“I won’t save him, but I also won’t let that Taoist priest beat him to a pulp.”
"Huh? What do you mean, brother?"
Xiao Yanbao didn't quite understand Ye Ming's words, but Ye Ming didn't explain further. Xiao Yanbao could only rest her chin on her hands, looking preoccupied.
But after a few minutes, Xiao Yanbao was cheerful again, because she knew that Ye Ming would stop Master Xu. As for whether Ye Ming could stop Master Xu, Xiao Yanbao seemed to have never considered it, or perhaps she had inexplicable confidence in Ye Ming.
Just as Li Qichen arrived at the downstairs of the naughty child's house with Xiao Yanbao and Ye Ming, Xiao Yanbao sensed a magical aura, and his worry for the little fetal spirit grew even stronger.
"Fourth Uncle, let's go up quickly! The little fetus is in danger!"
The magical fluctuations must be from Master Xu dealing with the little fetal spirit. Before Li Qichen could move forward, Ye Ming ran up the stairs towards the naughty child's house. Xiao Yanbao wanted to follow, but was picked up by his fourth uncle.
"Don't rush, let's take the elevator!"
When Fourth Uncle stepped out of the elevator, he saw Ye Ming standing between the little fetus spirit and the two Taoist priests. The little fetus spirit must have suffered considerable damage. Although its eyes were still blood red, its form was no longer as solid as before and had become much more ethereal.
"Who are you?"
The one who spoke was the fellow Daoist who came with Master Xu. He only felt that Ye Ming was unusual, but he couldn't sense Ye Ming's background. However, Master Xu, who was standing next to him, had a very solemn expression.
Although Ye Ming in front of her still looked like a child, he could exert a scorching pressure on her like the blazing sun.
"I heard you're going to beat him to a pulp?"
The moment Ye Ming spoke, the little spirit seemed to be frightened, covering its eyes with its hands and trembling on the ground. When Master Xu saw this, he reached out and stopped the fellow Daoist who wanted to step forward.
"He killed someone."
"So what?"
"Heaven will not allow a ghost like him to live in the human world."
"You can represent the will of Heaven? Zhang Songbai never said anything like that, did he?"
As soon as Ye Ming spoke, Master Xu and his fellow Daoists were stunned. Zhang Songbai, others might not know who he was, but they knew that he was the only purple-robed Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain in the present day, who was said to have lived for more than three hundred years.
This human cub in front of me actually dares to call me by my name!
Master Xu and his fellow Daoists couldn't help but feel uneasy, increasingly unsure of Ye Ming's identity...
(End of this chapter)
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