The night is like a thick ink inkstone, so deep that it cannot be melted.

Luo Zhipeng's courtyard seemed particularly quiet and peaceful.

Fatty Hu Yijun held a willow branch in his right hand and a flashlight in his left hand. He was walking in the yard step by step towards the south house.

While approaching the south room, the fat man greeted Zuo Shisan in his heart.

Otherwise, the fat man would not be willing to come out as this bait because Zuo Shisan is older than him.

The wooden door of the south room was closed tightly. The fat man raised his steps, raised his legs high, and stepped lightly, trying to keep himself from making noise when he walked. He wanted to beat the old woman's hangman unexpectedly.

The fat man came to the window of the south room, slowly poked his head out, and looked into the room through the window.

The south room was quiet and there was no sound. Except for the green hanging rope that was still hanging in the middle of the beam, there was nothing else abnormal.

The green hanging rope was circling back and forth, as if something was hanging on it.

The fat man took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the window a few times, then shrank his head back. The obscene action was like a turtle being frightened and suddenly retracted his head into his turtle shell.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the sound of the fat man knocking on the glass fell, there was nothing unusual in the south room.

The fat man squatted under the window and waited patiently for a while, and made sure there was no movement in the south room, so he got up again and slowly came to the door of the south room.

The fat man stood up straight, holding the flashlight and willow branches, his palms were already sweating, and his heartbeat became faster and faster. The fat man had never taken this kind of ghost seriously under Zuo Shisan's protection, but now his senior brother Zuo Shisan has completely lost his cultivation. The fear that naturally arises from his heart suddenly occupied the fat man's whole body!

The fat man mustered up his courage. He was about to push open the wooden door but was frightened by the barking of a dog in the distance, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Cruff!" With a sound of "Squeak!", the fat man pushed the wooden door open with force, and immediately ran to the opposite direction of the south room at a speed of 100 meters.

The fat man ran to the window where Zuo Thirteen and the others were at the fastest speed, and shouted at them through the glass:

"Has that hanged ghost chased me out?" He was so scared that he didn't dare to look back.

Zuo Shisan did not speak, but slowly raised his right hand and raised his middle finger at the fat man through the glass.

This action is not very harmful to the fat man, but it is extremely insulting.

"Zuo Shisan, don't stand there and talk without any pain. If you have the aura, you can try it. Now you have no cultivation. If you don't have that kind of cultivation, don't scare you to pee your pants. Fatty, I'll take your surname!"

Just as the fat man was talking, Zuo Shisan and An Rushuang saw a black shadow floating out of the south room.

So Zuo Shisan immediately reminded the fat man:

"Fatty, be careful that the hanged ghost is coming out behind you!"

The fat man sneered:

"Zuo Shisan, please don't do this with Fat Master. Don't I understand you yet? I want to scare me, but I don't even have any trouble seeing Fat Master!"

At this time, the hanged ghost had already arrived behind the fat man, less than one meter away from him. The old woman Zhu Yuanyuan had a blue light on her white face, tilted her neck, and her long white tongue was hanging around her mouth, and her ferocious look was particularly terrifying!

An Rushuang was also anxious. She pointed her finger behind the fat man and said:

"Hu Yijun, come in quickly, there are really hanged ghosts behind you!"

An Rushuang's words suddenly calmed the fat man because he knew very well that An Rushuang was different from Zuo Shisan, and she would never use such things to joke with him.

A chill rose from the soles of the fat man's feet to his head. The fat man turned around and turned around and happened to see the hideous hanged ghost. He was so scared that he screamed, and the willow branches in his hand greeted the hanged ghost.

Not to mention, this willow tree strip is really useful. When she whipped Zhu Yuanyuan, the hanged ghost, bursts of white smoke came out. She screamed in pain and flashed backwards, and kept a certain distance from the fat man.

Fatty Hu Yijun saw that the willow branches in his hand were so useful to the hanged ghost, and immediately became bolder. He swung the willow branches in his hand and pointed at the hanged ghost Zhu Yuanyuan and shouted angrily:

"Yaaaa, where did the little ghost come from? He dares to be arrogant in front of Fat Master, the president of the Maoshan Dragon Tiger Sect. Seeing that I won't beat you to death today, I will never be able to reincarnate!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he waved the willow branch in his hand and continued to thrust hard towards the hanged ghost.

This time, the hanged ghost was obviously prepared, avoiding the willow strips in the fat man's hand, flashed, and avoided the darkness, and disappeared in a flash...

The fat man looked around with the willow tree stick in his hand and couldn't find the hanged ghost. So he turned around and looked at Zuo Shisan who was still in the room and shouted:

"I said Zuo Shisan, you didn't do that. I promised to catch the ghost together. Now, I'm fine. I'm doing everything. I don't think you'll come out. Look at Fatty Master, I'll clean up her myself!"

Zuo Shisan did not speak, but kept winking at him through the glass.

The fat man had no idea:

"You're shitting? You're blinking at me for nothing. Come out and look for me quickly. Don't let the hanged ghost run away. After a long time, she will harm people everywhere. If she really practices to become a demon, she will definitely have to seek revenge on us!"

When the fat man was talking, a black shadow flashed behind him, and the slinger with a scattered spirit appeared quietly behind the fat man again.

After seeing this hanged ghost appear, Zuo Shisan held five copper coins tightly in his right hand and asked An Rushuang to wait for him on the spot. He quickly walked to the door and was ready to rush out at any time.

The hanged ghost appeared behind the fat man. The fat man had no idea. A green upper hanging rope slowly appeared on the fat man's head. Suddenly, the upper hanging rope fell down and passed through the fat man's head. He pulled it hard, completely tangling the fat man's neck.

Before the fat man could react, he was strangled by a hanging rope and completely lost his combat ability.

At this moment, Zuo Shisan suddenly rushed out of the room and shouted:

"If the energy does not dissipate, the spirit will be dizzy. There is no thought in the quiet, and there is a yang born. The dragon and tiger have seven seals of pardon! Pardon!!"

The first hand seal of the Dragon and Tiger Seven Authentic Seal was formed, and the left Thirteenth hit the hanged ghost.

The hanged ghost avoided Zuo Shisan's palm with all his strength, and at the same time, a smile of conspiracy was revealed on the corner of Zuo Shisan's mouth.

But seeing his right hand thrown high, five copper coins quickly smashed towards the hanged ghost.

The hanged ghost wanted to avoid it again, but it was too late and could only be hit by five copper coins. After a harsh scream, it turned into a black mist and dissipated in the thick night...

"Mom!!" Seeing that the soul of his closest relative disappeared, Luo Zhipeng, who had been hiding in the corner of the yard, shouted and ran out crying.

He knelt on the ground, kowtowed in the direction where the black smoke disappeared, and cried endlessly...

He never left, just to see his mother for the last time.
Chapter completed!