My aunt is very good at catching ghosts but she is very silly.

After the kid was picked up by her, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. His green face turned red inexplicably. Then he said with self-knowledge, "Actually, you can let me go back to the hosta first."

"Haha, you little brat knows how to enjoy it!" ChiWan raised his hand and patted his butt gently, "It's good that I didn't throw you away."

The kid lowered his head and stopped talking.

Since he almost lost his soul last time, he has been taken into the hosta to nourish his soul sooner or later. Although he was released several times to give her massages, he never spoke to her again until today.

The reason why he didn't speak before was because he knew that he had wrongly blamed her and mistakenly regarded her as the villain.

If the elder sister hadn't come to the rescue at that time, he would have died at the hands of that evil cultivator.

Sooner or later, she turned to look at the silent kid lying on her shoulder. She joked, "Now are you wilting? Where is the energy you had before that showed off your power to me and vowed to kill me?"

"I...I know I was wrong!" the kid said weakly, "I misunderstood you before."

"Okay, I accept this apology!"

The two of them were walking and chatting together. When they walked to the street and passed an alley, a figure wearing a Taoist robe suddenly fell out.

"Ouch! It hurts so much, young master." Song Chan said as he rubbed the painful chest where he was kicked.

What fell to the ground with him was his peach wood sword.

"..."

Seeing this sooner or later, the corner of his mouth twitched sharply.

This world is really small, you can meet this guy wherever you go.

After Song Chan turned his face sideways and met her eyes, he got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and stretched out his hand to greet her, "Hi, friend Taoist sooner or later, it's such a coincidence that I met you here again. "

His eyes slowly fell on the kid in her arms, and then he pointed at him and stammered, "This, this, this... isn't this the kid from last time?"

The kid also recognized Song Chan at a glance as the Taoist priest who injured him last time. His expression suddenly changed, and he glared at him.

Sooner or later, seeing the kid's anger gradually rising, she had no choice but to pat his back and comfort him, "It's okay, he won't dare to hurt you."

Hearing this, the kid's anger slowly subsided.

Song Chan didn't have time to worry about the kid at the moment. Thinking about the big one in the alley, he then said angrily, "Sooner or later, fellow Taoist, since you and I are so destined, why don't you and I join forces to get rid of that dirty thing inside?" ?”

"Let me tell you, the one I encountered this time is really weird. Maybe you will be very interested in it."

Listening to the other person's emotional description, sooner or later, I forced a smile towards him.

Just when Song Chan thought that she would take down the ghost in the alley with him, he heard the other party coldly reply...

"Aren't you quite capable? You can handle it yourself! I have other things to be busy with now! Goodbye..."

Sooner or later, she hugged the kid and left.

"No... are we discussing this?" Song Chan rubbed his chest and shouted at her back.

What responded to him was a whistling gust of wind.

"..."

Seeing that she was indifferent, Song Chan had no choice but to find a way to solve it himself.

We can't let that dirty thing kill people!

"This ghost is quite aggressive." Song Chan muttered to himself as he bent down to pick up the peach wood sword on the ground, and then returned to the alley again.

——Tick tock!

The sound of water dripping could be heard in the dark and damp alley.

Song Chan clenched the sword in his hand and looked around in the dark alley.

"Sister, I just smelled a familiar smell." The kid said suddenly.

"What does it smell like?" Chi Wan asked casually.

"The smell that I was put in the bottle before, it stinks!"

Wanwan's steps suddenly stopped, "You mean, that evil cultivator?"

The kid nodded.

"Come out and fight if you can. Don't be like a mouse, just hiding in the gutter." Song Chan stood upright in the alley and shouted into it.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly and he heard a sound coming from above his head.

The corners of Song Chan's mouth slowly curved into a cold arc, and then his steps were filled with wind, and he quickly moved away.

The next second, where he originally stood, a middle-aged male ghost with white pupils fell down.

This is an evil ghost with human lives on his hands, so his moral conduct is not low.

Song Chan accidentally fell into his trap just now, so he was kicked in the chest.

"Seeking death!" After the evil ghost spat out two words viciously, he rushed towards Song Chan and launched an attack on him.

The evil ghost's arm swept towards him. Song Chan could clearly see the black and sharp nails on his hands. Then he lowered his waist and avoided the evil ghost's fatal blow.

The evil ghost pressed forward step by step, and Song Chan also fought hard with him. He wielded the peach wood sword with great force.

After the evil ghost's arm was cut by the peach wood sword, the wound was filled with thick black air.

The evil ghost lowered his head and glanced at his injured place, his face gradually turned gloomy, "Damn stinking Taoist priest, take your life!"

His voice was sharp and harsh.

Seeing this scene from a high place sooner or later, she said frivolously, "Although he is not very capable, his courage is quite a plus."

"Sister, this smell is exactly the same as the smell I was put in the bottle." The little ghost also spoke at this time, "He should also be one of the ghosts cultivated by evil."

When he thought that his parents were still in the hands of evil cultivators, the kid began to become anxious. He was afraid that his parents would become like this.

"Don't worry, after we finish settling the matter with the Wang family, I will take you to find your parents." Zai Zai said comfortingly.

In the alley, Song Chan's physical strength began to gradually weaken, but the evil ghost in front of him seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, becoming more and more fierce as he fought.

Although he injured the evil spirit several times, he did not get any benefits himself. One of his eyes was directly punched out with a panda eye.

"What kind of evil magic is this horse-riding practice?" Song Chan smashed the peach wood sword in his hand on the ground, bent over and gasped for air.

At the same time, an excited voice suddenly sounded in the evil ghost's ears: Kill him and bring his ghost back to me.

After receiving the order, a surge of power suddenly emerged from the evil spirit's body, which replenished the physical strength he had just lost, and even increased his cultivation level.

"Jiejiejiejiejiejie..." The evil ghost laughed for a while, and then attacked Song Chan again.

When Song Chan saw this, he swallowed hard, "No way! Why is this ghost so difficult to beat?"

He didn't dare to relax for a moment and immediately started fighting the evil ghost again.