

The voice then turned lower: "I have no grudge against you, and I have never had any grudges with anyone. Please leave quickly!"

He was a little anxious. He had shouted so loudly, but why hadn't Mr. Zheng and Monk Faqing come to rescue him? He was also afraid of disturbing the neighbors and endangering their lives. He was very anxious and worried.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was no sound outside the house and the man took two steps back.

"Did I drink him away?"

After hesitating for a while, he leaned forward and whispered as he peeked through the crack of the door. He was scared to death when he saw that there was a red eye looking inside through the crack of the door, and the man blinked twice when he got closer.

The woman giggled twice, as if she had had enough of the fun, and she pushed the door gently, and it opened.

"Brother, you have a cruel heart. I am a weak girl, but the door didn't open even when I called. The cold wind froze me to death," the girl said, raising her hand, her fingernails stretched out like sharp knives, "Let me, your sister, open my heart to you and tell you my true feelings. I will see how hard your heart is."

The man fell on his back and said, "You... don't come over here. There is a sword master in my village. If you make any move, I will definitely take your head!"

“Hahaha, I’ve covered the surroundings. No matter how you howl, not a single bit of you can get through.” The woman’s face turned pale as she spoke. “Let’s get close!”

After saying that, he pounced forward.

boom--

"Alas, the show that I couldn't stand watching is finally coming to an end." The warden dropped from the sky and slammed down hard, stepping on the ghost girl's chest with his iron boots. "I say, you two are determined to have me take action, right?"

"Amitabha." Fa Qing shouted the Buddha's name, and bursts of golden light dispelled the evil spirit that was like fog and miasma. "I am the elder and my younger brother is the younger. Naturally, I have to do the hard work. It is not right for me, the elder, to do the work and the younger one to watch." His identity had been confirmed in the evening, and the prison warden only said that he was seventeen years old.

"Cough cough."

The sound of wheels was heard, and Zheng Qiuting was carried into the door. Without saying a word, he patted the wooden wheelchair under the seat. It goes without saying, I am a disabled person!
The prison warden shook his head, pinched the ghost girl's neck with his gauntlet, and looked at her carefully, while his mecha spewed out bursts of steam.

The female ghost looked at the armored man in front of her. Through the gap in the mask, she could see the blazing eyes inside. It was weird and strange, and she couldn't tell who was the evil ghost.

"How come this ghost seems to have no brains and is so brave, it just barged in like that." The prison wardens grabbed the female ghost and stood up. The female ghost wanted to struggle, so he shook her hard, and the female ghost's body drooped in his hands like soft noodles.

"It's not surprising. Ghosts are born with incompleteness, and fierce ghosts are full of resentment. It's good that she can still speak and do things in an orderly manner." Fa Qing said, and then walked towards the owner of the house. With golden light on his palm, he stroked the man's forehead and said, "Go to sleep, otherwise you will be frightened and get seriously ill."

With a palm strike, wisps of black air dissipated from the man's body, and were extinguished by the golden light.

"Please spare my life, Immortal, please spare my life." The female ghost finally reacted and struggled and shouted.

"What do you mean, kill him?" Zheng Qiuting raised the sword in his hand.

The warden shook his head and looked at the female ghost: "Where are you from? I must have swept this area of ​​demons and ghosts before, there are almost no ghosts left."

Before the ghost girl answered, Fa Qing and Zheng Qiuting were shocked: "I thought things were pretty peaceful these days, with no ghosts coming to attack us, but it turns out someone has been killing us!"

"I... I am under the command of the Yinshan Ghost King. I was asked to come out to investigate. I just wanted to have a quick bite. If the immortal lets me go, I will be your slave." The female ghost blurted out everything.

The prison warden had never heard of the name of Yinshan Ghost King, but Faqing and Zheng Qiuting knew it, and their faces darkened.

"That female ghost, are you talking about the old ghost from Yinshan who is the bully of the underworld and occupied the City of the Dead?" Zheng Qiuting asked.

Seeing that someone recognized her, the female ghost was overjoyed, but she did not dare to bully others or say threatening words. The ghost king's reputation was frightening, but it was not her turn to show off his power. Her life was her own, and if she said more threatening words, she was afraid that death would come.

"It is the old ghost from Yinshan. He wants to take advantage of the opening of the ghost gates on July 15th to attack the world of the living from the underworld. He has sent some ghosts as pioneers to collect intelligence for support. A small group of ghost soldiers has already come through the road to the underworld," the female ghost said all at once to save her life, and pointed out her own value. "I can be a spy for the immortal, gathering information for the immortal. You are too human to hide. I am still useful as a little ghost, so please don't kill me!"

'July 15th, which is seven days later, it's still in time'

The prison warden did not inherit any of Gu Qingyuan's magical powers. He could comprehend them, but he took a different path and made some choices, so he was unable to hear the heartbeat.

He cursed inwardly, the old ghosts from the underworld were about to come and attack, what should Dongquan do?

The two of them had their own division of labor. The prison keeper cleaned up the human world, and Dongquan rectified the underworld. As for Gu Qingyuan... he was idle.

"I just rested for half a night and there's work to do again. What a hard life." The prison wardens raised his hand to cover his chest. Under the mecha was a heart formed by the sublimated light and the will of all living beings. It beat violently a few times, and streams of power flowed through the body and covered the mecha. The dark red dotted on the bright black armor gradually melted and penetrated, like a spider web wrapped around the mecha, flashing with the prison wardens breathing, like flowing photon blood.

Large wings transformed from crimson light spread out behind it, one piece, two pieces, a total of four pieces on the left and right. They seemed unreal and kept trembling, making a buzzing sound that could not be detected by ordinary people.

'Particle Light Wing has been activated, loading flight mode.'

The warden held up the female ghost and said, "Kill the dead leaves in autumn, cut the cold wind in winter, you are seeking death!"

It rises into the sky and turns into a stream of light in the sky.

(End of this chapter)