This Jiangzhen is quite lively; one ghost just left, and now a demon has arrived!

The young man didn't react to Fang Zhiyi's actions, but kept asking, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhiyi was a little puzzled and tilted his head to look at the demon: "My name is Fang Zhiyi. You can call me godfather if you like."

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately pulled his neck back, muttering, "Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi," before turning and leaving.

"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi was stunned; he was a little confused about what was going on.

But compared to that, how to deal with He Yuling was the bigger problem. This ghost's abilities were far more terrifying than he had imagined; he had almost been killed by her.

A day passed, and Little White still hadn't returned. Little Black was also reluctant to go out and look for it, saying it felt like something was watching it.

Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to painstakingly draw a magic circle. Whether it would work or not was unknown, but he was already prepared to fight ghosts with ghosts.

As an ordinary person, I can't beat you, but as a ghost, it's a different story.

As night fell, the familiar sounds of crying and laughing came again, and then He Yuling, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, gracefully entered the room.

Fang Zhiyi didn't even close the door, so it was pointless.

"You're going to die." He Yuling's face was twisted in extreme contortion. Presumably, the resentment in her heart was tormenting her every moment. In principle, the longer it went on, the stronger her resentment would become, and the more difficult she would be to deal with.

Fang Zhiyi grabbed a wood-chopping knife: "You won't have a good time even if I die."

He Yuling made a "giggle giggle giggle giggle" sound.

But at that moment, she paused for a moment, then her whole body was suddenly grabbed and slammed to the ground.

Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment and saw the young monster from earlier that day appear there, followed by a burly man. It was this burly man who had just picked up He Yuling and slammed her to the ground.

After doing all this, the burly man turned around and said respectfully, "Master Chang, this is the place."

Another old man walked in, glanced around the room, and then turned around and said, "Your Majesty, this is the place."

Fang Zhiyi's mind went blank for a moment.

Are you guys here with these matryoshka dolls?

But then a middle-aged man entered. His gaze swept over the red-clad ghost and then settled on Fang Zhiyi's face.

moment.

"Your Majesty?"

The other three demons looked at Fang Zhiyi with surprise and suspicion.

Fang Zhiyi frowned, and after a while asked, "Big Yellow?"

The middle-aged man walked over excitedly: "Your Majesty! It really is you! That monkey said he was trying to trick me by saying he would return our king!"

At this moment, He Yuling slowly got up, her face still full of resentment and malice.

"They must all die!"

"Shut her up!" Da Huang shouted, turning his head. Master Chang turned to look at his subordinate, who nodded and grabbed He Yuling with one hand, immediately opening his fan. Monsters have no concept of showing mercy to women.

He Yuling never expected that she, as a vengeful ghost, would be picked up and slapped.

Most importantly, it hurts quite a bit!