The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Ancestral Temple.

When Yan Bao arrived sitting on the back of the white tiger, many people had gathered at the Ancestral Temple.

The soldiers guarding the Ancestral Temple saw a child riding a big tiger coming from a distance and immediately became vigilant.

Feng Mian galloped over with his horse and whip raised.

"Go back!"

Although the generals were afraid of the big tiger with its sharp fangs, they still cautiously moved away quickly.

Feng Mian reached the front first, then turned over and dismounted.

"Yan Bao."

The big tiger came over with Yan Bao on his back, and when he got to Feng Mian, he was about to run over.

Yan Bao grabbed its big ears and pulled them gently.

"Mao Lunrong, you can't be like this. Get Yan Bao down quickly. Yan Bao and Feng Mian Guo Guo want to go in and take a look. It's dangerous inside, so you can't go."

The Ancestral Temple is overflowing with gloom and the sun is bright, but the temperature is obviously lower than that of Baiyuan Garden.

Before Yan Bao could slide off the big tiger's back, Feng Mian had already gone over and hugged her into his arms.

"Yan Bao, this side of the Imperial Ancestral Temple..."

Yan Bao took out a pile of charms that her father had given her from the small cloth bag she carried with her and stuffed them into Feng Mian's arms.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, you keep these just in case."

Feng Mian looked solemn.

"Then Yanbao, you..."

Yan Bao laughed so hard that his milk squeaked.

"Yan Bao is fine. Yan Bao thinks that Yan Bao is very powerful, very, very powerful...even the red-haired and stiff Yan Bao is not afraid of him."

According to the giant painting, she is the zombie emperor.

Since he is the zombie king, he must be particularly powerful if he becomes the emperor!

Although Yan Bao is young, he is very confident now.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo just takes care of himself. Yan Bao can take care of himself!"

Feng Mian nodded.

"Okay, we'll go in together later."

Feng Mian looked at the guard next to him.

"General Yu, what's going on here at the Ancestral Temple?"

Many soldiers were unconscious and had been sent to the main hall not far away for resettlement. The imperial doctor was examining them.

There was still a lot of blood on the ground.

Because it is the Ancestral Temple, there are almost no people here, but it is not none.

A few common people turned pale and trembled, as if they were frightened.

General Yu clasped his hands into fists.

"Your Highness, we don't know what's going on in the hall for the time being. As long as we get close, we will be blown away by invisible forces."

General Yu looked strange when he said this.

"His Royal Highness, are you the late emperors of our Eastern Emperor..."

Feng Mian spoke indifferently and interrupted him.

"I, all the late emperors of the Eastern Emperor, are all safe. It's just Xiaoxiao who caused trouble. His Highness and Princess Fujin go in and take a look. You guys stay here and don't let them get close without my permission, no matter who it is."

General Yu nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Feng Mian nodded slightly at him and strode toward the Ancestral Temple's main hall with Yan Bao in his arms.

General Yu suddenly spoke up.

"Your Highness, will you come in with me?"

Feng Mian did not look back and refused simply.

"Need not!"

There is definitely something inhuman in the main hall of the Ancestral Temple.

Yan Bao's secret cannot be disclosed to the outside world, and the fewer people know about it, the better.

General Yu wanted to say something else, but Feng Mian walked quickly holding Yan Bao in his arms.

Yan Bao lay on Feng Mian's shoulder and waved his little hand at General Yu.

"Goodbye General Yu, Yan Bao and Feng Mian Guo Guo will be back soon."

General Yu: "..."

General Yu raised his hand subconsciously, with a stiff smile on his cold face.

"Princess Fujin, see you later."

Yan Bao retracted his little head, nestled obediently in Feng Mian's arms, and then covered his eyes again with the cloth strips he had taken off earlier.

Feng Mian was confused.

"Yanbao, why are you wearing it again?"

Yan Bao's milky voice explained.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, Yan Bao is just in case. In case there are strangers, if they are not bad people, it will be difficult for Yan Bao to explain to them."

Feng Mian rubbed Yan Bao's hair and smiled lovingly.

"We, Yan Bao, should be considerate."

Yan Baonai smiled happily.

Feng Mian thought that if there was a stranger in the hall who accidentally saw Yan Bao acting strangely, and if that person wanted to threaten Yan Bao out of ignorance, he would not mind killing him.

In the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Feng Mian and Yan Bao had just stepped into the door when they felt a chilly air seeping out from the soles of their feet and straight into their hearts.

Yan Bao also noticed it, and suddenly hugged his arm, sending strength into his body, and pressed down hard.

Before Feng Mian could say anything, the little guy slipped out of his arms.

Then she pressed her palm to the ground, and the invisible, terrifying and violent energy spread out in all directions around the Ancestral Temple centered on her small palm.

It attacked the dark and gloomy energy underground with thunderous force.

Feng Mian quickly looked around the hall while Yan Bao was dealing with the Yin Qi underground.

No one is empty.

But it felt like there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him.

He had never experienced that feeling before, like a light on his back.

But they didn't feel that way when they first stepped in.

It should be Yan Bao who forced those dirty things out of the ground.

Yan Bao suddenly took his hand and transferred part of his strength to his palm.

Feng Mian almost choked when he looked at it again.

So many ghosts!

And most of them are soldiers.

But it seems that he is not exactly a soldier.

Because real soldiers died in battle, even if they were full of violence, they should not be so sinister and murderous in the Ancestral Temple.

This is a place to worship ancestors and pray for the people.

Who among the soldiers who died on the battlefield does not hope that the sea, rivers and rivers will be clear, and their home and country will be peaceful?

The soul returned to the Ancestral Temple and saw that the Eastern Emperor was now prosperous. It was time to feel relieved and let go.

When Feng Mian was shocked, Yan Bao made a milky sound.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, they are all controlled by witchcraft. They are not our Donghuang soldiers who died in the battle. Look carefully at their clothes."

Feng Mian's eyes fell on those damn clothes.

The flesh and blood were a bit blurred, and the true appearance of the clothes could not be seen clearly.

But some are okay.

A closer look revealed that it was indeed not the souls of the Donghuang soldiers, but the remnant souls of the Nanxiang soldiers.

The reason why he didn't recognize them at first was because it was the first time he saw so many souls of dead soldiers, and it was also in the Ancestral Temple.

Now that he had calmed down, Feng Mian looked cold.

Before she could say anything, she heard Yan Bao's mother exhale.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, please rest while Yan Bao goes to have a meal first!"

After the little guy finished speaking, he withdrew his chubby hand from the ground and blew into the center of the murderous army of ghosts like a gust of wind.

"Roar!"

"Chacha..."

"Soldiers, tear her apart!"

……

The remnant souls of the Nanxiang soldiers became excited and rushed towards Yan Bao with their teeth and claws open.

Everyone went in both directions.

Although Feng Mian was worried, he believed in Yan Bao more.

The next moment, Feng Mian heard the familiar screams of ghosts.

"what!"

"run!"

"Everyone, run!"

"She's not human!"

"She...what is hers? Why...hiss...my soul...is cracked..."

"I……"

……

The army of ghosts fell down one after another, and their souls were broken one after another.

Yan Bao controlled the threads to make them enjoy the food.

She spent a lot of energy in Baiyuan, and now she was eating a big meal.

Yan Bao ate very quickly.

Because the threads were used a lot, the little guy actually had some difficulty in Baiyuan.

Now he was staring at the ghosts with bright eyes.

Release the threads again.

The little guy was so excited that he almost danced with his hands and feet.

"You all come into Yan Bao's mouth! Ouch~"

Ji Yunqing, who was controlling the army of ghosts a hundred miles away from the Imperial Ancestral Temple, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.