Am I the one who was wronged?

Obviously not.

The little girl is not very old, but her temper is really not small.

They were all tied up by ghost branches, and Que didn't feel how dangerous it was.

He was hung on the tree like a kite, looking at them with an unfriendly expression, his attitude was still arrogant, and his voice was crisp and clear, "Do you know who my grandpa is?"

Zhao Ran blinked his eyes, "Do you think you are a gourd baby? If you encounter problems, you will find your grandpa. You don't even know who your grandpa is. Ask me?"

The kite girl hanging on the tree, "..."

Her face changed violently, with an expression of disbelief.

As if Zhao Ran didn't know her, it was a great insult to her.

Staring at Zhao Ran, he took two deep breaths and raised his chin proudly, "My grandfather is Ding Zhao, please save me quickly."

Zhao Ran looked at her in confusion, "I don't even know who Ding Zhao is."

Saying this can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest.

Not knowing her is already considered an offense, but I didn't expect that even her grandfather didn't know this person!

Ding Yao was so angry that her chest kept rising and falling, and she scolded sharply, "Where are you country bumpkins from, you haven't even heard my grandfather's name.

If you still want to hang out in city B, get out of here as soon as possible! "

She was so angry that she didn't react suddenly until the scolding was over.

If these people leave, the next batch of people will come over.

She couldn't just be hung up like this, commanding them with a haughty expression.

"Hurry up and save me, you stand here, if I get hurt on the ghost tree, my grandfather will not let you go."

Zhao Ran curled his lips in disgust, "It's none of our business. It's not our fault that you were hung on the branch of the ghost tree. How can you blame us?"

Ding Yao was entangled in the hands and feet of the ghost tree, struggling on the tree, "I care so much about you! If you don't rescue me, my grandpa will definitely find you!"

Zhao Ran, "...Oh, speaking of it, your family is really unreasonable in heredity. It's a pity that I was scared, but I'm not afraid."

No matter how powerful your grandfather is, can he be as powerful as my uncle?

Well, even if your grandfather is as powerful as my senior uncle, can he still be as powerful as my senior uncle? !

Tsk, yelling out the name of my master uncle, lest I scare you!

There is no shortage of those who fight their fathers and elders, and Zhao Ran is not afraid of him.

No matter how arrogant the girl was, he didn't feel that there was anything to be afraid of. Instead, he was curious about the ghost tree that tied her up.

Looking at the fluttering branches, he stopped talking curiously, "This tree doesn't look very dangerous, and it doesn't mean to hurt anyone."

This girl surnamed Ding had been hung on a tree for so long, and her limbs were entangled by the branches, so she couldn't get down from the tree.

Not to mention that he was not injured, it seemed that he was not tied too tightly.

Hanging from a tree, still have the strength to command them.

Zhao Ran couldn't help wondering whether the ghost tree wanted to kill her, or to play with her on the tree swing with her full of vigor.

Hmm... kind of like some shameful bondage play.

Zhao Ran looked at those wildly waving branches with a shocking expression. She really looked more and more like her. Anyway, she didn't look like her life was in danger.

There was no panic on the main's charming face.

People in distress are not very afraid, and they, other people who are watching, naturally feel no fear.

Coupled with her superior position and posture, it's like acting.

Zhao Ran curled his lips, looked at the hanging people and trees, and slowly he was only in the mood of watching a play.

I can't even help thinking wildly, making up some messy things in my head.

Liao Ting is an ascetic monk, without his yellow head.

Looking at the unusually gentle movement of the ghost tree branch, he thought for a moment, trying to understand the reason.

Explained to Zhao Ran in a low voice, "It should be that this benefactor has a treasure that suppresses evil, which makes Ghost Tree Branch a little afraid, otherwise he will do it recklessly."

Zhao Ran nodded, "That's it, that's fine."

He squinted his eyes to look at the girl on the tree, and then looked at the branches that were about to move around, and shook his head lightly, "It won't last long."

This is natural, the earliest buried under the ghost tree was dozens of innocent souls.

Since its formation, it has been very fierce, and it can be said to be famous far and wide.

In addition to the many flesh and blood grievances that have been swallowed up over the years, anyone who violates its territory will be directly strangled without mercy.

It itself is a century-old tree with luxuriant branches and vitality.

The trunk is extremely thick, and the branches are flexible and difficult to tangle. The power of these branches when they move is comparable to that of all kinds of thick pythons inhabiting the tree.

It can easily crush all the flesh and bones and pull them into the soil.

This courtyard is the headquarters of the ghost tree, and there are countless unjust souls living on the trunk of the underground tree. Even if Ding Yao has the treasure of suppressing evil, he can't last long.

The ghost tree will never let go of the prey that is approaching.

Just as he was explaining, he stood by all of them, watching the dark shadow with a grimace, and rushed towards Ding Yao, opening his mouth and biting her waist.

There is a string of exquisite silver bells hanging there, and a lotus flower carved from white jade hangs underneath, exuding a faint milky white halo, it is a rare spiritual weapon.

The grimace rushed towards Yinling, and was hurt by the milky white halo as soon as it came into contact with the lotus.

The power of the lotus silver bell was very powerful, and the ghost face let out a silent and sharp cry, its expression was twisted ferociously, its eyes, nostrils, nostrils and mouth were all shifted, and it was hard to tell that it was a ghost face because of the twist.

The original thick black air also dissipated a lot, and condensed into a small and faint ball.

But he still ignored it, trying to wrap up the lotus flower and silver bell in spite of the consequences of being exhausted.

Almost at the same time, the branch entwining the girl moved.

The sharp branch was like a sharp sword, pierced into her shoulder with a "chiliu", and pulled it out without hesitation, bringing out a bunch of bright blood flowers like red plums.

They were standing under the ghost tree, not far away.

Hearing the branches plunge into the flesh and blood, there were two dull sounds.

The large canopy of blood mist exploded in the air, like red flowers blooming suddenly, and the branches scrambled to stretch over, sucking up all the blood mist, without even falling to the ground.

After sucking the blood, the leaves were stained a little red, and the edges seemed to be coated with red light, giving a faintly eerie feeling.

The originally gentle branches became restless, slowly tightening the bound people, and the branches all turned into sharp swords, surrounding Ding Yao in the middle from all directions, ready to go.

All these changes happened in an instant. Ding Yao just reacted from the pain, screamed, and looked around at the sharp sword-like ghost branches aimed at her.

Those branches are like sharpened sharp knives.

It was still the kind that was brought down from the battlefield, full of eerie and bloody smell.

These branches are not afraid of her amulet at all, as evidenced by the shoulders that have just been pierced by the branches.

No matter how confident and arrogant she is, she still knows the danger of these branches, they will break through her defenses, and may pierce her into a sieve at any time.

The kind that would bleed non-stop and even leak air!

And the blood she bleeds will be sucked clean by the ghost tree just like before, not even half a drop will fall to the ground, leaving no trace.

Facing the danger of her life, she finally felt afraid.

The pain in the shoulder wound was unbearable, his face was pale, and he was shivering surrounded by sharp branches.

Looking at Zhao Ran and the others, the voice was no longer arrogant, "Help, save me."

She doesn't want to die yet!

Why did this damn ghost tree break through her silver bell protection? !

That was the spiritual weapon her grandfather prepared for her!The entire city of B is unique, and it is a treasure handed down from the previous dynasty!How could this be so.

Zhao Ran curled his lips, "That's why, when you ask for help, you should act like you are asking for help."

Ding Yao hung on the ghost tree with a pale face, and was forced to tremble by the bloody smell emanating from the branches. Looking at Zhao Ran, her eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. The hatred was constantly churning in her heart, like a raging tide.

She has a special status. From childhood to adulthood, everyone around her tried to curry favor with her, protecting her like a princess.

She had never been really hurt, let alone be so humiliated.

If it wasn't for this time, in order to prove her strength, she insisted on breaking into the periphery of Building 4 alone, separated from her seniors in advance, and accidentally got entangled by a ghost tree, how could she have suffered such a crime.

How could these bumpkins take advantage of others!

Not only did he not take the initiative to save her, but he dared to make her ask for help!

Do these country bumpkins know what kind of existence the Ding family in City B is!

Very good, Ding Yao thought bitterly, she remembered these people.

Sooner or later, she will make these people look good.

She thought angrily, looking at the ghost tree branches approaching her eyes.

The thick and gloomy blood force made her tremble, breathless, she had to lower her head, looked at Zhao Ran and begged in a low voice, "I beg you."

I made a heavy note of Zhao Ran in my heart.

There is no need to wait until the day when you look down and squint at the person in front of you! She was thinking bitterly, waiting for her to get out of trouble, waiting for her to meet her grandfather!

She will definitely beg Grandpa to drive these people out of City B!

No, driving someone out of City B, how could she dispel the hatred in her heart.

She has to let them enter this No. 4 murderous building, and there will be no return!

Zhao Ran looked at her complicated face and frowned, "What are you thinking about?"

I'll go, with your expression, you almost want to bite someone!

When others are stupid, they can't see what you are planning in your heart?

After such a moment of hesitation, the branches moved again, and the blood mist exploded in the air. Ding Yao was tied up, raised her head and screamed, "Ah!"

My whole body was twitching non-stop because of the pain, like a swing.

These ghost branches are very strange, Ding Yao was stabbed twice, the wound is not too big, and the blood did not stop bleeding.

But her face was frighteningly pale, she looked as if she had lost too much blood, and she was faintly showing signs of fainting.

Pausing to observe carefully, he recited a Buddhist mantra, "The ghost tree branch pierced into her flesh, although it only stayed for a moment, it sucked a lot of blood and left."

He looked serious and concluded seriously, "Don't get hurt."

It seems that Ding Yao is used as a specimen for studying ghost trees, neither sad nor happy.

After researching enough, he reminded Yiyi in a low voice, "Ding Zhao is the vice president of the Metaphysics Association of City B, and Ding Yao is her only granddaughter, and she treats her as a treasure."

The metaphysics circle in City B is full of talents, and the association is composed of these people. It is also an official organization that communicates with the outside world and is authoritative.

To be a vice president, strength, connections, and qualifications are indispensable.

Obviously, if you want to get along well in City B, or ask someone from the Metaphysics Association.

This little princess of the Ding family cannot be easily offended.

Zhao Ran, "...Brother, why didn't you tell me such important information earlier."

He has already offended everyone!Don't you think it's too late to say this now?He was faintly startled, and looked back at his uncle's expression.

Could it be because of this matter that it will affect his uncle's plan.

Zhao Ran coughed guiltily, "Uncle Master..."

Yiyi looked at the people on the tree and said in a low voice, "Save them."

Zhao Ran wanted to cry but had no tears, "Uncle Shi, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."

Yiyi looked at him indifferently, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ran was very wronged, and he didn't think he was wrong.

Who told Ding Yao to treat herself as a little princess, even asking for help is arrogant!With such a bad attitude, it's fine if he doesn't fall into the stone.

Still reaching out to her to save her? !

Why, bah!He's not so cheap!

But now they are in city B, and the uncle has something to do.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Lowering his head, he muttered in a low voice, "I shouldn't have been quick to talk to her, offend Ding Zhao, and affect the great affairs of my uncle. I just wish I could hold back."

The uncle treats him so well, for the sake of the uncle's great affairs, it's nothing for him to be wronged.

Zhao Ran felt panicked in his heart, and his eyes were sour, "I'm sorry, uncle, my temper..."

"What's wrong with your temper?"

They all held their umbrellas and watched as they climbed like apes. They climbed up to the ghost tree with ease, and the Buddha light on the rosary was shining, and they climbed towards Ding Yao.

The ghost tree was infested by the Buddha's light, and it was extremely excited. Its branches danced wildly and attacked the living creatures around it wantonly.

Zhao Ran was still annoyed, "But don't we have something to ask them, if Ding Zhao blames us for this..."

Two long and soft branches swung towards them, trying to attack them, they all stretched out their hands unhurriedly, grabbing the dancing branches like spirit snakes.

The remaining half of the conversation was interrupted by a sharp whistling sound, Zhao Ran covered his ears with an ugly expression, and looked around, "What kind of sound is this!"

"Ghost cry."

They all said in a low voice, holding the branches firmly with their fingers.

Starting from his palm, a faint golden light flickered, turning into a golden red flame, spreading along the branches to the trunk.

Wherever the flames passed, the branches and leaves were burned inch by inch.

The stench was tangy, and the black air filled the air, with black ash "rustling" falling down.

The screeching sound continued continuously, and the inextricably converging into a piece, came from all directions.

Howling Zhao Ran's brain hurts, no matter how much he covers his ears, he can't cover those sounds.

Amidst the constant high-pitched screams, the branches retreated impatiently as if they were threatened with their lives, and the retreating speed was much faster than the attacking ones.

Backing too fast, you can see some panic.

...They didn't even care about the prey they got, so they let go of Ding Yao, allowing her to fall lightly from the sky, and was caught in the hand by Ting.

In just a moment, the ghost tree, which had just been unscrupulous and tried to strangle its prey, withdrew all its branches and leaves, pretending that it was an ordinary ginkgo tree growing quietly in the yard.

It's just that the continuous ghost crying has not stopped, from high and sharp to low and sad, miserable, Zhao Ran can even hear some emotions of showing weakness and begging for mercy.

It has to be said that Ke is much more sincere than Ding Yao.

They all withdrew their palms, glanced at Ding Yao who was being held by Ding Ting, and then looked at Zhao Ran with raised eyebrows, "What did you just say, who do I ask for?"

Zhao Ran looked at the ghost tree full of quails, and didn't say anything for a while, "Uh..."

With his uncle's toughness, he should not be afraid of Ding Zhao's embarrassment.

Yes, it must be so!Yes, yes!

Yiyi chuckled, "I think you have a good temper, so don't bear it."

Zhao Ran's eyes lit up, "Thank you, uncle."

Then he asked, "We really don't have to be afraid of Ding Zhao, this is City B, isn't he the vice president?"

Yiyi, "...so, why should I be afraid of the vice president."

The president of City B's Metaphysics Association asked him to do things, and he had to follow his rules. He should collect money and pay, owe favors to favors, and the vice president is nothing.

Impermanence couldn't be contacted, and he wasn't the one who was most anxious.

None of these people in the Metaphysics Association are more anxious than him.

He just came over to watch the excitement, how did he ask them.

Seeing that he really didn't care, Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ding Yao who was being carried by Ting, "Then why should we save her?"

He stopped laughing, "Of course it's my Buddha who is merciful, and couldn't bear the death of this benefactor in front of me."

It is impossible to die in front of them.

But it is possible for Ding Yao to suffer a little on the ghost tree.

Little girl, if you are too young and ignorant, it is a lesson from your shortcomings.

In case he really offends someone one day, it is not impossible to die.

Amitabha, he is a compassionate and good monk!

Zhao Ran looked at Zing's smile, obviously very lenient and compassionate, but there was a faint chill behind his back, he forcefully forced a smile, "Senior Brother Zing is amazing."

He stopped and glanced at the Moon Gate, "Someone is coming."

They made such a big commotion, and the ghost cries were extremely penetrating. It is estimated that they had already spread to the inner courtyard, so someone would rush over to check.

It was two young Taoist priests with hair buns in their hair. They looked at them from afar, and saw that they were all familiar faces, and their brows were tightly frowned.

He came over and yelled, "What are you doing!"

"Do you know the rules, the ghost tree in the courtyard cannot be damaged!"

"Which sect do you belong to? What did you do just now to make all the ghosts under the ghost tree cry together, which almost didn't cause a riot in the No. disaster."

"I don't know what it means, hurry up and follow us in, and apologize to all seniors!"

All the same, "...the ghost tree can't be hurt by someone who made the rules. Someone was caught on the tree by the ghost tree. If I don't hurt it, how can I save him?"

"Who made the rules, you can ask?!"

The Taoist priest on the left snarled, reprimanding them righteously, "Those who will be trapped by the ghost tree are not strong enough to participate in the exchange meeting.

Entering Building No. 4, life and death are at your own risk, don't you know? ! "

"You have violated the rules again and again, and you dare to argue here, so hurry up and follow us in, and plead guilty to the elders of the association."

Always, "... oh."

He glanced at Ding Yao with a cold expression, "Look, in order to save you, we actually broke the rules of the association. It sounds like we have to be questioned, tsk tsk tsk, it's really not worth it."

With a pale face, Ding Yao glared at him bitterly.

Going to stare at the two young Taoist priests, they screamed, "Do you really want me to die that much?!"

When the Taoist saw that it was her, he was stunned for a while, and hurried over to help her, "Junior Sister Ding, why are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter if you are injured, can you still go? How about I carry you on your back."

He was extremely attentive, and looked at her with a distressed face, as if he wished to suffer for her.

However, Ding Yao was trembling with anger, not willing to appreciate it at all.

Breaking away from their support, the tone was arrogant, "I am the one who was trapped by the ghost tree in the atrium. Shouldn't they have saved me and let the ghost tree kill me directly? You are responsible for life and death. You are happy to see me dead Is it!"

The Taoist priest on the left hurriedly explained, "Why do we think so?"

"That's right, Junior Sister Ding, how can these rules apply to you? If I knew you were in danger, I would definitely rush over to save you."

Yiyi watched from the side, and sneered when he heard the words, "It's really a double-standard game, don't you blush when you say this?"

The two Taoist priests frowned and stared at him unkindly, "You have just arrived in City B, the water here is very deep, I advise you not to make too much publicity, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Yiyi, "...Tsk, you people in City B can only threaten others with this sentence? Can you change it?"

The Taoist priest still wanted to talk, but Ding Yao yelled, "What are you talking about with him, take me back to get medicine quickly, didn't you see that I was injured!"

The two Taoist priests seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and they didn't even bother to quarrel with each other. They carefully supported her, "Okay, Junior Sister Ding, be careful and walk slowly."

"I'll support you, Junior Sister, be careful."

Completely ignoring them, he helped Ding Yao walk towards the inner courtyard.

Yiyi, "...are all of you in City B sick?"

Paused, "Master, your map is bombarded, it's not good."

He paused as he spoke, and said in a low voice, "City B is a place where fame and fortune are intertwined. Practicing here will always face many tests."

They all curled their lips, "How can we live in the world of mortals without fame and fortune?"

I haven't seen anything like yours anywhere else, it's weird.

He was speechless for a while, put his hands together, and said a few words of Buddha in a low voice.

After passing the ghost tree, we soon arrived at the meeting place.

It's the small courtyard on the inner side, where quite a few people have already gathered, talking in twos and threes.

Ding Yao had already bandaged the wound, leaned against an old man with white beard and hair, pointed in their direction, and said something in a low voice.

The old man looked at them with dark and deep eyes, "Got it."

He stopped at the door, looked around at the people in the courtyard, and walked straight to the corner.

A skinny black figure was dug out, "Donor bean, the iron piece is brought here, please help me take a look."

Heiying was wearing a very loose sweater and a hat that covered his entire face, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Master Dou, don't I have a name? Every day, the benefactor shouted, and I will turn against you again!" !"

After finishing speaking, he let out a soft sigh, and looked behind Yiyi, "You are a bit interesting, such a broken soul, why hasn't it been scattered yet? What method did you use to splice it together.

This method of stitching together remnant souls is a bit like controlling ghosts. You are quite courageous, and you dare to appear here openly. Aren't you afraid that the old monk Yuanwu will come back and kill you with the magic pestle? "

Always, "No."

"He won't have ghosts!" The benefactor hummed twice and said in a hoarse voice, "Who doesn't know that the old monk hates people who control ghosts the most, and would rather go to the eighteenth level of hell by himself than kill people to suppress evil. To die together with others, if you meet him, tsk..."

He coughed twice, "This is my uncle."

Bean Benefactor was silent for a long time before he snorted, "... Yuan Wu's apprentice?!"

He seemed even more surprised, staring at Yiyi for a long time.

Only then said in a low voice, "My God, you are so daring to appear here, do you know how much trouble your master has made?"

Yiyi frowned, faintly feeling something was wrong, "What did he do?"

Donor Bean sneered, "He and Luo Bosi went down to the Underworld for some reason, and they both disappeared after cutting off Wangchuan."

"The association is waiting for someone to take the blame. If you dare to show up, don't you rush over to be the scapegoat?"

Always, "..."

He knew it, Master Spicy Chicken!will cheat him. .