"F * ck, why do I suddenly feel so cold? There's no wind!”
Not far away, the seven or eight male employees who were standing by the side of the bus and helping to carry the joss money rubbed their hands together.
While they were muttering, Yang Hao frowned and stared ahead.
In his line of sight, other than the buildings behind the garbage dump, the rest of the place was filled with dense Yin Qi.
This voice came from the Yin Qi on the other side of the joss paper bonfire.
"Master, this is!"
Yan Limin lowered his head and quickly retreated to Yang Hao's side.
If he was facing a living person, he might not be afraid. His wealth of more than 100 million was his confidence.
But the situation was obviously not right!
At this moment, the old smoke addict stopped accepting the joss paper. He turned into a puff of black smoke and circled behind Yang Hao."Master, help me! These are evil ghosts who are here to rob us!"
"F * ck!" Yang Hao cursed in his heart. Because he didn't have such experience and didn't think so much, he didn't carry the Thunderstruck Peach Wood Sword when he came out.
Right now, this ghost was so arrogant. If he didn't make a move, it would definitely be impossible for him to use his silver tongue to persuade them to retreat.
"Don't panic!" Yang Hao comforted Yan Limin and his son before calling out to the system interface.
Host: Yang Hao.
[Age: 20]
Constitution: 1.1
Spirit: 1.8
[Magic Power: 100]
[Cultivation Technique: Maoshan Qi Drawing Technique ]
[Cultivation: Mid-stage Dao Stepping Stage.]
Shop: Yang Ji Bai Shi Items Monopoly.
[Order: One Spirit House.]
[Contribution points: 31238]
Merit: 0
The paper money in front of him was all piled up together. When they moved it over, it weighed nearly 800 catties. It had not been completely burned yet, so it should only be half burned. However, Yang Hao's commission points were not lacking now.
Immediately, Yang Hao took a step forward.
The commission of more than 30,000 gave him a lot of confidence.
"Where did this wild ghost come from? I advise you to get lost quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!”
A hundred-year-old Thunderstruck Peach Wood Sword was a hundred times more expensive than a ten-year-old sword, but Yang Hao had changed it without hesitation.
Immediately, he lost 10,000 commission points, and a red wooden sword with black patterns appeared in his hand as if he was performing magic.
"Hmm? Daoist Priest!"
The surrounding Yin Qi stopped moving forward at this moment. In fact, the Yin Qi on both sides was retreating.
Even without the infusion of Dharmic powers, the hundred-year-old peachwood sword that was struck by lightning was like a high-temperature furnace in the eyes of those ghosts.
"Aren't you going to get lost?" Yang Hao didn't answer him. Instead, he was aggressive. No, he was a bully.
"Humph! You're pretending to be a wolf with a broken wooden sword. Do you think you're scared?”
The Yin Qi in front of him churned. As it churned, a figure appeared.
A fierce-looking middle-aged man was half-naked. With the help of the burning paper money, his face and body were clearly covered in scars.
In addition to this scar, he was also holding a curved black long knife in his hand.
"What a heavy baleful aura!"
Yang Hao looked at the man in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. The ghost in front of him had a head of red hair.
F * ck, Yang Hao could feel that the blood-colored hair was actually refined by this guy.
"System, what realm is this thing at?”
Yang Hao felt a little guilty. This ghost looked even more powerful than Xiaoru!
"He's still a big ghost, but he's an extremely ferocious one. He shouldn't have been dead for more than ten years, or he would have become a ghost long ago.
The ghost's hand is a lethal weapon, the kind that has been stained with the lives of at least a dozen living people. Even if the wooden sword is infused with magical power, it is still wood in nature and cannot compete with iron!”
The system's words shocked Yang Hao.
Damn it, he was still prepared to fight, but he didn't expect the knife in the ghost's hand to be so evil.
More than ten lives! What was this guy doing in front of him?
Yang Hao had this doubt in his heart, but even so, his movements were not slow. When the evil spirit walked forward with a disdainful look on its face, he held the sword in his right hand horizontally in front of him and placed the brush and sword fingers of his left hand to his mouth.
"It really hurts!" Yang Hao thought to himself. However, he was not in the mood to pay attention to this at this time.
The sword finger was stained with blood as it wiped the sword. As it wiped, magic power instantly surged out and attached to the sword.
Its entire body was as red as a branding iron.
This move immediately made the evil spirit opposite him stop. Not only him, but Yan Limin behind him and the employees of his advertising company not far from the bus were also stunned.
This wasn't television! Was it really so mystical?
The old man, who had retreated ten meters when Yang Hao took out the hundred-year thunderstruck wooden sword, was not stunned.
"Master, I beg you to get rid of this ghost. He has done many evil things before he died. After he died, he did not dare to enter the netherworld. He ran amok within a radius of ten to twenty kilometers.”
He mustered up his courage and shouted.
If it was in the past, it wouldn't matter if he didn't come back. After all, he wouldn't have any gains if he came back. He wouldn't even be able to enter the house. However, it was different now!
In the future, every time he came back, he would definitely not lack paper money offerings. How could he be willing to go down and never come back?
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。