The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

The female ghost was in a state of madness, holding her head with both hands and laughing strangely.

"It's you. It's all you. You destroyed everything I have. I want you to pay with your life."

After shouting this, the female ghost stretched out her arms and pounced towards Wen Qingliu.

Just when he was about to catch him, Wen Qingliu raised his foot and kicked the female ghost hard in the abdomen, kicking her far away.

The female ghost howled in pain and her body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Xiao Qi stood next to Wen Qingliu with his arms folded across his chest, like a little adult.

"Mom, does this female ghost aunt want Xiao Qi's life?"

"Yes, this is a kind of magic. As long as she collects the souls of ninety-nine virgins, she can be resurrected from the dead."

"But it sounds nice, but it doesn't exist at all."

"Since she is already dead, it means that her fate has ended there and there is no way she can be resurrected."

Xiao Qi didn't know whether he understood what Wen Qingliu meant.

She lowered her head as if she was thinking about something.

Not long after, she raised her head and looked at Wen Qingliu with sharp eyes.

"Mom, but it really happened that this female ghost aunt killed eight little girls, right?"

Wen Qingliu nodded. This kind of creature that takes human life lightly does not deserve to live.

She raised her hand and cast a talisman, and the female ghost made a crackling sound.

She howled in pain, but Wen Qingliu pretended not to hear her.

Until the female ghost disappeared between heaven and earth.

Wen Qingliu held Xiaoqi in his arms.

"Today, I'm telling you that there are more ghost hunters like me in the world."

"Mother practices the way of goodness, but since there are people who like to do good, there must be people who do evil."

"People who do evil things like this are called evil cultivators in our circle."

Xiao Qi was full of curiosity. He raised his head and looked at Wen Qingliu with curiosity.

"Mom, what does an evil cultivator do?"

"Evil cultivators are capable of any evil, as long as it satisfies their desires, whether it is killing people or doing other vicious things."

"Anything is just a stepping stone for them as long as it satisfies their desires."

Although Wen Qingliu knew about the existence of evil cultivators, she had always been well protected in the sect.

I have never seen any evil cultivators appear.

Thinking of this, she took out the bell from the space.

The bell had been purified by her, but before that, it was something that confused people's minds.

Especially relying on it to confuse the minds of children.

It is also one of the magic methods commonly used by evil practitioners.

The man who created the bell also wanted the soul of the virgin.

Wen Qingliu couldn't help but have an idea: Could it be that these two people are the same person?

If it is the same, then what is the purpose of his wanting the virgin's soul?

Looking at my daughter's sleepy little head moving slowly in my arms, I couldn't help but prick up my ears to listen to the sound of her voice.

Wen Qingliu found it a little funny, so he carried his daughter back to her room.

If there really were evil cultivators in this world, then he would have to protect all the girls in his family.

However, this evil cultivator needs to rely on deceiving others to satisfy his own evil desire for the soul of a virgin.

It would actually be much more convenient if you do it yourself.

After all, he could directly absorb the soul of the virgin.

But why does he still rely on souls captured by others?

Although the female ghost just now said that she had killed eight girls, she did have karmic connections with several girls.

But she did not absorb the discoveries of those souls.

The person behind this has either been practicing evil arts for too long and has used the souls of young boys and girls for offerings for too long.

As a result, his soul is not enough now, which makes it impossible for him to live properly in this world.

Either his identity is not simple and he cannot appear in front of the public for a long time.

Of these two possibilities, Wen Qingliu still hopes that he is the first possibility.

The first type does not have sufficient ability and is easier to deal with.

But the second type cannot appear in front of the public for a long time, and it is very likely that they are either rich or noble.

Wen Qingliu doesn’t have such big aspirations. He just wants to live a peaceful and stable life with his family.

And then help Gu Yi ascend to the throne.

She will divorce Zhao Zhiyi when the time comes. If possible, it would be best to let the children follow her.

Now that Gu Yi has ascended the throne, it will be easy for him to support them.

By then, she would just live a life of idleness and wait for death with her children, and live the rest of her life comfortably.

If possible, she really didn't want to confront that evil cultivator.

The next morning, Wen Qingliu dressed neatly and arrived in town, and life had to go on.

Her fried chicken shop is still closed.

Sometimes a woman with black hair and a hunched back passed by her shop.

He had already taken a few steps, but then stepped back as if he had sensed something.

"Do you know Wu Daozi?"

The woman's dark pupils were staring at her, making Wen Qingliu feel a little nervous.

But this person is looking for a master, why is she so nervous?

However, I haven’t heard the master say that he has accepted any new disciples or anything like that.

"What rice? I don't grow rice."

The woman choked and her back straightened.

"Who talked to you about rice? I was asking if you know Wu Daozi."

Wen Qingliu pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said "oh".

"do not know."

"Impossible, you clearly have his scent on you."

Wen Qingliu blinked innocently.

"Big sister, I really don't know who Wudaozi Youdao is..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw her master walking towards her not far away.

She winked at him hurriedly, but the latter seemed to understand nothing.

He walked over with big strides and his head held high.

"Your eyes are twitching, girl. Why are they twitching all the time?"

Wen Qingliu saw it with her own eyes, and after hearing her master's voice, the woman lowered her head and clenched her cane.

Before Wudaozi could react, the crutch in the woman's hand fell on him.

The sound of the stick hitting flesh made Wen Qingliu's teeth ache.

"Ah, who dares to attack me?"

"What are you talking about? How can you be worthy of it? I think you are just a scumbag!"

The woman cursed and beat the man, attracting many people to watch.

Wen Qingliu was worried that this would affect the store's business, so he quickly pulled the two people in.

"Master, who is she?"

Wudaozi was now grimacing in pain because of the beating he had just received.

He was a little confused when he heard his apprentice ask this question. He didn't even see clearly who it was.

Now hearing her ask this, Wudaozi raised his eyes and looked.

"Poison, poison, poison, poison lady!"

Wen Qingliu's mouth twitched.

But how come Master developed a stuttering problem after just one night's absence?

Poison Lady smiled but looked at Wudaozi viciously.

"Fuck you, you still remember me!"

Wen Qingliu uttered a low cry, it seems there is melon to eat.

Wu Daozi had no place to vent his anger, so he could only look at the disciple who had just spoken with resentment.