For a moment, Xiaoqing couldn't come up with a good excuse, and the man, who couldn't tolerate betrayal, actually hacked Xiaoqing to death with an axe. He then sealed her in a well with the woman. The well was originally blocked with an iron plate. Originally, the man thought that in this lifetime, these two ghosts would never come to seek revenge on him...

As for the nobleman, he waited in the woods for a whole night, but there was no sign of Xiaoqing, so he had to leave in disappointment. After all, there were so many beautiful women in the world. As long as you have money, what kind of women can you want?

That night, the man lit a lamp and carefully wiped the blood from the inn with a linen cloth. It happened to be raining heavily that day, and all the water was washed away by the rain. However, there were still guests who recognized Xiaoqing and asked, "Boss, where is the boss lady?"

The man touched his head, looking innocent, "She got angry with me a few days ago and went back to her parents' home!"

The man thought he could keep it a secret forever, but he never expected that the well would eventually be opened...

Jiuxi kicked the unconscious man on the ground. Seeing that he was unconscious, he said to the female ghost earnestly, "A ghost messenger will come to take you back to the underworld tonight. I will have someone fish out your body and bury it properly."

The female ghost couldn't see Jiuxi clearly for a moment. With her special ability, she could see her own ghost body. She asked, "Girl, who are you?"

Jiuxi smiled coldly and said, "I... I am a Taoist priest!" His identity should not be revealed. He was just a passerby anyway. As for the job of retrieving the corpse, it was naturally left to Li Zang.

The corpse driver who had dealt with the three zombies used his Qinggong to jump down from the building. He glanced at Jiuxi, then at Mingye, and said, "Can a Taoist priest get married?"

Is this corpse driver here specifically to dismantle the place?

Mingye was about to make a move when Jiuxi grabbed his slender hand and said to the corpse driver, "I'm a Taoist priest from Kyoto. I don't have so many rules and regulations."

With these words, the female ghost and the corpse driver were fooled.

She and Mingye walked out of the inn one after the other, and the miserable Li Zang could only hold his mouth and walk to the backyard. However, the corpse driver said generously, "Brother! Let me do this rough work!"

Li Zang naturally nodded in agreement when someone helped him. After saying thank you a few times, he followed Jiuxi and Mingye like a gust of wind.

After the three left, the corpse driver jumped into the well and fished out the two corpses. The two corpses had been soaked in water for decades, and their bodies had turned white. Even their bones and flesh were a little broken. The corpse driver put one of the corpses away and buried the other on the spot. His cold eyes were filled with a bit of resentment, and he said fiercely, "Jiuxi... Jialou Mingye! I, Luo Yun, will make you pay the price!"

Although his body was destroyed and his demon core was taken away that day, Luo Yun's soul still escaped the search of the hell's ghost officials. He happened to see the corpse driver driving corpses in the middle of the night, and his soul squeezed into the corpse driver's body, devouring the corpse driver's soul in the process, and luckily saved his life. Luo Yun had originally given up on revenge, but now, he saw Jiuxi and Jialou Mingye in this inn. The blazing fire of revenge gushed out violently, and even his chest hurt with a little breathing...

At this moment, Jiuxi was holding a small heater, reading the storybook with great interest, and eating the fruits and food handed to him by Mingye from time to time. He was enjoying the book very much.

But at a certain moment, Ming Ye's eyes darkened. He sensed that there seemed to be something haunted in this inn, but the feeling soon disappeared. He paused, peeled off the orange peel, and carefully tore off the white veins on it. After everything was done, he handed the orange to someone who was reading a storybook and couldn't stop.