Hearing something outside, Xiaoxiao hurriedly walked out of the kitchen. When she found Chang Jin back, she had a little joy on her pale face: "Brother, you are back!"

"Xiaoxiao, are you okay?" Chang Jin obviously found that his sister looked abnormal, her face was much paler than before, and there was a hint of blue and black between her eyebrows. He used his spiritual sense again and found that the white air above her head was constantly swallowed by several wisps of black air, almost shaking.

"I'm fine, I haven't had a good sleep these two nights and always have nightmares." Xiaoxiao answered.

"Squeak" At this time, the weasel screamed again.

Chang Jin's heart moved slightly and asked anxiously: "What kind of dream is it?"

"I can't explain it clearly, but when I sleep at night, I always dream that two ferocious ghosts came to our house. They carried a big stone and pressed on me. When I woke up, I couldn't see anything. I just fell asleep and it was this dream again. Until the chicken cried, the two little ghosts left..."

Hearing this, Chang Jin had already understood a little bit, that his sister must have been affected by ghosts. He asked in a deep voice: "Where have you been these days?"

"No, I have been weaving bamboo tools at home these days." Xiaoxiao replied in confusion.

"Oh..." After hearing this, Chang Jin was puzzled. When his sister was staying at home, there would be ghosts coming. I couldn't figure it out, so Chang Jin simply stopped thinking about it and just waited for the evening to come, and everything would naturally be clear.

It was a safe day. When the night came, Chang Jin used the meal early and sat at the desk with his sword waiting.

There is no entertainment in the countryside in this world at night, so after dinner, the villagers turned off the lights and went to bed. Soon, the whole village fell into silence, with only occasionally one or two barkings of dogs coming.

I sat at the desk and waited for more than an hour, but no abnormality occurred. Just when Chang Jin was a little impatient, I felt a sudden cold wind blowing in the yard and the whistle leaves were clattering.

At the same time, the weasel guarding him jumped up from the ground and screamed in a low voice.

"Here you come!" Chang Jin pulled out his sword and used his spiritual sense to sense it.

I saw black gas rising in the yard. After the black gas landed on the ground, it quickly divided into two groups, condensing into a large and small ferocious ghost. The slightly larger ghost opened its bloody mouth and spit out a piece of yellow paper.

The faint light flashed on the yellow paper, and after it landed, it turned into a huge rock weighing 100 kilograms. Then the two ghosts carried the huge rock and walked into the door.

Chang Jin was amazed in his heart. This was the first time he saw a ghost, and he actually had such a method.

The evil ghost floated into the door and was stunned when he saw Chang Jin. Then he carried the huge rock to approach him.

However, it was still more than a meter away from Chang Jin. They suddenly showed a terrified expression on their faces. The big stone whispered and quickly turned back to yellow paper.

The two ghosts were not feeling well, and their bodies quickly melted and turned into black fog again.

That's all? Chang Jin was slightly stunned, and then realized that it should be the effect of the magic pen in Nizhan Palace. He didn't expect that the effect of warding off evil spirits was so strong!

The matter was far from over. Seeing that the black fog was about to condense into a ghost body again, he made a quick decision and pulled out his sword and rushed forward. The sword light flashed, and hesitated twice, cutting the black fog open.

***

At this moment, in a house in the backyard of Baishuihe River Temple, Guo Shen Po sat in front of the divine case. In front of her, two incense candles were lit on the divine case, including a three-foot-high locust wood sign.

Guo Shen Po held three sandalwood sticks in his hand and muttered words. With those spells, runes flashed from time to time on the locust wood sign.

At this moment, the sign suddenly cracked and broke directly from the middle. It looked like it was split open by someone.

The next moment, Guo Shenpo also let out a shrill scream, and blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth. She didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but just screamed: "How is it possible? There were no accidents in the first two times, how did this time... who helped the poor scholar break my spell?"

Guo Shenpo used locust wood to feed ghosts, and her own essence and blood were also dripping from it. Now that the locust wood was broken, her soul was also severely damaged, and she felt extremely painful in her mind. However, she ignored her injuries at all, but chanted a spell in a hurry to recall the ghost.

This ghost was cultivated for more than ten years and was usually done by it. Although it is damaged now, it can only be restored by finding a piece of locust wood to raise it in a year or two.

***

Chang Jin naturally didn't know that the ghost was released by the witch Guo, but he felt that there was another black hand behind him. Seeing the black mist floating away, he immediately shouted at the weasel: "You are guarding at home, I will go back."

The ghost was injured and was floating and rising all the way, but the return speed was not fast.

Chang Jin carried a sword in his hand and released his spiritual sense, so he was not afraid of losing it.

Seeing the ghost approaching the direction of the River God Temple, he finally understood. Damn, it turned out to be the Goddess Guo! She had suffered a serious illness a few months ago and was still trying to make up her own ideas.

"Okay, okay, just come back." Guo Shenpo didn't know that someone was following the black fog behind her. When she saw the ghost returning safely, she felt extremely happy.

Chang Jin turned over and kicked open the wooden door.

"Chang Jin, why are you here?" Guo Shenpo was shocked when he saw the visitor and then calmed down.

"I'll take your life." Chang Jin didn't say too much nonsense and just raised his sword.

"Hehe, since I'm here to die, I'll give you my wish." Guo Shen Po took out a locust wood sign from his body and chanted a spell. He saw large groups of black gas coming out. Countless ferocious and terrifying faces could be seen in the black gas, as if there were hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

This is a killer weapon for the yin energy and resentment she collected from the grave of the year. It is usually raised with essence and blood. Once ordinary people come into contact with it, they will be invaded by the yin energy and fall to the ground and die. However, these resentment has not been completely refined, so they have never been taken out to use it. At this critical moment, they can't take so much care.

But it disappointed Guo Shenpo. As soon as the yin energy floated into Chang Jin's body, it seemed as if ice and snow melted and dissipated one after another.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chang Jin suddenly rushed forward, and the red sword light flashed, cutting Guo Shenpo's arm together.

"Ah..." In the pain, the witch Guo screamed repeatedly.

"Say, why do you want to harm my family?"

"If you have the surname Chang, you dare to hurt me. As long as I invite the God of River out, you will definitely destroy your entire family!"

"Say or not" Chang Jin's expression turned cold.

After killing Niu Er and others, Chang Jin was not careful about his life. Since the other party wanted to harm his life, he had to plan to die, so he didn't care about Guo's threat at all.

He believed that Goddess Guo had the ability to communicate with gods, but now the other party's hands were cut off, so it was impossible to burn incense and invite gods.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." Seeing the sword stabbing at the erect neck, Guo Shenpo hurriedly shouted: "It's Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu has paid me to do something and harm you."

"Is that true..." After getting the answer he wanted, Chang Jin shook his wrist and the head of the skull had rolled out. Then a faint shadow appeared, but it was the soul of the skull.

Chang Jin waved his sword and wanted to kill him, but saw the shadow hurriedly shouted: "Scholar, please spare me, please spare me, I am willing to recognize you as the master. Whoever is dissatisfied can send me to harm him. Please don't destroy my soul."

"Hehe" Chang Jin smiled coldly and waved his sword to slash the fog.

After killing Guo Shenpo, Chang Jin turned around and looked at the front hall of the He Shen Temple. No matter what, he left the temple and ran straight towards Qingshan Town.

I originally wanted to find trouble for Liu Zhisheng for a few days, but I never thought that he still did not give up. Since that is the case, I will completely end the matter tonight.

The Heshen Temple is only one mile away from Qingshan Town, and it took him a moment to arrive in the town. It is already midnight, and there is no entertainment in the town. At this moment, it is pitch black everywhere, and there is no one on the road, and only a few inns not far away are still on the lights.

Chang Jin walked through the alley. Although dogs barked from time to time, no one got up to check. The last time he came to Qingshan Town, he already knew where Liu Xuli's mansion was. This time he didn't take much effort to come to the back wall.

Although the house was covered by a wall, it could not stop Chang Jin from walking. He found a low place, then climbed up the wall with a tree, and jumped into the yard.

Seeing that one of the rooms had light, he immediately pressed his sword and heard a voice sounding inside: "Old Wang, do you think the witch Guo can kill the Chang's surname? Why do I always feel something is wrong? It's been a few days and there has been no movement."

It is Liu Zhisheng who speaks. Things are about themselves, and you will always feel something in the dark.

"Master, don't worry, you are one hundred. Guo Shenpo is very good at it. Didn't he let the poor scholar lie at home for more than a month? Since he agreed this time, the one with the surname Chang must have no way to survive." Then Wang Mazi's confident answer came.

It was really easy to find a place without any effort. Two dog thieves were together, saving themselves a lot of effort. Chang Jin was secretly happy and looked into the room through the window lattice. He saw the oil lamp in the room flashing with dim light, and the two sat at the square table and drank tea. There was a wall of books and paper behind Liu Zhisheng, and it seemed that this place should be the main area of ​​the study.

These two people have not slept yet, so they probably are waiting for the message Guo Shenpo to send him.

"That's right, I hope everything goes well." Liu Zhisheng sighed. Because Chang Jin had spent nearly 100 taels of silver in front and back, the price was a bit too high. But he also knew that the current situation of never stopping, and the money had to be spent.

"Don't worry, maybe we will hear the news of the poor scholar's death tomorrow." Wang Mazi said comforting again.

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Liu is still daydreaming now?" Chang Jin couldn't listen outside the door, so he reached out and pushed the door bolt and stepped inside.
Chapter completed!