Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

A few days passed quickly. These days they went to the mass grave to familiarize themselves with the situation. This day was the death day of Du Jing and Yingge's parents.

Several people got ready early and brought Yingge to the mass grave, they surrounded Yingge in the middle.

Song Ting: "Where do you usually worship your parents?"

Yingge looked at the mountain over there: "We couldn't find their bodies, so we set up a tombstone for them over there. We usually go to that mountain to worship them."

Song Ting nodded, turned to look at the crowd: "Let's go to that mountain and have a look."

A group of people climbed up the mountain, and Yingge took them to the grave of her parents. After Yingge got some savings, the tombstone she erected for her parents was quite respectable, but I don't know why the coffins behind the two tombstones seemed to be the same. The burial was not very deep, and there was no small mound of earth buried on it like other coffins, but several people did not pay much attention to this.

They stood in front of the tombstone and waited for a while, but nothing unusual happened, and they looked at each other.

Song Ting raised his voice: "Du Jing! I know you are here, don't you want to kill Yingge?! Yingge is here now!"

Song Ting's voice echoed on the mountain, but there was no other sound.

Several people waited for a while, but there was still no response. Song Ting frowned, his eyes swept around, and there was a gleam of deep thought in his eyes. He said:

"Maybe we guessed wrong, let's go down the mountain."

Several people nodded, but their eyes were still looking around vigilantly, and a mist suddenly filled the foot of the mountain.

The mist gradually filled up and soon reached the knees. Seeing this, Song Ting secretly thought that it was not good, and he said loudly:

"Be careful that the mist comes suddenly, I'm afraid it's weird, be careful it's poisonous!"

As Song Ting said, he cut off a piece of his sleeve, and tied the sleeve to his face. At this moment, the fog of kung fu had already filled the top of his head.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, Song Ting could no longer see other people around him, he shouted:

"Xue Yao! Where are you?!"

no one answered...

"Xu Mata! Are you dead?!"

Still silent.

Song Ting's eyes flashed a glimmer of fear. It seemed that the fog was unusual. He slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, his back tensed, and his body began to enter a combat state.

There was still a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

He tried to take a step forward, stepped on the ground, but nothing happened, so he continued to move forward, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.

After walking for a while, nothing strange happened. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and his body gradually relaxed.

But at this moment, a piercing sound came from behind him, and Song Ting quickly dodged to avoid it.

It should be an arrow that hit him, and he turned his head to the direction of the arrow.

A figure flashed in front of him suddenly, that person turned his face and glanced at him, then the figure ran forward quickly, Song Ting saw her appearance clearly, that person was Du Jing!

He hurriedly chased after him, the fog in front of him became thinner as he went forward, and Du Jing's figure became clearer. Others seemed to have seen Du Jing, and they came out of the fog one after another, and a group of people chased Du Jing from behind.

Strangely, when the mist came out, it had already turned into night, with a bright disc-like moon above the head, the night was very dark, and the sky was dark blue.

Song Ting frowned, what's going on?Is it a blindfold?

He looked at Du Jing who was running ahead, weighed the sword in his hand, secretly stored his soul power in the sword, raised his hand and threw the sword, and the sword directly stabbed Du Jing in the back.

Du Jing's footsteps paused, and the speed began to slow down. Xue Yao followed suit, filled the sword in his hand with true energy, and stabbed towards Du Jing. Du Jing's footsteps were slow, and she gradually fell down.

Several people came in front of Du Jing, Song Ting tied her up with an enchanting chain, and soon Du Jing couldn't move, Song Ting turned her over and made Du Jing face the crowd.

Xu Yu grinned at the corner of his mouth and smiled proudly at Du Jing: "How is it? You still can't escape the palm of your Master Wu!"

But Du Jing glanced at them and smiled disdainfully.

Song Ting pulled Du Jing in front of him: "Now you are finally in our hands, come on! Tell me, who is the person behind the scenes, that is, the person who taught you these sorceries?"

Du Jing was still laughing, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, and she didn't speak a word.

Song Ting gradually felt something was wrong, what's going on?Is Du Jing stupid?

Looking around, he saw that only a few men were chasing after them, Song Ting frowned, where is Yingge?

not good!Yingge is still there!The Du Jing in front of him should be to attract their fake Du Jing!

Thinking of this, Song Ting directly pulled out the sword behind Du Jing, stabbing Du Jing's chest with a sword, the smile on Du Jing's face froze, her figure began to change, gradually turning into a drop of dark green blood, falling on the ground.

Only then did everyone understand, and hurried back.

The white mist had dissipated, and several people returned to the cemetery just now. As soon as they approached, Song Ting heard a voice coming from the front.

The closer they got, the wider their field of vision became, and they gradually saw the situation in front of them clearly.

I saw Du Jing and Yingge standing in front of the two graves, Du Jing pinched Yingge's neck with one hand, Yingge was struggling non-stop, Du Jing's eyes showed the joy of revenge.

Hearing a voice behind her, she turned her head and looked at the crowd, a smile slowly curled up on her lips, her clear eyes were very bright, she said:

"You are here."

Her tone was very ordinary, as if the person in front of her was not an opponent, but an acquaintance, and they were chatting about family affairs.

But her fingers became harder and harder, and Yingge who was pinched by her almost passed out. Seeing this, Song Ting stepped forward with a sword and slashed at Du Jing. on her neck.

She whispered behind Yingge: "Come on...don't you guys want to kill me? Then kill her first..."

Several people tried to hit Du Jing several times, but Du Jing used Yingge as a shield to dodge, and they didn't dare to act rashly again.

A group of people were in a stalemate, the makeup on Yingge's face was already wet with tears, and his face was colorful, looking very embarrassed.

She shouted: "Masters, you must save me..."

Song Ting didn't speak, he looked at Du Jing sharply and coldly.

The corners of Du Jing's bright red lips were slowly raised, and her eyes were very clear and bright, like a clear spring, clear to the bottom.

Song Ting looked at him, feeling strange in his heart, in Yingge's description, she should be a short-sighted and narrow-minded person, how could there be such a pair of clear eyes?

Du Jing looked at the crowd, her expression suddenly changed, the fierceness in her eyes disappeared, her face became very puzzled: "Why did you save Yingge? Is Yingge, a hypocritical woman, so popular?"

Song Ting still didn't speak, he was looking for Du Jing's flaws, and she felt that Du Jing in front of her seemed to have some mental problems.

Wuliang was in a good mood to talk to Du Jing. He raised his beard and said, "Yingge...I don't know what kind of person she is, but you don't seem to be a good person."

Du Jing smiled, and said indifferently: "I also feel that my current behavior is not very good, and I hate it very much."

"Then why do you do those things that make you hate?" Wuliang said temptingly: "Tell me who is the person who guided you to do these things, and I will arrest him."

Du Jing seemed to find it very amused, and there was a smile in her clear eyes: "Master Dao, you're lying to a three-year-old kid like this."

Wu Liang's face darkened, is she saying that he can't lie? !He, the immeasurable Taoist leader of Xuan Yu Guan, was actually laughed at by a child who didn't even grow a hair? !

Jingming at the side noticed that his master was about to go berserk, so he tugged on his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Master, calm down, look at how calm I am."

Wuliang stared with anger, and it wasn't him who was talking, so could he not calm down? !

But he calmed down anyway, and didn't talk to Du Jing again.