Li Hua and his team did not need to worry about the evacuation and comfort of ordinary people near Sufang No. 1 Middle School. Tang Aibai, who had left with half of the members in advance, had already handled everything. The only remaining task was to dismantle the tattered magic circle.

Although many people in the Twenty-Eight Mansions have learned the art of setting up formations, there is still a big gap between modern formations and those learned from ghost masters like Li Hua. They can only lend a helping hand, and the main force is still Li Hua himself.

No one questioned Li Hua's sudden display of superb formation skills - when the tabby cat first came to the Twenty-Eight Mansions, he was able to untie the compulsory contract that had troubled everyone for years. It was not surprising that he knew a few more formations. It was probably knowledge passed down by the Cat God.

Even someone as cautious and rigorous as Kong Xiuwen did not think that there was anything wrong with Li Hua's knowledge of formations. He frowned and reminded him a few words, but the focus was on his bold behavior just now, which could result in his death if he was not careful.

Li Hua listened obediently at first, but after a while he lost his patience and quietly changed the subject: "In addition to the illusion array, I also know a lot of ways to identify and deploy magic arrays. If anyone in the Twenty-Eight Mansions wants to learn, I can teach them directly."

"Great!" Luo Bozi immediately became interested. He took a step forward and pushed Kong Xiuwen, who wanted to continue preaching, away. "What are the formations? How much overlap do they have with modern formations? I really want to learn!"

In fact, he also felt that Kong Xiuwen was a bit long-winded, but considering that if the Son of Satan still had a little bit of energy left to perceive the outside world, the kitten would have immediately overturned and been crushed into pieces by the angry demigod, it would be good to let Li Hua be educated to pay attention to his own safety in the future.

But since the kitten has already started trying to find ways to stop Kong Xiuwen from nagging, Luo Bozi will naturally step in to help.

Kong Xiuwen: “…”

If Li had not been a member of the Twenty-Eight Constellations and Daju's cousin, he would not have had the time to say so much!

...

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Li Hua smiled slyly, stuffed the collected formation fragments into his folding space, and carefully separated them from other things: "I have to show these to Donggong when I get back. The swordsman integrated herself into the formation. Although she should have died when the formation's center was destroyed, this guy has lived for thousands of years. Who knows if she has any backup plans? It will be troublesome if she is resurrected."

Whether it was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to reshape the body, or borrowing a corpse to revive the soul, or getting into someone else's mind to control consciousness, it all sounded like something a swordsman could do. Luo Bozi and Kong Xiuwen agreed with this, and even felt that it was not safe to isolate them in the folding space alone, so they simply vacated a new folding space to place the remains of the magic circle, and used super-powered detection equipment to dig three feet deep in the ground near the old site of Sufang No. 1 Middle School before turning around and leaving with peace of mind.

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The swordsman, who was suspected to be alive by the Twenty-Eight Constellations, was now struggling to wake up from the chaos.

After exhausting her vitality in that attack to stop the Son of Satan from leaving the realm, she had already fallen into a state of confusion, her soul split into countless pieces, and then shattered even more thoroughly after the Son of Satan broke the eye of the formation.

She knew that her soul was about to be torn apart, but she did not feel the resentment or anger she had imagined, she just felt extremely happy. At this moment, she felt that she had finally gained enlightenment, no longer bound by worldly troubles, no longer bound by hatred that could not be avenged, and even no longer had any unnecessary anger.

If the creatures in Hell could also have the opportunity to reincarnate like mortals, the swordsman thought vaguely, perhaps she would stop caring about worldly affairs from then on and become an idle person who ate, drank and had fun every day like the puppeteer.

It’s a pity that the death of the creature from hell means the end of eternity. In another second, she will no longer have any consciousness.

——The next second, Satan rolled her soul into a ball and flattened it, then hastily squeezed it together and threw it away.

He had never considered how a soul that had lost all its power would struggle to survive in the human world. In the eyes of the arrogant demigod, he could do this for the swordsman who was actually seeking his own death, because of the swordsman's loyalty to him.

The word "loyalty" is not a nice compliment in hell where strength is respected, and there is no such thing as "serving two masters". Satan has been disguised as the Son of Satan for so many years. Some people tempt Him because they think He is too weak, and some people assassinate Him because of conflicts of interest. But no one wants to start a war to avenge the former master of hell, otherwise He would not be unprepared for this.

But even if she mocked him, the fact that someone was truly loyal to him would still make the gods happy. In addition, the swordsman had made great contributions in the past, so he mercifully gave her a chance to live.

Of course, if Satan knew that he would be blocked by a cat and forced to write an essay on the spot, he would probably not be in the mood to waste his energy on this.

All in all, no matter what the process was, the result was that the swordsman, who had already prepared himself to be torn to pieces, opened his eyes and was shocked to realize that he was not dead.

As far as the eye can see, there is a clean and tidy living room. A warm yellow knitted cashmere blanket is spread on the corner of the sofa, and there are a few open books next to it. There is also a box of exquisite Western pastries and a pot of brewed barley tea on the table. There are many enamel bowls piled on the wooden floor, which look like pet supplies.

Through the reflection of the glass plate on the table, she saw her current appearance, a beautifully shaped small white porcelain teacup.

After taking a quick look around, he didn't see any signs of super powers. It seemed to be an ordinary family with cats and dogs. The swordsman was secretly happy.

Although she didn't know why she didn't die, it was always good to be alive. Once her soul power recovered a little and reached the level where she could control ordinary humans, she could find a more suitable host for herself.

Even though he is still unable to move or speak, the swordsman is extremely confident that he can leave safely, and has even begun to think about his future.

Maybe I should open up a territory like a puppeteer, capture some believers to do the work, and enjoy myself leisurely. Maybe I can get another cat. Well, an ocelot would be fine, just as a memorial to Wodi. But this time I don’t need a very high IQ, it’d be better if it’s more obedient than Wodi…

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she heard the door open.

Glancing over casually, trying to judge whether the owner of this house had the physical fitness to be his first host, the swordsman's eyes fell on the person who came, and then trembled wildly.

The last time she was so excited was when she heard that Satan was assassinated by her own son during sword practice.

At that time, she was cursing the despicable deeds of the son of Satan like crazy in her heart, but now, she only had one thought in her mind.

Damn it!

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The ghost master rubbed his eyes and walked into the living room.

After eating a few fruits that made him sober, Wodi had just set up several formations around the villa. In addition, the power of Satan, which was the same source as the Hellfire, was weakened, which indirectly weakened the corrosive ability of the Hellfire. He has now recovered a lot. Although he still has the urge to lie on the ground and bark like a dog, at least he will not bite anyone he sees.

He felt that he was fine, so he advised Wodi, who had just escaped death, to rest for a while. Wodi was busy studying how to copy the formations affected by the hellfire in the ghost domain one-to-one. He agreed verbally, but did not move, and even sent the ghost master who was swaying in front of him and affecting his thinking to the living room.

He poured himself a cup of barley tea, drank it in two gulps, and shook his head dizzily. The ghost master felt like something was wrong. He looked down and saw that his translucent soul body was dripping with water.

“…”

Perhaps he wasn't so sane after all.

Finally remembering that he was a ghost that couldn't eat, the ghost master looked at the wooden floor and realized that he had messed up Woody's home. He tucked his tail between his legs guiltily, and then remembered that he didn't have a tail at all.

He looked around and vaguely remembered that humans seemed to use brooms to clean, so he floated to the corner of the living room, pulled out the only vacuum cleaner that looked like a broom, and pushed it on the floor, but it didn't move. He picked it up again and studied it for a long time, then tentatively pressed the switch.

A violent buzzing sound suddenly sounded, accompanied by the suction from the handle, which startled the ghost master and he subconsciously let go. The vacuum cleaner hit the ground heavily, rolling the knitted cashmere blanket beside the sofa into the dust brush, and books fell to the ground one after another, and the open pages were wrinkled and mixed with the water stains of barley tea.

Ghost Master: “!!”

His eyes widened, he jumped back in fear, then quickly took two steps forward, trying to bend down to pick up the still humming vacuum cleaner. In his panic, he knocked over the small round table behind him. He turned around to help, but his toes slipped across the ground, and he accidentally kicked the vacuum cleaner several meters away, hitting the stacked cat food bowls over there. A dozen cat bowls fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The small porcelain cup on the round table slid down as the table overturned.

Watching the small porcelain cup that he was possessed by about to break into countless pieces, the swordsman cursed a certain stupid ghost countless times in his heart. He no longer bothered to think about why the ghost master appeared in the human world without going crazy. He struggled desperately, and even squeezed out one drop of his almost exhausted soul power to reduce the force of the small porcelain cup's collision with the ground. With a light cushion of the cashmere blanket, he finally saved the porcelain cup and prevented himself from being torn into pieces just after he came back to life.

"Ghost Master! Are you okay?"

Hearing the noise, Woody ran over in a hurry, using quick movement. Before the sound came over, he had already reached the door and saw the mess in the living room at a glance.

In the messy room, the ghost master was floating around in a daze, his face full of panic as if he had done something wrong. His translucent soul body had turned pale, the color of which was like pouring a few cups of expired milk into clear water.

Woody: “…”

Sure enough, no matter what breed of dog it is, they will destroy the house.

Seeing the ghost master's face becoming increasingly gray, he tried to comfort her with a smile: "It's okay, it's not a big deal. I just happened to be planning to change a set of cat bowls, so this saves me a lot of time worrying about it. You sit down first, and I'll clean up."

"I can help," Ghost Master didn't want to trouble Wodi, who had been busy for most of the day, and quickly said, "Just give me your orders."

Actually, Wodi didn't think it was troublesome, but the ghost master looked very guilty, so he thought it would be good to let the dog do something: "Okay, then you sweep up the broken porcelain pieces over there and throw them into the trash can."

The ghost master nodded and watched Woody find the broom, silently memorize its location, then pick it up and sweep the floor meticulously.

His brain is still a little numb and his thinking is relatively slow, but his strength is still there. No matter how small the broken porcelain pieces are, they cannot escape his eyes. Although he is relatively unfamiliar with the job of cleaning, he still does it quite well.

The two of them were having a great time, but for the swordsman, this was a bolt from the blue.

She stared at Wodie in horror, totally unable to understand why the ocelot, who had already died at the hands of the Son of Satan, would appear here and chat with the Ghost Master. For a moment, she even thought that all this might have been a ridiculous and absurd dream before her death.

Before she could continue to doubt her life, the broom had already mercilessly swept the small porcelain cup into the garbage heap.

Sword Master: “…”

Are you blind? I am a piece of high-grade porcelain that is intact! I can still use it after washing it!

The author has something to say:

The swordsman is the source of my happiness while writing this chapter (squinting smile). I laughed while writing, and it scared my cat so much that it stared at me like a fool and didn’t even try to snatch the keyboard from me hhh——

As for whether the vacuum cleaner's suction can pick up a blanket, I tried it with my blanket, and it did suck it in a little bit. As long as the blanket is thin and you turn it to the highest setting, it will work. But there will be some minor problems, such as getting beaten by your mother who happens to see you... (Running away in panic.JPG)

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