Starting from the ultimate, the keeper behind the Nine Gates

The Qian family father and son were busy pinching the Ren Zhong point, while the other was busy untying someone.

Just as the two were getting anxious, the others also showed signs of waking up one after another.

When they opened their eyes, everyone had an expression as if they had survived a disaster. It was obvious that they still remembered what had just happened.

At this moment, apart from fear, there was only one thought in these people's minds, and that was to quickly escape from this place of trouble.

But they haven't taken action yet.

This time!

"Ahhh!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the sky.

The sudden attack almost killed several people who were in extremely weak condition on the spot.

Then a man was seen crawling out of the coffin, with a ferocious expression and eyes full of fear.

He was too anxious and fell heavily to the ground.

"Click——"

A crisp sound was heard, and the man's legs flipped to one side at a strange angle.

But he seemed to feel no pain and crawled on the ground asking for help from everyone.

"help me!"

His bloodless lips opened and closed, but his throat seemed to be strangled, and the sounds he made were weak and fragmented.

But the others were also busy with their own affairs and had no time to care about him.

Instead, the middle-aged woman who almost fainted from laughing stretched out her hand tremblingly.

At this moment, she was still breathing heavily, and her chest seemed to expand to the extreme with each breath, greedily wanting to absorb all the oxygen around her.

I didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone save people.

He was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and coupled with the fact that he was dragging his crippled leg, Zhou Kun was unable to muster the strength to kick off several times and fell into the air.

He had no choice but to rely on his upper limbs, holding on to the ground with both hands, and struggled to crawl forward.

Bright red blood soon seeped out of the fingertips, and long drag marks appeared under the body.

As if seeing that no one was willing to save him, Zhou Kun's eyes became more full of resentment.

It was at this moment that a pair of feet appeared in his sight.

Seeing this, Zhou Kun's expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen a savior.

He stretched out his bloody hand in ecstasy, trying to grab the other person's ankle.

His tone was urgent and earnest, "Save me, and I'll give you money. I'll give you as much as you want."

"Quick, take me away from this damn place!"

Zhou Kun begged humbly at one moment, and then raised his voice unconsciously and gave orders out of fear and anxiety at another moment.

The speed at which his face changes is so fast that it looks a little crazy.

Jiang Xing didn't care about his domineering attitude. He just took a step to the side silently when he saw that the dirty hands were about to touch him.

At the same time, he shook his head with a look of regret, "That won't work. None of you can leave."

In response, as soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The few people who had just struggled to stand up and wanted to escape suddenly felt a strong resistance.

For a moment, their feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

One of them flew several meters into the air like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He had already been tortured severely, and this fall made him breathe in more than out, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"father!"

Zhou Kun cried out in pain with his eyes bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, tensed his neck muscles, and tried hard to stand up.

But the moment I lifted my upper body and pulled my legs, the pain came like a tidal wave.

All his nerves seemed to be cut off. Zhou Kun instantly lost control of his body and fell back heavily.

He was breathing heavily through his nose, his face twisted in pain, and it was unclear whether it was cold sweat or tears that kept dripping down his cheeks.

The others looked at this scene in horror and felt goose bumps all over their bodies.

At this moment, a black figure flashed by quickly, and everyone's eyes subconsciously followed it.

The black shadow flashed several times and finally stopped beside the strange young man, revealing its true form.

Most of the people present had something to hide, and were almost frightened to the point of incontinence when they saw this.

A few villagers who were only paid to help had the mildest symptoms. They were dumbfounded and said in unison: "Huang...Huang Daxian!"

"It's Wong Tai Sin. Wong Tai Sin has appeared."

After being stunned for a while, the older man's legs went weak and he knelt down on the spot, kowtowed to the weasel very devoutly.

He kept murmuring, "Great Immortal, bless me, Great Immortal, bless me."

Those who reacted quickly thought of Jiang Xing's words and their pale faces froze, and they quickly knelt down.

Trembling with fear, he kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Great Immortal, I have parents and children to take care of. I didn't mean to offend you. Please spare my life."

His words were earnest and his voice was tearful.

After his reminder, others hurriedly followed suit.

Suddenly, there were cries and wails everywhere.

The voices of these people were so shrill that Jin Wantang, who had just recovered from his shock, was startled and hid behind Boss Qian.

His posture is so agile that you can't tell at all that his legs and feet are not very flexible.

Jin Wantang looked around in panic, "What happened? What happened..."

However, when his sight fell on the yellow figure, his eyes suddenly widened and the words on his lips stopped abruptly.

Qian Duo saw that his uncle's mouth was so open that his jaw was about to dislocate, and he kindly helped to support it.

Facing these people's pleas for mercy, the weasel swung its tail, still speaking in a strange accent, "My only target is the Zhou family."

The implication is that he has no interest in their lives.

Seeing that Wong Tai Sin could actually speak human language, the awe on the group of people's faces became even more obvious.

Even when he received the good news he had been hoping for, he did not dare to show too much joy. He just kowtowed repeatedly and quietly hid aside.

If the immortal didn't speak at this time, they wouldn't dare to escape.

Furthermore, seeing that the people outside the village looked calm and seemed to be in a mood to chat and laugh, although I was still afraid, I felt a little relieved.

As for the Zhou family, Huang Daxian had made it clear enough that the suffering they had suffered before was entirely caused by the Zhou family.

They were kind-hearted enough not to take advantage of the situation at this time.

Zhou Kun lay on the ground with a deathly pale face. He was in his early thirties, and his whole body was filled with a strong sense of vicissitudes.

Perhaps he wanted to die with a clear conscience, his eyes were filled with resentment, and he asked gloomily: "When has our Zhou family ever offended you?"

"Torture us to death!"

"Pooh!"

Upon hearing this, the weasel's hair stood up as if it had eaten a firecracker, and it bared its fangs and spat at someone.

A pair of beastly eyes shone coldly, "You used the corpse of my benefactor to arrange a ghost marriage, and you still have the nerve to say that you didn't offend me."

"If this man hadn't stopped me, I would have sent your family to the underground for a reunion."

After getting the answer, Zhou Kun's face turned pale and blue.

But he still insisted, "What's wrong with me wanting to find a good marriage for my aunt?"

"She passed away early and was all alone. I am being filial to her."

His words were like thunder from a clear sky, leaving others stunned.

The old man who kowtowed first pointed at Zhou Kun with a trembling hand, his eyes wide open and he said angrily in disbelief: "What aunt? Zhou Kun, didn't you say that she was your cousin?"

"You lied to me?!"