"Amitabha, I hope the donor will mourn you."

In the simple room, Su Luo clasped his hands together and comforted him.

As for the three guys killed by the illusory figures, Su Luo didn't even look at them. Such a bastard is not to be jealous of death!

"Why is this happening?"

Xu Yue collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly, and burst into tears.

For Xu Yue now, her husband's death in battle is undoubtedly the last straw that crushed her.

"Yue...er..."

The illusory figure trembled slightly, trying to reach out to wipe away the tears for his wife, but found that it still couldn't touch it.

He was able to kill a young man and two strong men, and he relied entirely on the power of Yinsha. When facing his wife, it was naturally impossible to use Yinsha.

At the same time, when he heard the news that his son had died in battle, the old man felt as if he was hit hard and fell into a coma on the spot.

Seeing this, Su Luo quickly activated a trace of energy and integrated into the old man's body.

"mother!"

Witnessing this scene, the illusory figure immediately rushed to the edge of the bed, looking panicked, and there was no trace of the murderous look just now.

"Don't worry, she's fine."

Su Luo stopped the illusory figure and reminded: "You are a ghost now, and your yin energy is too heavy to get close to her."

Ordinary people may not be affected, but the elderly are old and are hit by this blow, and they cannot withstand the erosion of the yin energy at all.

"I…"

Hearing this, the illusory figure was forced to stop and gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm not willing!"

"I'm not willing!"

"I'm not willing!"

The illusory figure roared to the sky, and the originally restrained resentment erupted again, increasing madness, and even faintly became an evil spirit.

He was stationed in the border for the country and died in the battlefield, but his mother and wife were bullied by scum. How could the illusory figure tolerate it?

"Amitabha."

Su Luo's face was solemn, and he immediately covered the illusory figure with golden light, forcibly swallowing the resentment.

You should know that once you become an evil spirit, you will completely lose consciousness and kill innocent people. At that time, Su Luo can only destroy them.

"Donor, you are dead,"

Su Luo said in a deep voice: "If you continue like this, you will only become an evil spirit and be killed and will never be reborn!"

"So what!"

The illusory figure struggled in the golden light, with a hideous and terrifying expression.

His mind is blank now, full of resentment, and he only has one idea, kill! Kill! Kill!

"Don't you even care about your mother and wife?"

Su Luo's voice was like a bell, mixed with spiritual consciousness, which directly dispelled all resentment.

As soon as this said, the illusory figure suddenly stopped, then gradually calmed down and muttered to himself: "But... I, I am dead, what should I do."

As he said that, the illusory figure left tears. He stayed at the border for ten years. Even when he fought with the enemy and fell into a Jedi, Fan Xian had never been as helpless as he is now.

"Amitabha, donor, I can help you."

Su Luo changed his tone and said lightly.

Fan Xian raised his head and looked at Su Luo:

"Why should I trust you?"

"Donor, have you forgotten? I sent you home."

Su Luo patiently said: "The little monk promises that he will take good care of your mother and wife in the future."

"real?"

Fan Xian's eyes finally shone, that's hope.

Although the two did not know each other, and even until now, Fan Xian didn't know the other party's name, it was certain that Su Luo had indeed traveled thousands of miles and sent him home.

Otherwise, Fan Xian, who had no idea where he was floating and lost, would almost never be able to return here.

But if it weren't for a kind-hearted person, how could he do such a thankless thing?

What's more, Su Luo is a monk.

"If you break your promise, you will never be repaid."

Su Luo's decisive way.

"Thank you, Master."

Fan Xian knelt straight down, extremely excited.

The reason why he turned into a ghost was because of his obsession with his family and worried about his mother and wife. Now that there are practitioners who are willing to take care of him, Fan Xian is of course happy.

"Can I... see her again?"

Su Luo didn't say much, and waved his hand to remove the golden light.

"Yue'er."

Fan Xian came to Xu Yue's side.

"Brother Xian!"

Xu Yue's eyes were dim and she was about to faint.

"Stop crying."

Fan Xian smiled relievedly: "Life well."

Leaving this sentence, Fan Xian's figure slowly faded until it completely disappeared.

"Brother Xian!"

Xu Yue shouted, but no one responded.

"Amitabha, donor, please mourn."

Su Luo's expression was complicated and sighed: "We'd better leave as soon as possible."

Although the young man and two strong men deserve to die, they have three lives after all. And depending on the situation, the young man's family is quite powerful here, so Xu Yue and the old man must not be allowed to continue living here.

“Where to go?”

Xu Yue was confused.

"Yuanshan Town."

Su Luo thought about something and had already made plans in his mind.

...

Crunch.

Pushing open the door, Bai Suwei sat in the courtyard in disappointment. It has been two days since Master Xinyuan has not come back yet.

Otherwise, let’s go into seclusion and practice first?

Bai Suwei was a little confused.

Since reaching the peak of Yuandan realm under Su Luo's great healing technique, Bai Suwei's strength has increased greatly, and she can still suppress her even when facing the chief disciples of the five major sects.

The most important thing is that she has obtained a lot of cultivation resources in Linlang Fantasy Realm. As long as she calms down, she can impact the Creation Realm at any time. If it were someone else, she would probably have been in seclusion long ago.

Just as Bai Suwei was hesitating, a golden light flashed and landed in the yard in an instant.

"who!"

Bai Suwei was shocked and was about to raise her hand, but she found that it was Su Luo. She immediately said happily: "Mr. Xinyuan!"

"Hey, these two are..."

"Amitabha, donor white."

Su Luo did not hide it and quickly told Bai Suwei about the whole incident.

"Oh oh oh, so that's it, no problem, live here with me."

Bai Suwei patted her chest, and said nothing.

Anyway, the house she bought is very big, with seven or eight rooms, and can accommodate three people.

"Donor, how about you stay here for the time being?"

Su Luo turned his head and looked at Xu Yue and the old man wrapped in golden light.
To be continued...