The room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could be squeezed out of water. Li Hehua puffed out her chest, her face full of solemnity, and said loudly, "Mother, I know, I will definitely keep an eye on Fa Gui."
His expression was as if he had made an unbreakable vow, a solemn oath, each word resounding with conviction.
Li Fagui stood to the side, his lips twitching slightly. He was starting to have doubts and couldn't help but think to himself: What should I do if I start to distrust my wife?
His gaze subtly swept towards Ma Hehua, his eyes revealing an undisguised hesitation.
The prosperity of the capital city seemed like a thing of the past. After entrusting the courtyard house to the steady and reliable Uncle Fu, he returned to Black Wind Village with the Ma family mother and daughter.
The black dirt road and old tiled houses there hold more than a decade of memories for the Ma family, and they also tug at his heartstrings.
With an elite team at the helm, the company operates smoothly, leaving him with no worries. He is fully focused on ensuring that all his assets are securely left to Lihua, and that no one else can even dream of coveting a single penny.
In the open space at the village entrance, Qiu Sheng, with his agile figure, flowing sleeves, and high-pitched singing, was completely immersed in the world of opera.
The little devils stumbled over, yelling at the top of their lungs, "The three killing gods of the Ma family are here! Everyone, hide!"
These words struck like a thunderbolt, and the crowd scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, leaving the venue empty in the blink of an eye.
A burly man reacted quickly, grabbing Qiu Sheng and pulling him behind a haystack. Qiu Sheng staggered, his face full of confusion: "What happened?"
"I noticed they didn't look too good just now. Let's stay away and avoid them."
Meanwhile, in the old Ma family house, Ma Linghua slammed the door shut, swayed a few times, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of pink blood, which splattered on the ground, forming an eerie pattern.
She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, cursing angrily: "Damn it, Blood Lotus is such a shrew, absorbing half of my cultivation."
Despite her cursing, she had no time to waste. She hastily wiped away the bloodstains with her sleeves, crossed her legs, sat on the ground, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her breathing.
After a while, she opened her eyes and reached into the cloth bag to glance at Master Baige.
After not seeing him for many days, Master Baige's aura became even more fierce, clearly indicating that he had "evolved" even more powerfully.
Ma Linghua stared at the portrait, her eyes reddening, and sighed, "It's all fate."
The situation is now critical. Li Zhongguo's body has gone missing and Lihua is trapped. Each and every one of these events is like a sharp blade hanging over our heads.
Going to the sinkhole is the only way out, but her Xuan power is currently severely depleted. Going there rashly would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
After much deliberation, she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and secretly decided to first go into seclusion for a few months to recover some of her profound energy before heading towards the sinkhole. Even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she would never back down.
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In the dim light, the will-o'-the-wisp flickered, illuminating the deep wrinkles on the old woman's face. She leaned closer to the little ghost, her gaze piercing, her voice strained: "You really saw her come back, pale as a ghost?"
Every word he uttered carried an undisguised urgency, as if he wanted to pry the truth out of the little devil's mouth.
The thought raced through her mind, and she became increasingly certain that this matter was hidden, a matter of life and death, and she had to investigate it.
"Yeah! I saw it with my own eyes." The kid nodded his head vigorously, responding crisply with a determined look in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, the matchmaker frowned, her mind churning with unspoken thoughts, as if she were in a game of chess with turbulent undercurrents, pondering her next move.
Several vengeful ghosts saw through her thoughts, exchanged glances, and shook their heads. One of the bolder ones floated forward and advised, "Mrs. Matchmaker, don't do anything foolish! You won't even get a seat at the banquet, you'll just be gone!" His voice trembled, revealing his genuine fear of the Ma family.
The matchmaker's lips twitched, and she remained silent, but inwardly she sneered: You underestimate me! How could she not know how formidable the Ma family was?
Back then, Huang Sanlang was blinded by lust for his mother, the weasel, and abandoned the Ma family. What was the result?
The Ma family used ruthless methods, and Huang Sanlang was tortured to the point of being terrified. The horrific scene is still vivid in her mind, and just thinking about it makes Xi Po's spine tingle.
She didn't want to follow in his footsteps, but this matter seemed to hold an opportunity, and it would be a pity to give it up.
Her eyes darted around, a cunning glint in them, and she instantly had an idea: find a sucker to go first and find out the strength of the Ma family, while she would hide in the shadows and reap the benefits. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Thinking this, the matchmaker smiled sinisterly, concealed herself, and quietly began searching for the unsuspecting victim.
The night was thick and dark, pressing down heavily. Black Wind Village was completely swallowed by darkness. The cold wind howled and whistled through the streets and alleys, stirring up ghostly figures and chaos in the village.
Inside the old Ma family house, Ma Linghua sat on a creaking wooden chair. Her stomach rumbled a few times at just the right moment. She rubbed her empty belly and secretly rejoiced: luckily, there was still some grain and vegetables at home.
Li Fagui, who was standing to the side, was a diligent person who was always looking out for things to do. He rolled up his sleeves and quickly tidied up the house.
The dust on the ground was swept away and the items were put away neatly. He straightened up, ready to take a break, when suddenly his scalp tingled and a chill ran through his body—a ghost had broken into the Ma family's house.
Ma Linghua was incredibly perceptive; she instantly noticed the unusual activity. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips as she said in a chilling voice, "Since you're here, come out! What are you doing, sneaking around like this?"
Before she finished speaking, she moved with lightning speed, yanking open the door and rushing into the yard with a gust of wind.
The pale moonlight illuminated the strange, ferocious ghost before them. The ghost was tall and imposing, exuding a chilling, eerie green aura, and its blood-red eyes were especially terrifying in the darkness.
Ma Linghua showed no fear, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, and shouted, "Go!"
With his right arm brimming with powerful internal energy, he unleashed a heavy punch, accompanied by a gust of wind, striking with the speed of a cannonball straight at the ghost's face.
With a "crack" sound, like bones breaking, the fierce ghost was stunned and staggered, his face full of astonishment, clearly not expecting Ma Linghua to be so ruthless.
"Looks like you've prepared for your demise. Alright, I'll send you on your way!"
Ma Linghua pressed forward relentlessly, her movements agile and powerful, her punches and kicks swift and fierce, her attacks as fierce as a torrential downpour.
The ghost's face changed drastically, cold sweat poured down his face, and he cursed inwardly: That damned matchmaker, she does nothing but despicable things, tricking me into coming here to die!
If they tried to escape now, they would find that their escape route had already been blocked by Ma Linghua's aura.
The matchmaker in the shadows watched with a look of pity. It seemed that they couldn't win and might as well just lie down and wait to die.
Ma Linghua had no patience to waste time with him. She quickly formed hand seals, and a strange red light emanated from her body. The light grew increasingly intense, and it looked as if she was about to completely devour the evil spirit.
The monstrous ghost was terrified and screamed for mercy, but Ma Linghua remained unmoved. As soon as she made a hand seal, a burst of light exploded, and the evil ghost instantly vanished without a trace.
The Ma family mansion returned to silence once more, with only the sound of the wind still lingering, as if whispering about this thrilling confrontation.
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