Zhang Zhongbao was whipped out and screamed in pain. After he finally got up with great difficulty, he heard a creepy and familiar voice calling his name.
He turned around and saw, "Oh my God!" A ghost with a green face, fangs, and blood all over its head and face, opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards him.
Zhang Zhongbao was trembling all over, his face pale with fear, his legs and feet weak, but he still rolled and crawled back, "There's a ghost! There's a ghost, help me!"
But how could his clumsy and injured body possibly outrun Xiaohuan, a floating ghost?
Xiaohuan caught it in a few moves and let it go, then started scratching and biting it in revenge.
"See? He's just a little fatter, but not scary at all.
That is the pig raised by the Mo family. If you like, you can easily kill it as long as you use the right method.
So, we women are not weak, nor are we inferior to men. When we are bullied, we fight back and retaliate.
There is no need to care about other people's opinions. A man who has three wives and four concubines and visits brothels is also dirty and rotten, just as cheap as cabbage.
And you were just bitten by a pig when you were weak. What does it matter?
You should stand up, pick up the butcher knife, and kill the pig that bit you.
From now on, you are still the spoiled young lady who is loved by your father, mother and brother..." Feng Ling's voice blended with the sound of the jingling holy bells and rang in Miss Mo's ears.
Miss Mo's eyes gradually regained clarity. She stared blankly at the tragic scene of Zhang Zhongbao being killed by Xiaohuan. It was so similar to their original experience, except that the roles were reversed.
She also heard Feng Ling's words and immediately understood.
Miss Mo hurried back into the house, took out a pair of scissors, and rushed towards Zhang Zhongbao.
Mo Shengping was stunned. Could this be possible? Was he getting better? But, "Sister, be careful..." He immediately followed, to prevent Zhang Zhongbao from hurting her.
But Mo Shengping was overthinking it. Miss Mo's delicate body might not be able to defeat Zhang Zhongbao, but there was still Xiaohuan, a powerful ghost with explosive power.
When Miss Mo arrived with scissors in hand, Zhang Zhongbao was already covered in blood. The blood vessels in his neck were scratched and bleeding profusely. He was about to die.
"Miss, please don't come over here. I will avenge my vengeance myself. Don't dirty your hands."
Zhang Zhongbao looked like he was about to die, so Xiaohuan stopped and felt relieved. Her appearance gradually returned to her normal self.
She turned around and smiled at Miss Mo, with relief in her eyes, but also heartache for her mistress.
Her death put an end to everything, but the young lady's life would be difficult from then on.
Miss Mo shook her head, her eyes showing a bit more determination, "No, he hurt my people, I will kill him!"
Give her another blow to regain her lost courage and lay the foundation for her difficult life in the future.
Miss Mo took the scissors and stabbed Zhang Zhongbao straight in the heart. "We are not easy to bully. You harmed my master and servant. Have you ever thought about the consequences today? Die! Die!"
Miss Mo stabbed Zhang Zhongbao hysterically, as if she had used up all her strength, and she fainted all of a sudden.
"Sister? Master Feng?!" Mo Shengping anxiously took over his sister's fallen body, his face full of worry.
Feng Ling came over and checked her out. "She should be fine. She must be exhausted. Take her to rest. She'll be fine once she wakes up."
"Okay, thank you." There were only a few of them in the yard, and Mo Shengping didn't care about the distinction between men and women. He directly carried his sister into the bedroom to rest.
But before Mo Shengping could come out, the gate of the courtyard suddenly shattered into pieces.
The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest in white clothes, holding a wooden sword, and came over aggressively.
Next to the Taoist priest in white was the housekeeper who should have been locked up.
As soon as the housekeeper entered the room, he saw his son lying in a pool of blood and was stunned.
"Zhongbao? Zhongbao! Who did this?" He hurried over to take a look and saw that his son was covered in wounds, with a big gash on his neck, as if it had been bitten by a wild beast.
There was a pair of scissors stuck in his chest, and he was dead, having just died.
"Ah! Ah! Zhongbao, my son, you died so tragically!" The housekeeper hugged his son's body and screamed in collapse.
"It's you? You killed my son, right?! I'm going to kill you to avenge my son!" The butler didn't care, pulled out the dagger in his arms, and rushed straight towards Feng Ling.
Feng Ling did not react, because Huo Jinxing beside him raised his hand and swept the butler, just like his son before, flew directly to the wall.
But he was determined and did not faint. Instead, he got up and staggered back.
He fell to his knees in front of the Taoist priest and cried loudly, "Master, you must avenge me, they killed my only son.
Yes, yes, and there is also this little bitch in front of me, who broke the soul-locking curse on the master and cured the mistress of the poison..."
The housekeeper had already found out that his wife had died on the spot, so he glared at Feng Ling viciously, wishing he could bite off a piece of her flesh.
Feng Ling and the Taoist priest in white looked at each other, and no one spoke first.
But the next moment, Feng Ling couldn't help it and held her forehead with her hand, "I can't take it anymore, my eyes are injured. Remember to remind me in the future, never wear white clothes again, it will blind me."
It's so fucking ugly!
A muscular middle-aged man with a muscular body, dark red skin, and a face full of flesh, wearing a tight white Taoist robe?!
Oh, she will never wear a Taoist robe other than white in the future. Feng Ling felt a chill and leaned weakly towards Huo Jinxing who was standing upright beside her.
"Hmph, you're so sharp-tongued, young man. This man's death was actually caused by an evil spirit, wasn't it? As a Taoist nun, you actually let the ghost commit crimes and don't even follow the basic rules of the profession. I'm afraid this martial world will no longer tolerate evildoers like you."
The Taoist priest in white said coldly that Xiaohuan had been taken away by Feng Ling and he could not see it.
At this time, he was staring at Feng Ling, as if trying to figure out how to avoid the masked man with great martial arts skills beside her.
"Puff!" Feng Ling laughed in anger, "You're talking to me about the rules of Taoism? You're a bandit who took over someone else's body, and you're talking to me about rules?
Are you sure you're not here to make fun of me?
Why don't you tell me first, why did you lock up the soul of the Mo family master? Why did you plant the longevity-eating Gu in Mrs. Mo?
Did you tamper with the Mo family's house's feng shui? It also took away their fortune...
This kind of thing of stealing money and killing people, which is against the moral principles of heaven, you are doing it quite smoothly, aren't you? "
The Taoist's aura is obviously different from his body. He is a typical evil cultivator who robs and plunders people. How dare he openly appear in the world and harm the people? What is he thinking?
You don't think no one can handle him, do you? Feng Ling pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
Looking forward to the competition among peers, I wonder what skills the Taoists in this world have?
The Taoist priest in white was stunned with shock. He had been in a different body for so long, and Feng Ling was the first to discover it. Could it be that, "You also stole my tongue?!"
Otherwise, how could a little girl like Feng Ling have such a high level of Taoism? But the Taoist priest in white didn't see any clues from her.
Feng Ling scoffed, "Do you think it's possible?"
At most, she was just a lucky finder, taking over someone else's unwanted body, and even the ghost messenger didn't notice...
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