The man in the lead was named Yang Damao, a relative of Yang Shun. He had a dark, round face and looked honest and simple, but his triangular eyes were piercing, with a fierce glint in their narrow slits.
Yang Damao stared intently at Wen Li, making sure she was alone, and then loudly demanded, "Who are you talking to?"
Wen Li laughed after hearing this: "Can't you hear me?"
Wen Li said, "There are so many people around me, Wu Qingqian, Li Jie, Fang Yumin..."
After reciting the names of all the vengeful ghosts around her, Wen Li's lips gradually curved into a smile as she looked at everyone: "You should have heard of these girls I'm talking about, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, fear filled the eyes of the group of men in front of him.
Yang Damao reacted quickly and immediately called over the master: "Master, hurry up, we'll give you more money, quickly get rid of all these evil spirits!"
The master was terrified. He had no real skills to begin with, and his previous words were just made up. He figured these people already had something to hide, so they would believe whatever he said.
But now that the fake master has met the real master, he is not only feeling guilty but also afraid.
Yang Damao didn't get a response from the master for a long time. He turned around and saw that the master was pale and full of fear. At this point, there was nothing he didn't understand.
Yang Damao's face showed a sense of indignation at being deceived, and he kicked the master in the stomach: "You bastard, you dare to lie to me!"
The master was writhing on the ground in pain.
Yang Damao gave a signal to the man next to him, and soon the man grabbed a knife and stabbed it toward the master's chest.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts...
The master went from screaming in panic to moaning intermittently, and finally, with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide open in terror, he passed away.
Wen Li looked extremely pale.
These people kill so easily; how many people have fallen victim to their cruelty before this?
Moreover, the group of people did not have a fierce look on their faces, so she did not immediately notice that there was blood on their bodies.
Is there any connection between this and the household deity that Wu Qingqian mentioned?
A thought flashed through Wen Li's mind, and then she glared angrily at the group of people in front of her: "You are all utterly heartless. Even after you die, I will make sure you go through the eighteenth level of purgatory!"
Yang Damao sneered: "You should worry about yourself first!"
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