"This place doesn't belong to you alone, why can't I come?"

"Exactly, you think you're right to be a bandit king?"

Not to be outdone, Ma Hehua blushed, her bright eyes glaring at the other person, her words rattling off with recklessness and fearlessness.

Watching the mother and daughter's back-and-forth banter, the man's brows furrowed deeply, his frustration growing like wildfire. He tossed his black robe aside and uttered a harsh threat: "Since you're here, you're not leaving. Heh heh!"

That chilling laugh was like the wailing of a ghost in the cold night, startling the roosting birds into a flurry of flight. His black robe seemed to be billowing in the evil wind, fluttering wildly, and a sinister aura spread out.

"Qiannu, come out! Kill these two for me. The nourishment from them is enough for me to become a ghost cultivator."

The man threw his head back and roared, "Heh...heh...heh..."

The eerie scream tore through the night sky, echoing across the wilderness and stirring up layers of sinister ripples, as if to shatter the tranquility of heaven and earth. The surrounding yin energy was summoned, spreading and surging like ink in the air.

"He's very strong. This is going to be a bit difficult. The dragon aura in the capital is truly extraordinary."

Ma Linghua's expression was solemn, her brows and eyes full of vigilance. She gripped Ma Hehua's wrist tightly with her slender hand, and used the momentum to suddenly retreat five meters. As her clothes fluttered, the soles of her shoes crunched over the dry grass.

In an instant, the yin energy became so thick that it was almost tangible, like dark clouds falling to the ground. A sedan chair, carrying a bone-chilling cold, slowly descended from mid-air. The sedan chair was dark, with carvings resembling ferocious ghost faces. The copper bells at the four corners swayed, but made no sound.

Just as they were wondering, a woman's playful voice drifted out, like silver bells ringing in an ice cellar, clear yet chilling, the laughter carrying a hidden murderous intent.

Ma Linghua was cautious, gathering her Yin energy in her palms as she kept her eyes fixed on the sedan chair.

The sedan chair touched the barren earth lightly and came to a quiet stop, like an eerie white flower blooming in the darkness. Immediately afterward, a figure in white, swift as a ghost, flew out of the sedan chair, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, with eyebrows like spring mountains and eyes like autumn waters filled with stars, and skin as white as snow. However, her overly pale complexion, coupled with bloodless lips and a chilling aura that lingered around her, made anyone who saw her feel that there was an indescribable strangeness hidden in this "beauty," just like a delicate rose blooming on rotten soil, its fragrance masking a face full of blemishes.

In an instant, the female ghost's eyebrows shot up, her lips parted slightly, revealing sharp, menacing teeth, and her long, dark blue fingernails suddenly extended, flashing with cold light, like ten sharp blades, piercing straight towards Ma Linghua's throat.

Their stance was like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, swift and deadly.

"bump!"

A cold glint flashed in Ma Linghua's eyes. Unfazed by the sudden attack, she moved with lightning speed, her slender legs whipping out like an arrow released from a bow.

This kick was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. It was full of spiritual power and the strength honed over many years, and it landed solidly on the female ghost's chest.

Before the female ghost could even scream, she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, disappearing into the darkness. Only the howling wind of the wilderness remained, and her voice was gone forever.

man:"????"

"That's it? Pfft... Hahaha... You made such a big show, but you couldn't even withstand one kick from my mother. Are you weak? Send over a stronger female ghost. Perfect, she's our specialty."

Ma Hehua was taken aback at first, then put her hands on her hips, laughed so hard she bent over, and her words came out like a barrage of bullets, sneering at the man in black.

"What major is relevant to this job?"

The man's brows were furrowed, his face so dark it seemed to drip water, and he squeezed out this cold question through clenched teeth, his heart filled with annoyance and shock.

It is a great disgrace that our beloved "Qiannu," whom we have carefully nurtured and placed so much hope in, was so easily defeated and kicked away without a trace.

"You're a ghost cultivator, why don't you hide and catch ghosts instead of running into me? Is your brain filled with shit?!"

Ma Hehua raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and unleashed a torrent of angry curses like a machine gun. Her clear voice echoed in the wilderness, full of contempt and disdain, completely devoid of her previous panic, and she seemed like a fearless little firecracker.

"Lotus, don't talk nonsense. He hasn't become a ghost cultivator yet! Tell me! Is he from the Church of Light?"

Ma Linghua rebuked her daughter for her recklessness, but her gaze was like a cold blade, fixed on the man in black robes, trying to discern his true intentions from his expression. Her spiritual energy surged within her, ready to be unleashed.

"Hmph! It seems you know quite a bit, but tonight, you will all die."

The man's face darkened, and he let out a cold snort. His voice was like ice shards rubbing together, carrying a chilling killing intent. As soon as he finished speaking, he roared, "Soul Hook, go!"

At his command, several ghostly figures emerged from beneath his black robe, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They resembled humanoid figures but had distorted faces, their bodies shrouded in yin energy. They whimpered and pounced on the mother and daughter, presumably because they usually relied on numerous evil spirits to "buff" him, which allowed them to put on such a frightening act.

"Mother, let me go, I'll go and meet him."

Ma Hehua instantly perked up, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit, like two raging flames, casting aside her fear and volunteering for the mission.

"Okay! Go ahead! Be careful." Ma Linghua nodded in agreement, stepping aside to let her daughter rush forward, her gaze filled with concern and expectation.

"Ha! You worthless piece of trash, take this!"

Ma Hehua let out a sharp cry, and a large knife appeared in her hand without her noticing. The blade gleamed with a cold light, and its broad edge shone with a chilling gleam under the moonlight, as if it could cut through the thick darkness of the night.

The man was startled and instinctively ducked to avoid it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the large knife, and his lips twitched violently as he wondered where the sharp blade had come from.

Before the thought could even finish, Ma Hehua, using the momentum of her forward charge, moved like a whistling wind, closing in instantly. Her broadsword was raised high, its blade reflecting on her alluring face, about to strike the man's head. The blade was fierce and unstoppable.

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