Chapter 68 You are not my father, who are you?

When Liang Xing found something wrong, the monk next to him quietly took out a bronze mirror and shone it towards Ming Zhuo.

What the mirror showed was a female ghost with a green face and fangs!

Liang Xing was slightly startled. He had no idea when the person next to him was replaced. He put his fingers behind his back and pinched his fingers quietly.

"Junior sister, come here a little, I have something to tell you." He was anxious. This evil spirit was too close to Xia Siru, and he was afraid of hurting Xia Siru.

Ming Zhuo smiled and said, "No, I can't leave Miss Xia."

After what happened just now, Xia Siru seemed to be closer to Ming Zhuo and did not object to this arrangement.

Liang Xing, however, felt that something was wrong. He exchanged glances with the monk and another Taoist priest, and the three of them attacked Ming Zhuo at the same time.

Ming Zhuo was surprised: "What are you three doing? Why are you suddenly attacking me?"

"You evil monster, I'm going to hit you, why don't you show up!" The Taoist priest had a very bad temper. They should have introduced each other before, but Liang Xing couldn't remember his name for a moment.

Liang Xing's men kept asking, "Where did you hide Ming Zhuo? Why did you pretend to be her?"

The monk's bronze mirror also attacked repeatedly, with unusual ferocity.

The three of them deliberately led Ming Zhuo away from Xia Siru, and they cooperated very well.

The others were not expecting this to happen and were stunned for a moment, not knowing which side to go to, but at least they knew that the main task today was to protect Xia Siru.

A group of people ran over and surrounded Xia Siru, protecting her tightly.

Xia Yuan squeezed in the middle, and seeing Xia Siru trembling with fear, she reached out and hugged her daughter's shoulders, comforting her not to be afraid.

Liang Xing led Ming Zhuozhan to the reception area of ​​the room. In the gap, he glanced at Xia Siru and felt that he had overlooked something.

According to Xia Siru, she dreamed of three ghosts asking for her life. Now a female ghost has come, what about the other two ghosts?

Since this female ghost can blend in with the crowd, can the other two ghosts also blend in with the crowd and take the opportunity to attack Xia Siru?

Liang Xing was immediately startled and broke out in a cold sweat. He stopped attacking and turned around and shouted, "Get out of the way, there might be ghosts in the crowd!"

At the moment he shouted this, Ming Zhuo, who had been at a disadvantage before, suddenly took out the peach wood sword in his hand, and the blade grew longer in the wind, slashing at Xia Siru and Xia Yuan.

Liang Xing's heart went cold. It was over, the target of the mission was doomed.

"Ah!" A scream came from Xia Siru, not Xia Yuan.

Xia Siru trembled like a sieve, "You are not my father, who are you?"

When the master was just beside her, he told her that three ghosts had mixed into the crowd and told her not to trust anyone.

Not only that, she also secretly gave her a talisman, and Xia Siru understood and quietly held it in her palm.

When Xia Yuan first came to her, she was very happy, thinking that her father still loved her after all.

But soon she found something wrong. When she lowered her head while holding the talisman paper, she found that the feet of the person next to her were floating on the ground.

At that time, her heart sank. If it was a normal person, it would obviously be impossible to float in the air without touching the ground.

This Xia Yuan was not a human at all.

She was so scared that she broke out in cold sweats, but she gritted her teeth and dared not raise her head, for fear that she would be discovered by the other party if she raised her head.

And she also found that the hand that patted her shoulder soothingly had grown long black nails at some point, as sharp as a steel knife, as if it would crush her shoulder in the next second and make her bleed three feet.

At that moment, her mind went blank. The fear of death gripped her heart so deeply that she couldn't even react.

However, the next second, the hand seemed to be burned by something on her body, and a large part of the long black nails was broken off.

The ghost could only pretend nothing happened and continued to pat her shoulder gently.

The strange thing was that the people around seemed to have seen nothing, and no one noticed anything wrong!

Now, the ghost was finally killed by the master!

Xia Siru also reacted. The ghost was afraid of the amulet in her hand!

"Xia Yuan" looked at her resentfully, and gradually changed his appearance, turning into the terrifying appearance in Xia Siru's dream.

He jumped to his death, his brain was flying, blood vessels were ruptured, and he bled a lot...

The ghost struggled and crawled towards Xia Siru, blood staining the ground, but in the end he still couldn't stand the sword, howled miserably, and disappeared completely.

Ming Zhuo: "I didn't kill you before because I thought you were also controlled by others and didn't mean to hurt people."

People who jump to their deaths are full of resentment and are likely to become powerful ghosts.

But as long as they haven't hurt the lives of ordinary people, of course they can't be killed with a sword, although Ming Zhuo thinks that killing with a sword is very clean and neat, and saves a lot of trouble.

But this ghost is obviously not as simple as being controlled.

He had reached an agreement with someone and voluntarily allowed himself to be trained into a fierce ghost to avenge ordinary people in this world.

Before he found Xia Siru, he had already killed several people, so he could become a very evil and fierce monster in a short period of time.

In this case, Ming Zhuo had no psychological burden when killing.

"Master!" Xia Siru was about to cry out. Now she felt unsafe in this room full of people. Only Ming Zhuo gave her a strong sense of security.

She quickly ran to Ming Zhuo's side.

Liang Xing was shocked at first, but then relieved. Since Ming Zhuo could kill an evil ghost with one sword, it was obviously impossible to be a ghost.

But the bronze mirror of the monk clearly showed a green-faced, fang-toothed evil ghost...

The hot-tempered Taoist priest immediately pointed the tip of his sword at the monk, "You just used the bronze mirror to turn a person into a ghost. Is it a trick? In fact, you are the ghost?"

Liang Xing also looked at the monk vigilantly.

The monk was stunned: "My two Taoist friends, don't fall for this evildoer's trick! They directed and acted it themselves..."

"You still dare to make excuses!" The Taoist priest didn't believe it and stabbed him with his sword.

When Liang Xing was about to join in, he hesitated and looked back at Ming Zhuo, "Master..."

He stopped calling her "Junior Sister" and subconsciously followed Xia Siru in calling Ming Zhuo "Master".

Ming Zhuo: "What are you looking at me for? Come on! If you don't make a move, then let me do it."

The Taoist priest couldn't help but smile. Now, if Ming Zhuo makes a move, he will definitely be able to deal with this bald donkey in a minute!

However, the next second, a sword light came out of nowhere and directly chopped the Taoist priest to death.

He turned his head to look at Ming Zhuo, his face full of disbelief.

Ming Zhuo said that he understood him very well, "You think that you pretended to be fine, tampered with the monk's bronze mirror, and found a scapegoat, so how could you be found out, right?"

"Because I'm awesome, it's useless even if your boss came today." She smiled slightly.

The ghost also turned back to its original appearance of brains and blood, with a dark face full of resentment, "If I die, you can't escape!"

He turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.