The woman fell to the ground, probably injured, her shoulders shaking as she cried, looking utterly pitiful.
"Thank you for saving me." There were no lights in the yard, and the light was dim. The woman struggled several times but couldn't stand up.
Neither Pei Di nor Li Wenhe moved. One felt that since the boss hadn't told him to help, he definitely wouldn't; the other was cautious and worried that there might be a trap.
A few seconds later, Mingzhuo saw that the woman was too pitiful, so he went over and helped her up from the ground.
The woman said gratefully, "Thank you—"
"You're welcome," Ming Zhuo said with a smile, turning the peach wood sword inserted into the woman's abdomen before kicking her away.
All these changes happened too fast. Before the woman's long fingernails could even grow, she was struck hard and her appearance changed instantly.
It was a vengeful ghost in red, with a dark blue face and overflowing resentment; it was a far cry from the weak, pitiful, and helpless figure it had appeared just moments before.
The female ghost said resentfully, "How did you find out?"
"Because I'm powerful, what other reason could there be?" Mingzhuo said as he attacked, instantly obliterating the female ghost with a single sword strike.
This was the first time Pei Di had ever seen an evil spirit so directly. He moved closer to Li Wenhe and said, "Luckily, our boss is amazing."
The arm I was holding was cool, and the icy chill was unbearable even through my clothes.
"Li Wen, are you cold?" he asked, and just as he was about to turn his head to look at her, he suddenly realized something was wrong!
Li Wenhe was standing diagonally in front of him, so who was next to him?
He forced himself not to turn around and look at the people around him, and took off running, shouting, "Boss! Help!"
Li Wenhe looked puzzled and even dodged to the side when he saw him rushing over.
Pei Di felt something blowing cold air on his left shoulder. He turned his head and saw a bloody, mangled ghost face right in front of him.
Pei Di: "!!!"
He almost died on the spot before realizing he hadn't let go and had pulled the ghost over!
Seeing that he had reacted, the ghost gave a strange smile. Pei Di knew something was wrong and immediately took out a willow branch from his pocket, which he had just picked in the yard. He struck first and lashed it out.
The ghost probably never expected this person to dare to make a move. It was stunned by the blow, and Pei Di took the opportunity to break free and run to Ming Zhuo's side.
Li Wenhe also hid beside Ming Zhuo, looking very wary.
Under the eaves, inside the house, and on the steps, ghosts appeared one after another, surrounding the three people from all directions.
Mingzhu broke off two willow branches from the willow tree in the courtyard and handed them to the two of them along with a bundle of talismans.
"Go, wipe them out."
Li Wenhe was taken aback. "And what about you?"
"Of course, I'm going to find the big boss!" Mingzhuo said, cutting a path with each step and rushing up to the second floor.
The old man in the Tang suit looked displeased when he saw her come up. "You dare to come up here? You and the two below you will all die here today!"
As they were talking, Mingzhuo unexpectedly picked up a piece of porcelain from the display shelf and smashed it over.
The elderly man in the Tang suit dodged the attack and was furious. "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"
“I know him, an old acquaintance, a defeated opponent.” Ming Zhuo didn’t stop for a moment, picking up porcelain and smashing it, quickly emptying the entire display shelf.
She clapped her hands, then suddenly spun around and kicked twice, sending two flowerpots from the shelf crashing down on her.
The old man in the Tang suit dodged the first blow, but not the second. He was hit in the chest, and his blood surged, almost causing him to vomit blood.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a brutal fight, so he didn't dare to say anything more. He hurriedly grabbed the soul-summoning banner and commanded the hundred ghosts to attack Mingzhuo.
Mingzhuo clicked his tongue. If physical attacks can't win, then they'll switch to magical attacks.
She chuckled. "I already told you I was defeated by you, and you still dare to release evil spirits to court death."
Mingzhuo unleashed the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, which struck down all the evil spirits in the house, killing some and sending others fleeing.
The old man in the Tang suit actually coughed up blood this time. He looked at Ming Zhuo in disbelief, his hand holding the soul-summoning banner trembling. "Who exactly are you?"
He suddenly felt uneasy. He seemed to have heard somewhere that a highly skilled master had suddenly appeared in the Xuanmen sect...
Could it be this brat in front of me?
The old man in the Tang suit dared not be careless any longer. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the soul-summoning banner, then desperately made hand seals and chanted incantations to urge the banner to move.
A dark shadow gradually materialized in front of them, and the dense yin energy caused the indoor temperature to plummet, becoming bone-chillingly cold.
The dark figure was clearly humanoid, with its eyes faintly glowing with a fierce red light. It was not only a malevolent spirit, but also a malevolent spirit with a hundred years of cultivation!
Mingzhuo was truly shocked; the old man was quite something.
The old man in the Tang suit thought she was scared and sneered, "It's not too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy now. I can let you die with some dignity."
He realized that the woman didn't have any magical weapons, and the peach wood sword in her hand was just a toy sword.
There is nothing to fear.
"Dignity my foot!" Ming Zhuo threw out the peach wood sword, the blade growing longer in the air as it pierced sharply towards the fierce-looking man.
Yesterday, having nothing to do, she decided to modify the peach wood sword.
Peach wood is inherently a highly yang substance, specifically designed to counteract yin and evil. Under her modification, its effects were doubled, and it fiercely battled against the malevolent forces.
While chanting incantations to help the peach wood sword fight off the evil spirits, she lunged at the old man in the Tang suit and unexpectedly kicked him in the chest.
The old man in the Tang suit coughed up blood and rolled to the ground, the soul-summoning banner in his hand sweeping towards Mingzhuo.
He was completely enraged and determined to kill his opponent!
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