Lin Quan naturally couldn't choose to leave.

The old man in coarse linen: "You young man..."

Crack!

A swim green light shone outside the village, and a team of Yin soldiers with a strong and yin energy appeared in the village with weapons.

A tall Yin soldier should be the commander of the squad, and he waved his rusty long sword in his hand.

The Yin soldiers killed the villagers with weapons without saying a word.

They seem to have confirmed the death of the shopkeeper, and they do not need to confirm the murderer.

As soon as he came up, he started to slaughter the village!

The villagers looked panicked and desperate.

The child was even more afraid to bury his head in his mother's arms.

These children are probably more than 500 years old.

However, I have always lived in a constant ghost village, beloved by my parents, and my heart and character remained unchanged in my childhood.

A ghost soldier raised his devastated spear and stabbed the old man in a coarse linen.

The old man in coarse linen looked at Lin Quan, regretting that Lin Quan did not leave, then closed his eyes and waited for his soul to disappear.

"Bang!"

He kicked the Yin soldier away, and the Yin soldier fell apart when he flew out.

Lin Quan stood in front of the villagers, faced dozens of Yin soldiers alone, and threw the wine jar to the old man: "Old man, wash off the marks on his body, and I will take you to the Yin Beast Hunting Ground."

It’s not that Lin Quan doesn’t want to bring these villagers to the human world, but he doesn’t know where to place these villagers.

Tao Yaoyao and Zhou Jia can be arranged by their side, but the two female ghosts are like two drops of water integrated into the southern city, and will not have any impression of the human world.

But if so many ghosts are not placed well, they will cause great trouble to the human world. After all, the yin and yang are separated.

Since that's the case, then take them into the Yin Beast Hunting Ground. The ghost kings dare not step in easily. It should be enough to clear out a place for their safe life.

A group of villagers stared at Lin Quan blankly.

Facing the rushing Yin soldiers, Lin Quan held his hand and a black chain appeared in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

The black chain rushed into the pile of Yin soldiers like a dragon and frightened, swaying left and right, and all the Yin soldiers collapsed.

Hurry!

Lin Quan put away the chains and turned to look at a group of stunned villagers.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Lin Quan took the jar of wine from the old man in coarse linen, pulled out the bottle plug and took a look. It was a jar of clear water.

The water seed is as thorough as wine.

Lin Quan glanced among the villagers, grabbed the hand of a pretty young girl, and glanced at her: "Come on, where is your mark? I'll wash it for you."

The girl reacted, looked at Lin Quan shyly, lowered her head, and silently stretched out her right hand. There was a round red seal on the back of her hand.

Lin Quan held the girl's pale hand: "...It turns out to be on the back of her hand."

There is no trace of regret in the voice.

Lin Quan poured the water from the altar on the back of her hand and rubbed it repeatedly.

The girl became even more shy and tried to thrust her hands out.

"Girl, your hands are too white and lack blood. I'll rub them for you for a while to help blood circulation."

The girl covered her mouth and smiled gently.

She is a ghost, and of course her hands are white.

There was also blood flowing, and this handsome guy with a weird dress was so interesting to speak.

The old man in coarse linen coughed dryly.

Lin Quan seemed to have not heard of it, and rubbed it for a while. It felt so comfortable to rub the soft little hands without bones. Now Tao Yaoyao has a body and no longer has the boneless texture she used to be. Oh, what a pity.

When the girl was shyly trying to find a crack in the ground to get into it, Lin Quan finally let go of her hand.

The old man in coarse linen looked at Lin Quan speechlessly. The young man looked quite serious, but now he doesn't look like a good bird no matter how he looks.

He, the village chief, is still here, and this young man is so blatant to take advantage of their village girl! It's really inappropriate.

If Lin Quan hadn't been strong, he would have saved them just now.

The old man had already raised his crutch and blasted Lin Quan out.

They have become ghosts for eight hundred years and have been living in the village.

So their concepts remained in ancient times.

Although I am in a remote mountain village and have less concepts, it is much more conservative than the current era of view on men and women.

Lin Quan: "Hey, why are your mark still there? Did I not rub it hard enough?"

The girl hurriedly hid her little hand behind her, lowered her head, and said that she would not let Lin Quan touch her.

The old man in coarse linen said helplessly: "Young man, do you think the mark will disappear immediately after using this water?"

Lin Quan: "Isn't it?"

The old man in the coarse linen: "This water can indeed eliminate the mark, but it takes half an hour.

The black-hearted shopkeeper sold the water to us, which required ten liters of yin energy, but if anyone had planned to bring the water to the outside world and wash the mark off, he would be stunned. When the water was sprinkled on his hands, it would take half an hour to eliminate it. With the connection between the black-hearted shopkeeper and the mark, he could immediately notice it, and then he could make the mark explode with one thought. After all, the mark itself was formed by the Yin energy he separated.

That's why I told you not to worry about us and let you leave alone. Although the Yin soldiers could not let the mark explode, they could sense the mark. It would take half an hour for you to leave, and the mark disappeared. In this half hour, the Yin soldiers would chase us! But it was just a waste of time for you to harm you.

Although you are strong, you are dragging us down..."

Lin Quan: "This girl, come, I'll wash your mark."

While the old man was talking, Lin Quan had already grabbed another girl's hand and started rubbing it.

Although the environment in this small and broken village is not very good, the girls are quite beautiful.

Lin Quan: "Come on, girl, I'll wash your hands."

"I, I'm already married, it's not good..."

"It's okay, I'm just washing the mark. What's wrong with it? Little broken child, I'm going to wash your mother's hands and stay there."

“…”

"Come on, girl, don't be nervous, just treat me as a friend. I have a title called Friend of Women. Don't be afraid, I won't eat yours."

“…”

After a while, Lin Quan rubbed all the hands of the beautiful women who looked under the village who looked under thirty... and washed them all.

Among them, he learned the names of several girls, such as Xiaoliu, Xiaolian, Xiaolan, etc.

Lin Quan looked at the ghost who had not washed his hands and threw the jar of wine to the old man without any taste: "Wash it quickly."

As he said that, he pulled Xiaoliu, Xiaolan and Xiaolian to the side and told jokes.

The old man's mouth twitched.

Most of the people who have not washed their hands are older people.

Those children don’t have to wash their hands because they don’t need to go out of the village to catch prey.

"Ouch~~"

The old man felt a headache.
Chapter completed!