I guard the world with the Lord of the Underworld

The dead souls that had been attacking slowly stopped moving amidst the weeping chants, and began to spin around in a daze.

The Taoist priest finally got a breather. Although he accepted the task to get money, he didn't expect it to be so difficult. The content of the task clearly only said that there were dead souls here, not many. Even if the task was completed, he didn't expect that there were other situations.

As the sound of gongs and drums reached its peak, a white light suddenly emitted from a certain room in the village.

Hua Qingyao realized that it was indeed the room where the chair was found at noon.

The light spread to the stone slab in the center of the village, and a shiny black chair gradually appeared, just like the chair during the day. The carvings on it were more complicated and luxurious than during the day.

There is a man sitting on top, wearing a white long-sleeved ancient costume with dark gold patterns. His black hair is half tied up with a hairpin, half leaning on the back of the chair, giving him a fresh and refined fairy-like feel.

Hua Qingyao blinked. The ghost in front of him was quite handsome.

Ye Chutang's face turned grim at that moment. The guy on the chair was staring at Hua Qingyao, and his appraising eyes made him feel angry.

The man in white smiled and nodded, "Not bad, very good." Then he tapped with his fingers, and with a bang, the surrounding barriers shattered and dissipated.

The originally dazed villagers woke up with a start and pounced on the Taoist priest with red eyes.

The Taoist priest rested for a moment and was hurriedly responding. The drama in the distance suddenly became louder, like a magic sound ringing his ears, and the villagers' movements accelerated rapidly.

The Taoist priest burst out with spiritual power and went all out to deal with the villagers in front of him.

Hua Qingyao's eyes flashed slightly. It seemed that the Taoist priest had not tried to show off his special skills before, but he was forced to the limit.

The sound of gongs and drums in the distance suddenly stopped, and then a gust of wind blew by, and the villagers suddenly transformed into performers. Their colorful faces and bright red and purple opera robes made people feel even more weird and eerie.

"They are wearing longevity clothes, which are artificially refined." The Taoist priest frowned and held the whisk in his hand tightly.

The villagers kept moving. As they moved, the surrounding vegetation quickly began to wither. The Taoist priest was surprised, "They can absorb life, which is not good."

There was a violent burst of spiritual power, and white threads continued to extend, penetrating the villagers' eyebrows, and the villagers directly turned into fragments, floating in the sky.

As time went by, the number of villagers around the Taoist priest continued to decrease. After the last villager was smashed, the three people's eyes moved towards the sitting man in white.

The Taoist priest walked over cautiously and slowly, step by step, and finally realized that something was wrong. The key to preventing the villagers from rioting like this was this man.

"Nie Zhan, look at the Taoist master accepting you." The Taoist priest shook his fly whisk.

Hua Qingyao's eyes twitched slightly, he must have watched too many TV series, and his lines were so good.

The white silk whisk suddenly penetrated the body of the man in white. The Taoist priest chanted quickly, and the white silk gave out a faint light. The fragments of the villagers swept by the light immediately turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

The Taoist priest showed a satisfied smile. Seeing that he had cleaned up the mess, he could close the stall.

He swung it hard and found that the fly whisk was not moving at all. Then he pulled hard and the Taoist staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Shocked in his heart, he looked up suddenly and found that the villagers he had just smashed were condensed and gradually took shape. The man in white snapped his fingers, and the villagers instantly regained consciousness.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities!" The man in white snapped his fingers again, and the villagers swarmed up and surrounded the Taoist priest.

Hua Qingyao looked at him coldly, showing no intention of stepping forward to help.

The man in white looked at Hua Qingyao and said, "You are very good."

"Yes, I know." Hua Qingyao raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded politely.

"I'll handle it." Ye Chutang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. He wanted to tear the other person apart. He was looking for death if he dared to spy on the person he liked.

After finishing his words, he walked towards the man in white step by step, but halfway there, his body tensed up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Hua Qingyao stepped forward, then his body tensed up and he couldn't move.

The man in white stood up slowly and walked forward leisurely, "This is my territory, of course I have the final say." He stretched out his hand and lifted Hua Qingyao's chin, "Well, not bad, come be my lieutenant, I promise you Just below me alone.”

Ye Chutang moved his fingers slightly, and just as he was about to take action, cries of pain were heard intensively, followed by a left blow and a kick. A figure flashed past and the man in white fell to him.

Hua Qingyao lowered his eyes and looked at the man in white on the ground, "I refuse."

Ye Chutang was in a good mood as he watched Hua Qingyao Kai Ni, the man in white, kicking him left and right, back and forth.

"Say, where are your accomplices?"

"You should be tough to talk back to!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Ye Chutang shook his head and stepped forward helplessly, "Please stop for a moment and let him speak." It wasn't that he was kind, but he was worried that Hua Qingyao's hand would hurt when he hit him.

Hua Qingyao stiffened for a moment, then stopped and put his foot on the other person's chest, "It's okay to talk."

"..."

"Cough, cough..." The man in white's clothes were now gray and wrinkled, and his whole body was in tatters and limp on the ground, like a broken doll.

"You scared him."

Hua Qingyao turned around and raised his eyebrows. The man in front of him was dressed exactly like the man in white lying on the ground, but his face was more handsome and colder.

Hua Qingyao raised his eyebrows, "You refined them."

The besieging villagers had disappeared, leaving only the Taoist priest lying on the ground, with the rising and falling of his chest proving that he was still alive.

"It's not me. When I came, they were already like this." The man Zaiyi shook his head.

"Don't stay where you should be, and come up to cause trouble in the world!" Hua Qingyao's voice was cold.

"You can't say that. It's just because I came and controlled these villagers that they wouldn't run around and harm others." Zaiyi argued.

"Are you threatening me?" Hua Qingyao's face turned completely cold.

At this time, the Taoist priest lying on the ground woke up and found that the man in front of them was not something they could deal with. Looking at his strength, they had to at least invite people from the Tianshi Association to come forward to solve the problem. Unfortunately, he could not speak now, thinking of what he saw when he was surrounded by villagers. , my heart dropped for the most part.

Hua Qingyao didn't talk nonsense to him. He waved his hand and ignited a piece of talisman paper. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose and the Yin Qi was swept away. This strength made the Taoist priest's eyes widen.

"It's really good. How about becoming my lieutenant and working together to create a great cause?" Zai Yi was very satisfied.

"..." The corners of Hua Qingyao's lips twitched slightly at the words that seemed familiar to him, "I'm your sister!"

Before Hua Qingyao could attack, Zaiyi moved his palm slightly, and a crack was opened on the ground, and thick black mist emerged from the crack.

"You can actually summon Yin soldiers?" Hua Qingyao frowned slightly.

"How's it going? Are you coming?" Zaiyi raised his head proudly.

"Come on, let me give you a handful." Hua Qingyao said coldly.

The black mist gathered at the crack, and the tattered corpses held weapons in their hands and screamed.

Hua Qingyao blinked and took back his previous words. This thing was not like a Yin soldier, but more like the zombies he saw in movies.

The talisman in his hand appeared, a faint green light flashed, and he shot the burning talisman at the corpses.

The Yin soldiers who had not yet taken action just fell down straight up, but Zai Yi became more and more satisfied that they were indeed very strong.

Nodding with satisfaction, he quickly performed complicated tricks with his hands, and a roar suddenly came from the crack.

With a snap, a long and sharp claw pounced on Hua Qingyao's shoulder, and the rotten hand blew against his sleeve with strong wind.

His sleeves began to rot. Hua Qingyao pulled off his sleeves without thinking.

As soon as I lifted my leg, my ankle tightened. Without even looking, I kicked the other leg hard, and I was slightly surprised at how strong the rebound was.

The drama that had been stopped suddenly exploded, the gongs and drums were intensive and intense, the small crack was suddenly opened, and a thick smoke spurted out.