Just after Shen Yanyan was surprised for a moment, the Yanling knife flew up from the knife rest and floated in the air.

Not only that, the storage bag containing the miniature cold weapons in Ana Shen Yanyan's hand also flew out of her hand.

"Little girl, do you need my permission to take my things?"

A cold voice echoed in the cold weapons showroom, and Ana Shen instantly got goosebumps on his body.

But this person who calls himself "this person" is really good. Which dynasty does he belong to?

"your things?"

Shen Yanyan thought that the house belonged to Mr. Ming, so she assumed that these cold weapons were Mr. Ming's assets.

I didn't expect it to have another owner.

"I'm sorry, junior, for disturbing me, please forgive me, senior."

Ana Shen immediately waved the banner of desire for survival.

"It's too late to apologize now."

The voice came from far to near, and in an instant, a shadow of a man appeared in front of Ana Shen Yanyan's eyes. He was tall and carried unstoppable power.

Ana Shen's pupils were dilated. The figure in front of her was wearing the python robe court dress she wore today, and the aura of a cold, arrogant and powerful minister was even stronger than when she was "possessed" today.

This senior in middle school is the one who possessed me in the study room before!

Thinking of his master's instructions to capture this man for tea, Ana Shen somewhat doubted how he had the courage to agree in the first place.

Ana Shen mustered up the courage to look directly at this man's face, but found that his face was still covered with a layer of mist.

Even Shen Yanyan's eyes, which had been enlightened by Li Shuo, could not see through.

Ana Shen's eyes moved down to the man's hand. The knuckles of his fingers holding the Yanling knife were bent, and there were faint veins on the back of his hand. Although this human hand looks good, it has many scars, one by one criss-crossing it.

Ana Shen seemed to have seen such a pair of hands somewhere.

"Just an apology, do you want to get my forgiveness?"

"It's so insincere."

Ana Shen couldn't guess what this senior was thinking, so he simply spread his hands and changed his submissive tone just now, and spoke in a very arrogant tone: "If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

Anyway, she now has the golden finger of adaptive training beside her, so she probably won't die. At most, her life will be a little uncomfortable.

She was thinking about how to tie this man up with the red rope.

Seeing Ana Shen Yanyan's change of attitude in a Sichuan opera, the figure was stunned for a moment. The next second, the Yan Ling knife in his hand came out of its sheath with a "swish" and was placed on Ana Yan Yan's neck.

The ghost friends who were hiding around wanted to rush forward at this time, but they were glanced at by the figure and shrank back.

On one side is the new boss and on the other is the former boss. Both sides have protected themselves, and the ghost friends are immediately entangled.

The knife was pressed against Shen Yanyan's neck. It was cold. Shen Yanyan shrank his neck and said, "Wow, the way you drew the knife just now is so handsome. Can you teach me?"

The figure's hand holding the knife shook, and the blade barely grazed Ana Shen's neck, and a trace of blood seeped out.

"hiss--"

Ana Shen took a breath, and the figure immediately put away the knife. Ana Shen actually felt a little guilty from his actions.

The next moment, the figure hesitantly reached out and touched Shen Yanyan's neck lightly, and then immediately withdrew his hand. Shen Yanyan felt that the wound on his neck immediately stopped hurting.

The figure's tone was still as cold and arrogant as before, but what he said surprised Ana Shen: "You want to learn sword skills? I can teach you."

Ana Shen felt that this senior could change his face very quickly, but she really wanted to learn. She was now using bare hands and only using brute force.

Ana Shen said: "May I ask what you call me, senior?"

The figure touched the Yan Ling Dao in his hand: "I have forgotten my name."

"I only remember that I am a Heavenly Master, guarding the national destiny of all dynasties. They all call me by my Taoist name, Heyin."

Heavenly Master? Isn't that a figure who is like the originator of metaphysics? No wonder this ghost has such advanced skills and can easily possess him.

It's no wonder that this senior named He Yin wears the python robe, a symbol of power, and emperors of all generations should have thought highly of him.

It's just that the ghosts in the haunted house that Ana Shen Yanyan had seen were from two hundred years ago, and the one in front of him seemed to be a little out of touch with modern society.

"May I ask when did you, senior, get trapped in the haunted house?"

Heyin shook his head: "The time I was here was much earlier than the time when this haunted house was built."

It turned out to be the case.

Ana Shen Yanyan was really curious about He Yin's identity as a Heavenly Master: "Now, is there still such a thing as national destiny?"

Heyin's voice revealed confusion: "Strange to say, the things I can feel over the past few hundred years have gradually become scattered and blurred. I feel that this world no longer needs my existence."

"I don't know where I'm going or how I'm going to leave."

Ana Shen Yanyan could roughly understand what He Yin said, but what He Yin said next contained a huge amount of information.

"However, as soon as you appeared, I clearly felt the luck from you."

Ana Shen hesitated: "Is it the powerful bad luck in me?"

He Yin nodded, and then his words shocked Ana Shen Yanyan's heart: "However, you have something to help you."

Ana Shen, who was originally in a relaxed state, tensed up instantly when he heard these words. Could it be that Master He Yin was talking about his own system?

How did he see it.

Ana Shen touched the spirit-locking red rope in her sleeve. She had to catch this ghost now.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to use this Yanling knife."

Hearing He Yin say these words, Ana Shen, who was ready to go, suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.

He Yin pushed the Yanling knife in his hand to Ana Yanyan, and then he grabbed it, and an identical knife appeared in his hand.

Ana Shen Yanyan pricked up his ears and was ready to listen. He Yin drew his knife and pointed it at Shen Yanyan: "Fight with me."

After saying this, he immediately moved and struck down Ana Shen Yanyan with the Yanling knife in his hand.

Your uncle! It turns out that this guy is still resenting himself for prying into his cold arsenal.

Shen Yanyan didn't know how to use a knife at all. Facing the tip of the knife that was slashing at her, she directly took the white blade with her bare hands and blocked He Yin's knife with both hands.

She held the blade of the Yanling Knife with her fingertips, and the blade did not hurt her palm.

The strength of Ana Shen Yanyan's hands was beyond He Yin's expectation, and his figure was blurred. He wanted to pull the knife back, but he was not strong enough.

What did this girl grow up on? The strength is ridiculous!

At this time, the ghost friends were already squatting aside to watch the fight between the new boss and the former boss, and they were very amused: "Are the two bosses fighting over us?!"

Here, the two are still in a stalemate.

After a while, the aloof He Yin held back three words: "Let go."

He Yin's knife made Ana Shen Yanyan feel uncomfortable. She felt that her hand that was in contact with the blade was almost wearing out sparks: "Let me go, you can't hit me again!"

He Yin nodded: "This Heavenly Master absolutely means what he says."

Shen Yanyan released He Yin's Yanling Saber. Just as He Yin was about to say something, Shen Yanyan directly followed the Yanling Saber and pulled He Yin's hand, and then lifted He Yin up with an over-the-shoulder movement. .

Heyin:? ? ?

Ghosts:? ? ?

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