Ba Shanzhu scanned the remains in the room and sneered, "She usually pretends to be a good girl, but does things behind the scenes. She is such a vicious and double-faced bitch, she deserves to be cut into pieces."
She was scolding Meng Yuchun, but Hong Ying misunderstood.
Hong Ying turned the gun around following the sound and asked, "Who are you scolding, old man?"
Ba Shanzhu waved his cane and said, "Are you the spirit of the house?"
"Yes!" Hong Ying swung the tip of the gun proudly.
Now the tip of the gun is covered in blood, and combined with the original metal base, it has a different kind of beauty.
As the Mountain Master raised his cane to strike, he suddenly heard the record player shout, "Hey, bitch, who the hell are you? Do you think you have the final say in this house?"
Bashanzhu looked at the record player. At first he only saw steam and smoke coming out of it and thought it was a tea stove.
I only now realize that there is a record on this thing, and the record keeps spinning, and the speaker can make sound.
Meng Yuchun actually has two house spirits.
I have heard of this before. Some high-level home cultivators do have more than one home spirit.
What does that man do?
Ba Shanzhu looked at Li Banfeng and asked, "Are you also a home spirit?"
"I..." Li Banfeng didn't know how to explain.
Ba Shanzhu laughed and said, "Forget it, I'll take you both on your way!"
Bang!
The crutch smashed to the ground, an invisible force rose up, and the corpses and various magic weapons in the room flew up.
With a cry of surprise, Tang Dao and his gloves went into Li Banfeng's pocket.
The music box is a little clumsy and wants to find Li Banfeng, but can't fly over.
The judge's pen was suspended in the air. He didn't take it seriously and turned over and fell asleep.
The calendar rolled itself up, hung on the pendulum, and flew to Li Banfeng together with the wine gourd.
Flying to Li Banfeng might not be safe, as Li Banfeng himself also flew up.
In the main living room, tables, chairs, benches, bowls, buckets, and even Li Banfeng's bed all flew up.
"Li Xiu?" The record player didn't fly, but calmly blew out steam. "This sect is rare."
"What's so rare about it? Weren't there plenty of them on the battlefield back then?" Hong Ying didn't fly either, and her long hair fluttered slightly.
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The record player laughed and said, "Blind woman, it's not that time anymore. The power cultivators are almost being forced into a dead end by the martial arts cultivators."
Hong Ying snorted coldly: "One force can defeat ten skills, one speed can defeat a hundred tricks, what are martial arts practitioners!"
The two were still arguing about their cultivation, and Master Bashan realized that the situation was not good.
The fact that these two house spirits did not fly proved that their strength was no less than Meng Yuchun's. It would be extremely difficult to kill them in a short time.
Seeing that the male house spirit has no special abilities, I will use him as a threat first to see if I can find a way to escape.
Ba Shanzhu changed his strength and wanted to throw Li Banfeng to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the tight drum beats began, Bashanzhu felt his breathing was blocked and it was difficult for him to perform his techniques.
To the rhythm of gongs and drums, Li Banfeng and all the furniture and magic weapons in the room slowly fell back to their original places. The lady cracked the technique of Master Bashan.
Bashanzhu swung his cane and hit the record player.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound from the front cabinet of the record player.
Bashanzhu hit the front door of the record player but didn't hit it hard. Her breath kept beating with the drum beats and the forces in her body were in conflict with each other.
The record player sang in a cold voice: "You ignorant old woman, who told you to touch my husband?"
The old woman's body was shaking, and she gathered all her strength to try to break free from the control of the record player.
The gongs and drums became more and more frequent, mixed with the woman's eerie singing: "I went to the Wangxiang Terrace to check it out myself, and I saw only the little ghosts and the big ghosts, escorting the dead souls who had been wrongly killed. They had iron chains around their necks. It was so miserable, so miserable. The cold wind blew around, and it chilled me to the bone."
"Exploring Yinshan" was originally a aria sung by Hualian, but the lady changed the tune and rhythm, turning it into a Qingyi style. The tune was eerie and miserable, and it made Bashanzhu tremble with fear and sweat broke out in his throat.
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Can't beat this house spirit!
Master Bashan turned around and walked out the door, but the door could not be opened.
She saw that there was a door behind Li Banfeng, so Master Bashan transformed into a ghost fire and rushed over.
This made the lady even more angry. She thought the old woman was going after Li Banfeng.
A cloud of steam came, forcing the old woman to reveal her true form. The needle pierced through her eyeball and hooked onto her eye socket, hooking the old woman back.
"You really don't know how to live or die. How dare you touch my husband!" The boiling steam burned the stylus red, and the old woman's eyes were smoking.
The old woman tried to use brute force to break the needle of the record player, but the eerie singing voice never stopped and she could not muster any strength.
Li Banfeng didn't understand.
My lady, you sang this opera very beautifully, how come it had such a destructive effect on the old woman?
As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a heat and wetness in my ears.
What's going on?
Li Banfeng took off his earrings and said angrily, "Didn't you say you are not allowed to pee in my ears?"
Hong Ying warned Erhuan: "Listen carefully to what you are allowed to hear, and don't listen to what you are not allowed to hear. This evil woman is afraid of hurting her man, so she let you hear some nice sounds. If you hear the real voice, you will be scared to death."
Bashanzhu moved her wrist. There was a gold bracelet on her wrist. This bracelet was a rare spiritual object and perhaps it could save her life.
After moving it for a while, the bracelet didn't respond.
Strange, where is the bracelet?
The bracelet is missing!
The singing needle heated up again, and the singing voices were intertwined, as if there were thousands of actors singing a big drama together.
Hanging on the needle, Bashanzhu gradually stopped struggling, and the lyrics on the record player made her fall into a trance.
Another stylus was inserted into the top of her head. Bashanzhu's body twitched and her eyes rolled up, as if her brain had been sucked out.
Li Banfeng sighed in his heart, fortunately I am a decent person and my home is a decent place.
If this happened to someone else's house, with blood all over the floor, corpses everywhere, and an old woman having her brain sucked out alive, it would definitely be like a devil's den.
"Madam, leave her some breath. I have something to ask her."
The record player said, "Husband, ask quickly. Hongying, you should also be more vigilant. This man's cultivation is not on the ground."
Hong Ying said: "Since he is not on the ground, we should kill him immediately and don't cause any trouble!"
"Who asked you to be so nosy, bitch? If your husband wants to ask you something, you have to listen to him!"
Not on the ground?
That's on the cloud.
Li Banfeng asked, "Are you the local god?"
Bashanzhu was unwilling to speak. The needle suddenly raised its temperature. Bashanzhu trembled for a while and finally spoke: "I am the local god of the eastern land, Bashanzhu."
"Is he Meng Yuchun's neighbor?"
"yes."
"Why did you kill her?"
"I want to take her deed. If she doesn't resist or retaliate, I can spare her life."
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