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

Zhang Ruoxing looked at her angrily, his eyes showing coldness.

"So what if it's me, are you surprised?" Zhou Yirou chuckled evilly.

"Zhou Yirou, you are really a lunatic!" Zhang Ruoxing couldn't help but curse.

Meeting such a wicked woman in this life is really a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yirou laughed wildly, "Swear, scold, you can scold to your heart's content! Here, even if you scold to the extreme, no one will come to save you."

"Okay, Yirou, there's no need to talk so much nonsense to him." Daochang Qian spoke impatiently.

Zhang Ruoxing sat up from the ground with difficulty, then looked at the Taoist priest in yellow robes in front of him, "Who are you?"

This man has a sinister look, and he doesn't look like a good person.

And this yellow Taoist robe is simply ugly compared to Song Chan's blue Taoist robe.

"I... am naturally the one who will send you on your way." There was a sinister smile on Daochang Qian's lips.

Zhang Ruoxing frowned and sniffed forward. He suddenly retched and said, "Did you fall into a cesspool? Why does it smell so bad?"

The smell was so weird that it made people feel uncomfortable.

"You don't know how to live or die." A fierce look suddenly flashed in Daochang Qian's eyes. He raised the whisk in his hand and put it on his other arm. "I hope you can still be so arrogant after you die."

After saying that, Taoist Master Qian raised his hands in front of his chest and began to mutter something.

Soon, Zhang Ruoxing suddenly felt a splitting headache, and then fell to the ground and groaned in pain, "You... what did you do to me?"

The veins on his neck popped out, and his face was covered with a layer of dense beads of sweat.

No, we can no longer sit still and wait for death.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ruoxing took out a small knife from the storage ring. He tried to cut the rope on his hand, but because his hands were tied very tightly, the space for movement was limited.

Zhang Ruoxing had to endure the pain of his head exploding while slowly sharpening the rope on his wrist with a knife.

But at this moment, Zhou Yirou, who was behind Daochang Qian, had a stone in her hand. Without saying a word, she raised her hand and threw it hard at the other person's head.

——“Bang!”

With a muffled sound, Taoist Master Qian suddenly stopped chanting a curse, then turned his head and slowly looked at the person behind him.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yirou gave him another heavy blow on the head without hesitation.

——“Bang!”

There was another muffled sound, and blood suddenly splashed onto Zhou Yirou's face, making her gloomy face even more terrifying.

Taoist priest Qian immediately fell to the ground.

"..."

Zhang Ruoxing, who was stunned on the side, looked confused when he saw Na Ye.

What's going on? Aren't Zhou Yirou and the Taoist priest in the same group?

Internal strife?

Zhou Yirou looked down at Taoist Master Qian who was lying on the ground with cold eyes, and then said in a cold voice, "I said, Zhang Ruoxing is mine, and it can only belong to me, Zhou Yirou. Only I have the final say whether he lives or dies. No one is allowed to have any ideas about him, even if you are my master, I will still kill you."

She had already had murderous intentions when Daochang Qian asked her to change her target. She had just surrendered to him, just to lower his defensiveness so that she could find an opportunity to kill him with one blow!

"If you want to blame it, blame it... You should never steal someone with me!" Zhou Yirou withdrew her gaze from Daoist Qian and turned to Zhang Ruoxing. She held the bloody stone in her hand and walked towards him step by step. go.

Zhang Ruoxing saw that the stone in her hand was still dripping with blood, so she swallowed hard and squirmed her body back, "You...what do you want to do?"

Could this be the death disaster that my aunt mentioned earlier?

He was really afraid that this bitch would suddenly go crazy and hit him on the head.

"Are you afraid of me?" Zhou Yirou squatted down, put down the stone, then raised her bloody hand and stretched it towards his face.

Zhang Ruoxing turned away subconsciously, unable to hide the disgust on his face.

Zhou Yirou's hand suddenly fell away, and she suddenly laughed like a maniac, "Hahahahahaha..."

After she laughed, the hand that fell in the air pinched his chin without warning, "It's good to be afraid of me! This way you will be wary of me, and you will listen to me obediently in the future. "

Suddenly there was a 'clang', and the knife in Zhang Ruoxing's hand accidentally fell to the ground, and then a flash of panic was visible on his face.

Oops...why couldn't he be sure?

If she discovers it, won't all the previous efforts be wasted?

If he had known better, he should have put baskets of knives in his storage ring.

Zhang Ruoxing's hands, which were tied behind his back, touched randomly on the ground, but never touched the knife that fell on the ground.

"Let me see, what is hidden in your back?" Although Zhou Yirou had a smile on her face, the smile did not reach her eyes.

After speaking, she stretched out her hand to push Zhang Ruoxing's body away, and then picked up the knife on the ground, "Where did this knife come from?"

She had obviously taken away everything on Zhang Ruoxing's body in advance, so how did this knife appear out of thin air?

"Say!" Zhou Yirou tightened her grip on his chin.

She didn't allow Zhang Ruoxing to have any thoughts of escaping from her.

She wanted to keep him firmly by her side for the rest of her life.

"Where else could it come from? It was picked up on the ground!" Zhang Ruoxing said nonchalantly.

He kept praying in his heart that his aunt would suddenly appear to save him.

Hey, hey, hey...he didn't want to stay in this hole for a second.

"You're lying." Zhou Yirou had known him for so many years.

Zhang Ruoxing was not panicked at all. The storage ring on his hand could not be taken off by outsiders anyway. Zhou Yirou probably couldn’t even think of the secret behind his ring. “What kind of lie am I telling? I must have had something on my body for a long time.” After being taken over by you, can I still conjure a knife out of thin air?"

Zhou Yirou suddenly realized something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, "I'm warning you, don't play any tricks under my nose. If you don't want to live, I don't mind turning you into like my master, as long as you stay I am willing to have a corpse next to me."

"Zhou Yirou, you are such a pervert!" Zhang Ruoxing suddenly felt a chill.

"Pervert?" Zhou Yirou raised her head and laughed, "I like this word very much!"

At this moment, neither of them noticed that Taoist Master Qian, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up. His blood-stained face, under the candlelight, looked like he had crawled out of hell. of evil spirits.

He slowly opened his poisonous eyes, and then waved the whisk in his hand. The white tail seemed to be alive, stretching towards Zhou Yirou.