A crisp bell sounded, and the headless ghost transformed out of thin air, about to follow the will of the master to attack the murderer.

Looking around, where is there any murderer?

There was only one mouthful of blood-swallowing seeds, which fell into the yard. Wufeng's sword was covered with mud and grass chips.

Next to him, heavy stones covered his abdomen, collapsed on the ground, struggling hard, and gurgling blood gushed out from his fingers.

"who--"

The heavy stone angrily rebuked, and when the sound came out of his mouth, it was already like a hairspring.

Under the dark night, the courtyard was empty and like a ghost.

"Ahem...hem..."

The heavy stone was covered with blood foam and coughed continuously. After a few sounds, his head sank and a thud, he completely collapsed on the ground and lost his breath.

A wisp of residual soul emerged from the corpse.

It had to escape quickly. The headless ghost who was wandering on the side roared and rushed over, grabbed the remaining soul, tore it into soul energy, and sucked it into its broken neck and sucked it into its abdomen.

Suddenly, the headless ghost was satisfied and dispersed and escaped into the Three Pure Bells.

"Dadada..."

A sound of footsteps came, and the disappeared young man appeared again at the gate of the courtyard.

Who is this young man?

——It is Mo Chuan covered in painted skin!

After successfully sending the seeds into the belly of the heavy stone, he dissipated his energy, rolled up his painted skin, and escaped from the hospital until the dust settled before he appeared.

Even so, he still cautiously raised his hand and shot several ghost-deterring talismans, making sure that the heavy stone could not die anymore, so he approached to touch the corpse.

After plundering the spoils, he immediately closed the gate of the courtyard, dropped the bolt, came outside the courtyard, locked the gate, and then left.

Chapter completed!