Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

A female ghost dressed in red was standing in front of him.

The ragged clothes could not hide her pale skin. Her long hair was hanging down in disorder, almost covering her cheeks.

The pale whites of his eyes occasionally appeared between his hair, flashing a faint light.

The appearance of the female ghost made Tan Feng's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.

He instinctively wanted to run away, but fear made his legs weak. He barely took a step and tripped.

With a stumble, Tan Feng lost his balance and fell to the ground in a mess.

"boom."

Unfortunately, his head hit hard on a stone tablet.

There was a sharp pain, as if something had cracked in his forehead.

Tan Feng felt dizzy and struggled to stand up, but his body was out of control. He could only lie on the ground and watch the female ghost getting closer and closer.

Seeing this, Xiaolong and Xiaohu rushed forward and helped him up.

Warm liquid dripped rapidly from Tan Feng's forehead. He raised his hand and touched it, and the sticky and bloody blood instantly dyed his palm red.

Seeing the blood, Tan Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and his tense nerves were like a barrel of explosives that had been lit.

"Oh shit!"

He suddenly broke free from the support of the two people, struggled to stand up, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

"It's over. Crazy Brother is going crazy again."

Xiaolong and Xiaohu looked at each other, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

But Tan Feng seemed not to hear their voices. His eyes were fixed on the female ghost, with the dagger in his hand ready to stab her at any time.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the ghost girl's long hair fluttered in the wind, revealing her pale face.

Although her face was pale, her delicate features and outlines revealed a unique charm.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Tan Feng's face.

This smile was full of desire for the unknown and crazy possessiveness.

He licked his dry lips, let out a low roar from his throat, and actually pounced towards the female ghost.

A few meters away, seeing Tan Feng doing something indecent to a paper man, Jiang Xiaochuan finally understood why he was called a madman.

"abnormal!"

On the side, Wang Qingxue saw what Tan Feng did and spat lightly, then quickly turned her head to the side, fearing that it would leave any shadow.

The situation was critical and Jiang Xiaochuan had no time to appreciate it.

The most urgent task is to send Wang Qingxue out first so that he can concentrate on dealing with the mastermind behind the scenes.

"follow me."

Jiang Xiaochuan took Wang Qingxue out without saying anything.

After experiencing such a horrific scene, Wang Qingxue didn’t have the courage to stay any longer and followed Jiang Xiaochuan like a tail.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xiaochuan returned to the cemetery again.

Standing in front of the grave, he saw that white steam was emitting from the two paper figures, which represented that the luck of the Wang family and his son was being ruthlessly drained away.

However, Jiang Xiaochuan was well prepared.

After discovering the paper man technique during the day, he found a way to crack it in his mind and made several talismans.

Holding the talisman in his hand, he slowly walked towards the first paper figure.

The white mist coming out of the paper man became thicker and thicker, as if something was resisting fiercely.

Jiang Xiaochuan chanted a spell silently while urging the talisman to stick to the paper man's forehead.

As the rune was attached, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the paper man.

The scream was sharp and terrifying, but Jiang Xiaochuan remained unmoved and continued to activate the talisman.

Under the impact of this force, the white gas on the paper man began to gradually dissipate.

Its body also began to twist, as if it was experiencing great pain.

Finally, with a slight sound, the paper man turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Jiang Xiaochuan took out another talisman from his arms.

With a flick of his fingertips, the talisman flew towards the paper man's forehead with a fierce momentum.

However, this time the paper man seemed to be protected by an invisible force and had no reaction to the attack of the talisman.

Jiang Xiaochuan frowned, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, gathered all the spiritual energy in his body, and chanted the words to break the spell.

As the spell was recited, Jiang Xiaochuan posted the talisman again.

This time the power of the talisman was like an arrow breaking through the air, instantly penetrating the paper man's defense and hitting its core.

The paper man let out a shrill scream, but this time the sound was weaker than before.

Jiang Xiaochuan knew that this was the paper man's dying struggle, so he continued to activate the talisman without mercy, injecting all his remaining strength into it.

Finally, with a crackling sound, the paper man completely collapsed and turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

As the second paper man disappeared, the terrifying atmosphere in front of the grave also disappeared.

Before Jiang Xiaochuan could catch his breath, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from behind him.

His heart tightened, and before he turned around, a cold and gloomy voice came from the underworld: "Do you think it's over?"