As soon as the ghost technique came out, the oncoming strong wind was beaten back by Jiang Xinyou's clear voice. The red-clothed night wandering spirits gradually slowed down, as if they heard the call, but in the blink of an eye, they flew away again

Get up, and the direction is towards Jiang Xinyou and the others!

Damn it, ghost magic is useless!

Seeing this, Jiang Xinyou and Qingshang immediately looked at each other, only to see Qingshang cast a spell again, expanding the black threads closer and closer, blocking the strong wind brought by the approaching night wandering soul, and Xia Qianshuang also jumped at this time.

Get up, use witchcraft, rotate your body, and attack the night wandering soul with the power of praying to the gods.

"Kekeke..."

A sharp child's laughter passed into the ears, and the son of the devil slowly walked out from the red-clothed night wandering soul. A pair of black pupils could hardly see the white of the eyes. He looked directly at Jiang Xinyou and his party without fear, with a deep look in his eyes.

The deep chill forced a bit of dazzling red light, like a bloodthirsty evil ghost, eager to eat them alive immediately!

Cooperating with Qian Shuang's witchcraft, Jiang Xinyou cast spells again, but neither the fire spell nor the wood spell could cause any harm to the devil's son. Seeing this, Leng Yan jumped up with the Heaven-Pointing Sword in hand, and saw a dazzling golden light.

As the sky passed by, there was just a trace of fear in the eyes of the devil's son, but in the blink of an eye, the devil's son disappeared in front of him with his night wandering soul. Even the ghosts of the villagers who could be seen before were all gone.

Qingshang withdrew his spell and looked around with vigilant eyes. Soon, the surroundings returned to calm. The quiet village was silent, telling its heavy history in a dead silence. However, the situation in front of him changed too quickly, as if it had been before.

Nothing happened.

Damn it, where did the devil's son go?

Xia Qianshuang was anxious, but Jiang Xinyou slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to smile at Leng Yan: "Senior's Sky Pointing Sword is still very powerful. At least we now know how to deal with them."

Leng Yan nodded lightly, believing Jiang Xinyou's statement that no matter how strong the devil's son was, he couldn't be stronger than the mad devil. When Princess Chaoyang gave him the Heaven-Pointing Sword, it was to kill the mad devil and use it to deal with the devil's son.

It was more than enough. Unfortunately, the Devil's Son disappeared too quickly. They could hardly see the direction in which they escaped, and then lost the whereabouts of the Devil's Son and the Red Night Wanderer.

At this moment, Qingshang could not help but frown and said in a deep voice: "What are your plans now? Do you want to continue searching?"

"Yes." Leng Yan nodded lightly, stepped off the stone platform, and walked towards the depths of the village, "Save me a long night and a lot of dreams."

At this time, Xia Qianshuang was also thinking about the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. Why was it exactly nine hundred and ninety-nine steps? What was the mystery behind it?

Jiang Xinyou caught up with them, tilted her head and continued to ask Qingshang: "By the way, since the son of the devil has a ghost marriage with a little girl, isn't that little girl also dead?"

Qingshang shook his head: "I don't know about this, but it stands to reason that ghost marriages are for dead children. Even if the little girl was still alive before, I'm afraid she will have to be buried alive by the villagers for this ghost marriage.

Buried in a coffin with the devil's son."
Chapter completed!