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

Dark blood was flowing continuously on the ground.

Sooner or later, she was obviously standing in front of the jar, but the blood seemed to have encountered something terrible, and it consciously avoided her.

"Yue! yue!!" The whole basement was filled with a fishy and stinky smell. Song Chan felt his stomach churn, and then he rushed out in one stride, then held on to the door frame and vomited. .

Sooner or later, the jars would be kicked to pieces one by one. If it was an evil spirit, she would scatter it with one punch. In addition to the evil spirits and the smelly blood, this evil cultivator also collected some dead babies and soaked them in the jar.

Those stinky smells didn't seem to affect her at all.

There was a rhythmic sound of "哐啷哐哷" in the basement. All the jars were kicked out, and the kid's parents were never seen.

Chi Wan stood there with her hands on her hips. Suddenly she seemed to think of something, so she turned around and looked at the kid behind her, "Do you know the birth dates of your parents?"

"Birthday horoscope, what is that?" the kid asked in a twitching voice.

"It's your parents' birthdays and the approximate time of birth."

"I know this."

After the kid finished telling his parents' birthdays and horoscopes, he immediately closed his eyes and started counting. After a while...she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "The ghosts of your parents are still there, and they haven't been eaten yet!"

"Really?" The kid's dark pupils seemed to light up at once, "Then where are they now?"

Sooner or later, she looked around the basement again, and suddenly... her eyes fell on the statue of the evil god enshrined. At first glance... it looked familiar, similar to the one she brought back from Rose Villa earlier.

The difference is that the one in Rose Villa has its eyes closed, but this one has its eyes open, and their gestures are also somewhat different.

The one she burned before was made of wood, but the one in front of her was made of ceramic. This one looked more realistic.

Perhaps... the change of the Feng Shui treasure land of Rose Villa into a place of gathering Yin was also done by this evil cultivator?

Sooner or later, she slowly walked towards the statue of the evil god. She picked up the candlestick on the altar table and smashed it against the statue of the evil god.

With a "crash", a big hole was made in the arm of the evil god statue, and then its arm fell down.

Song Chan was startled by the crisp voice. He quickly stopped vomiting and walked in, "Boss, what are you doing? You smashed someone else's evil statue. Aren't you afraid that the other party will find you?"

After all, this kind of evil statue has a physical body, and it will be over if it targets you.

"It will come if it dares. I'm afraid it won't come!" Sooner or later, the movements of his hands did not stop.

However, Song Chan was not as optimistic as she was. He looked at Han Wan with a worried look, fearing that she might lose it.

The evil god statue was hollow inside. After half of its body was smashed through, there were two small bottles inside.

Sooner or later, he casually threw the candlestick on the table and took out the two bottles.

"Kid, come here and see if these two are your parents." After saying that, sooner or later the two ghosts were released from the bottle.

"Mom and Dad!" When the kid saw this, he immediately ran over happily.

However, Wang Wenxuan and his wife stood motionless like wooden posts. Their eyes were staring straight ahead blankly, and half of their cheeks were covered with red bloodshot eyes.

The two ghosts are full of weirdness.

"Sister, what's wrong with my parents?" The kid raised his head and asked anxiously, "Why don't they look at me?"

"Probably...that evil cultivator wants to train them into puppets." Zai Wan explained slowly.

"Damn, this grandson is so sinister! After I get out, I must go back and report to my master so that my master and the others can eliminate this scourge." Song Chan couldn't help but curse.

"Sister, what should we do now? My parents...will they..." The kid's little face was aggrieved.

"No, I have a way to lift the restrictions on them. You can go back to the hosta first!" With a flick of his hand, the kid and his parents immediately disappeared.

"What about these ghosts?" Song Chan looked at the group of ghosts who were looking at them eagerly and asked, "My gourd can't hold so many ghosts!"

"Isn't this simple?" After saying that, sooner or later she quickly formed seals with her hands. After reciting a string of spells from her mouth, she stepped forward and black and white impermanence immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

An eerie coldness suddenly filled the entire basement.

When Song Chan saw this, he widened his eyes and took a breath, "This, this, this... aren't these the two adults, Black and White Wuchang?"

"Ouch~ What the hell is this place? Why is it so smelly?" Bai Wuchang's voice was sharp. He raised his hand and covered his nose with his wide sleeves.

Seeing a person he had never seen standing next to him sooner or later, he added, "Oh, this is a sign of a long trail!"

Song Chan: I don’t dare to move, I don’t dare to move at all! !

Sooner or later, I saw him touching Song Chan, and curled my lips in silence, "That's enough, people will be scared to death by you, and it's your responsibility to die."

When Bai Wuchang heard this, he immediately jumped back.

It's not a good idea to scare people to death. He has to take the responsibility for scaring people to death. When he goes back, he won't have his ears ripped off by that old man from the King of Hell?

Bai Wuchang immediately became serious. He looked at the group of ghosts next to him, and his pale face immediately changed, "OMG! What's going on with these ghosts? Why are there so many of them?"

"These were all killed by evil spirits." Zaibao explained, "The mastermind behind the scenes is an evil cultivator. This place is the evil cultivator's lair, but he has run away now."

"Is this happening?" Bai Wuchang's voice suddenly became louder.

"So many ghosts who died in vain, don't you know anything about it?" ChiWan asked, crossing his arms.

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Well! Maybe I was too busy during this period and I really didn't pay attention."

"Ok?"

"It's like this. The birthday of Emperor Dongyue is coming soon, so everyone is busy celebrating the emperor's birthday, so...it is inevitable that there will be some negligence." Bai Wuchang blinked a little guilty.

"You should be more careful!"

"Yes, yes, when we get back, we will report this matter to the Lord of Hell immediately."

"Okay, take them all away quickly! I still have things to do!" Sooner or later began to urge.

"Okay! If you have anything to do, just shake us off. We'll take them back to register first."

Before leaving, a group of ghosts bowed to Wanwan and thanked him.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master, for saving us from the fire and water."

……

It wasn't until Hei Bai Wuchang took them away that Song Chan raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Boss, you are really a boss!"