The wind rose, the cracks opened, and the Li Geng people rolled up these wronged souls and sent them into the underworld.
The old ghost's magic was countered and his life's work was destroyed. He never thought that his magic could be suppressed by this group of people from the underworld.
His chest felt stuffy and the old ghost spat out a mouthful of blood.
But this is not the end yet, the bull demon and the horse demon are striding towards him.
He was desperate.
The strongest ghost king has not yet taken action, and the reinforcements have not arrived yet.
He's probably going to die here today.
No! They can't kill me!
The old ghost reacted and yelled at Kong Hanan: "You just said that you in the underworld don't harm the living!!"
Niu Dou Ma Mian couldn't help but pause when he heard this.
Kong Hanan sighed a little depressed:
"Alas... How could someone like you live to be ninety-five years old?"
The old ghost laughed heartily: "I am only ninety years old this year, and I still have five years to live! You can't kill me! Hahahahaha!"
Kong Hanan took out the pen transformed from the essence of Pulse Vision and drew a line on Wu Sisan's name.
Kong Hanan suffered backlash from the forced change of life and death, as the Book of Life and Death in his hand was not the original copy. He groaned and vaguely felt that his merit points had dropped by about five points.
But he didn't feel at a disadvantage at all. Five points of merit in exchange for five years of life for this scumbag was worth it.
He raised his head and spoke coldly to Gui Lao.
"Now, you can die."
Gui Lao didn't understand what was going on, but Niu Dou Ma Mian had already pounced on him with a grin.
They are demons from the underworld, and human life is really fragile in their eyes.
Normally, they are restrained by Kong Hanan, but now that the master has given the order, they are like a wild dog that has broken free from its reins and cannot be controlled.
The old ghost was old and the little ghost had been defeated. How could he resist? He was torn to pieces by the two monsters in an instant. His soul was pulled out, but he was still struggling and shouting.
"You are totally unruly in your actions! What the hell is this? Pah!"
Kong Hanan nodded. "You still have five years to live, but you died unexpectedly. The underworld will take you in the City of the Wrongly Dead. After another five years, they will decide your rewards and punishments and arrange for your reincarnation."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and Niu Dou and Ma Mian worked together to stuff him into the underworld.
The old ghost likes to enjoy fear. There is a Li Geng clan in the City of the Dead, and they will probably be able to chat with him.
There is also a group of little ghosts who have just been sent in. They are kind and filial to the old ghost father and son, and they will definitely allow him to enjoy his old age in the City of the Dead.
A living person died in front of his eyes. Although the woodcutter knew that the person was guilty of a heinous crime, he still couldn't bear it for a moment. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Liar, didn’t you just say that you in the underworld don’t take living lives?
Kong Hanan arranged Ma Mian Niu Dou to send the woodcutter into the cave, and walked to Li Wujiu with his hands behind his back.
The deterrent power of Ghost King Li Wujiu was indeed very strong. Those demons, ghosts and monks who practiced evil arts hesitated and dared not approach.
But when Kong Hanan looked up, he saw three dark clouds approaching the gloomy sky.
Li Wujiu's expression was complicated. He was not afraid, but he didn't know how to face the promise that had lasted for a hundred years and spanned life and death.
Is my friend across from me? How would he answer me?
Li Wujiu even thought in his heart that it might be better if Yan Chang'an was torn to pieces by that group of demons. He would only need to slaughter the entire Yinfeng Mountain to avenge him instead of standing by and being caught in a dilemma.
Kong Hanan patted his shoulder and said to Li Wujiu, "Don't think about your brother for now. Look at Yinfeng Mountain and the filth and dirt all over the place. Do you have any thoughts?"
Li Wujiu was confused and shook his head, asking, "Are you touched, sir?"
Kong Hanan smiled and said, "I think this Yinfeng Mountain has a connection with my underworld. Doesn't Brother Li think so?"
As soon as the words fell, a sneer came from the dark clouds in the sky: "Hehehehehe, you have a connection with the underworld, what a big tone you have."
Li Wujiu's face changed when he heard the voice.
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