Ten years of cold windows, you tell me that people are deadlocked?

His body was not found until the next day.

The person who found the body was an old man who scavenged waste. When he saw the body, he collapsed to the ground in fright and was sent directly to the hospital.

The successive deaths of Gu Yuanshan and Ma Rong completely panicked Du Ziyi.

Until this time, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Quick, hurry up!"

on the taxi.

Qiao Yichuan kept urging the driver in front.

He has already decided to go abroad to avoid the limelight.

"The cycle of karma, the retribution is not good..."

at this time.

Suddenly, Du Ziyi heard a whisper in his ear.

"Who, who is it?!"

The driver in front looked puzzled.

I didn't read the almanac when I went out today, and I fell into a mental illness. I don't know if the car money can be recovered.

"The cycle of karma, the retribution is not good..."

The other party seemed not in the mood, and answered his question, repeating these eight words non-stop.

Qiao Yichuan almost collapsed.

These two days of worry and fear have put great pressure on his spirit.

He pulled out a dagger from the bag he was carrying, and waved it in the air.

"I don't care who you are, come and kill me!"

Qiao Yichuan seemed to be completely crazy.

Excited, he even reached out to the driver's seat to grab his steering wheel.

"what are you doing?!"

The driver was completely panicked at this moment.

He yelled loudly while trying to stabilize the steering wheel.

"what!!!"

Just when the driver was wondering how to stop the car in horror, a huge force hit him.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

An oncoming truck directly knocked the taxi into the air.

The taxi that was knocked into the air hit the stone pier next to it again.

Du Ziyi died, and his death was extremely aggrieved.

When the police arrived at the scene, they found a very miraculous scene.

The passengers sitting in the back row couldn't die any more.

After his body was hit by a truck, he slammed into the stone pier, his cervical spine was broken on the spot, and a steel bar next to the stone pier was directly inserted into his heart.

It took a lot of effort for the police to move him out of the back seat.

miracly.

In such a serious car accident, the driver sitting in the driver's seat was unscathed.

Everyone, including the police, was amazed, and it could only be attributed to the driver, who was blessed by gods and Buddhas.

After all the enemies were eliminated, Wang Manyu still had grievances.

The black air on her body began to spread, and the surrounding flowers and plants were corroded, dripping black liquid.

"Kill them, kill them!"

Muttering to herself, Wang Manyu's eyes turned red.

She has been completely controlled by resentment and reduced to a bloodthirsty ghost.

"Bold Wang Manyu! You have to avenge your revenge, hurry back to the underworld with us!"

The ghost guards accompanying the surveillance found that the situation was wrong, so they pulled out their soul locks one after another, and stared nervously at the female ghost in front of them.

Chapter 201 The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, and life is in various ways

As if Wang Manyu didn't hear it, the resentment on her body was still growing.

She stared fiercely at the ghost messengers in front of her, and had already made up her mind to wipe them all out.

Just when she was about to start.

Two figures flashed.

Black and white impermanence suddenly appeared.

The irritable Heiwuchang directly raised the mourning stick in his hand, and hit Wang Manyu on the opposite side.

"what……"

There was a shrill scream.

The mourning stick was originally the nemesis of ghosts in the world, and black and white impermanence can walk yin and yang, leading ghosts to snipe ghosts, so its strength should not be underestimated.

Even Wang Manyu, who has turned into a demon, is by no means their opponent.

Being hit by Hei Wuchang's mourning stick, most of the ghost energy in Wang Manyu's body was consumed immediately.

She struggled to get up, wanting to strike again.

At this time, Zhang Jihong suddenly appeared.

"Man Yu, stop!"

Seeing her mother, Wang Manyu suddenly became sober.

"No, I won't stop! What did I do wrong, why did I treat me like this! This world is so unfair, these people deserve to die!"

Seeing this situation, Hei Wuchang's eyes widened, and he was ready to strike again.

"Our revenge has been avenged, so what's the use of continuing to entangle. Be good, listen to your mother and go back to the underworld with me. In the next life, we will still be mother and daughter!"

Wang Manyu's expression was extremely complicated.

It could be seen that she was struggling in her heart at this time.

After a long silence.

Wang Manyu finally shed tears.

The resentment on her body also completely dissipated.

In the end, the mother and daughter finally returned to the underworld.

Inside the hall.

Hearing Cui Jue's report, Ye Xiaotian's expression did not change at all.

If black and white are impermanent, and even this little thing can't be done well, then he really has to change people.

"Your Majesty, the Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching. At that time, yin will flourish and yang will decline, and lonely souls without a master will be very active. This period of time is usually the busiest time in the underworld."

Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian raised his head.

Calculating the time, there is less than a week until the Ghost Festival.

This festival is very important for both the underworld and the world.

"Well, the Ghost Festival is a rare time for lonely souls and wild ghosts to enjoy sacrifices, and it is also the time when evil spirits are most likely to cause trouble. It is necessary to send ghost messengers to strengthen patrols in the yin and yang realms, and ensure the harmony between the two realms." safety!"

"Subordinates obey!"

……

From the night before the Hungry Ghost Festival, the entire Fragrant City felt a faint scent of sandalwood.

The Hungry Ghost Festival that followed was a carnival day for lonely souls and wild ghosts everywhere.

These lonely ghosts can neither enjoy the offerings of their families, nor can they go to the underworld to reincarnate.

They can only compete with other lonely ghosts for food during the Ghost Festival.

On the night of the Ghost Festival.

on a silent street.

An old woman, holding a six-year-old boy in her hand, walked slowly towards the fork in the road not far ahead.

Several dim lights lit up all around, and it was other people who were burning sacrifices for their relatives in the distance.

"grandmother!"

The little boy had never experienced such a thing before, and he was a little scared when he saw the scene in front of him.

The old woman tugged at her grandson's arm, beckoning him to leave quickly.

"Hey, go and deliver something to your father, as long as he receives it, he won't be starving or freezing!"

The little boy couldn't understand at all what grandma meant. Seeing this situation, he had no choice but to keep up with grandma's pace with his calves.

in the firelight.

The grandma has a pious face, and the little grandson has an innocent face.

Such scenes were staged all over Xiangcheng.

Some kind-hearted people even set up sacrifices in the suburbs for the enjoyment of lonely souls and wild ghosts who have no one to sacrifice.

"Hmph, what age is it, and you still engage in these feudal superstitions!"

on the street.

A young man is about to go home after get off work.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he just felt extremely disgusted.

After a person dies, there is nothing left. How can he come back and accept these sacrifices?

He felt sorry for the ignorance of these people in front of him, and was proud of his wisdom.

At this time, a gust of summer wind blew, blowing up the paper money around.

The scraped paper money kept spinning around the young man.

Seeing this, the man who was originally disdainful turned pale in an instant.

He touched the goosebumps on his hands, cursed softly, and ran towards home.

In places that no one can see, countless lonely and wild ghosts crawled up from every corner.

They rushed forward to snatch the limited number of sacrifices.

These solitary ghosts, with loose eyes, ragged clothes, looked weak.

They haven't enjoyed the offerings from their families for a long time, and this is their only chance.

Therefore, during the Hungry Ghost Festival, ghosts from all over the world often fight each other.

At this time, the underworld will send a large number of ghost messengers to Yangjian to maintain order.

On Yuquan Street.

There is an inn door.

Feng Mu and his clan are offering sacrifices to lonely ghosts.

Looking at the densely packed lonely souls and wild ghosts on the street, Feng Mu and others only felt cold hands and feet.

As the peace-loving Wood Clan, have they ever seen so many ghosts?