Superb Female Ghost Shelter

Qin Yan has already made up his mind about killing ghosts.

No one can change his mind.

"Master, didn't you just say that you don't care about our affairs!"

"This! This..." Ma Zehong was choked by Qin Yan's words. This is indeed what he said just now.

"Master, don't worry! I do things in a measured way!" Qin Yan looked at Ma Zehong very seriously, with a look of confidence in his eyes.

Ma Zehong thought for a while and nodded, agreeing with Qin Yan's decision.

In fact, Ma Zehong also knew that these two ghosts would definitely file a complaint when they returned to the underworld, and both Qin Yan and the Ma family would be in trouble.

It would be better to blame the Mao family now.

Qin Yan turned his head and looked at the two disciples of the Mao family expressionlessly: "Will you kill them or not?"

The two Mao disciples lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

"In that case, I'm sorry!" Qin Yan grabbed the throat of one of the Mao disciples and pinched his throat.

The brittle bones immediately made a "click, click, click" sound.

Qin Yan learned this trick from Li Tianba.

When Li Tianba fought with the Northern Hu, in addition to beheading and beheading the Hu people, he sometimes pinched their throats and watched them suffocate to death.

At this time, because the person cannot breathe air, his face will slowly turn purple, and eventually he will even stick out his tongue and his eyes will pop out.

This process is very painful and lasts about four minutes until the brain dies due to lack of oxygen.

This is what the disciples of the Mao family are like now.

He covered his throat and looked at Qin Yan in horror. He opened his mouth and tried to inhale, but no matter how hard he inhaled, he couldn't get it.

After a while, there was a "bang" and the Mao disciple fell to the ground. He covered his throat with one hand and kept scratching on the ground with the other.

His fingers were worn out, but he still kept scratching.

No matter how much blood flowed everywhere, no matter how much flesh was rubbed away, the bones were exposed.

At the same time, he kept kicking his legs and turning over, bringing up all the dust on the ground.

Another Mao family disciple turned pale with fright when he saw his companion in such miserable condition.

"See, this is what will happen if he doesn't take action. I think you should be self-aware! So do you want to take action?"

Qin Yan said in a calm tone, but full of unquestionable tone.

"I do! I do!" The Mao family disciple nodded repeatedly in fear.

"Okay! Kill them!" Qin Yan pointed at the two ghosts and said.

The Mao family disciples walked towards the two ghosts step by step.

The two ghosts were so frightened that it took them a long time to react. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qin Yan:

"Sir, if you are too young to see the truth, just treat me like a fart!"

"Sir, we will never dare again!"

Qin Yan didn't bother to pay attention to their pleas. Instead, he urged the Mao disciples: "Can you hurry up? Do you want to be like him?"

"I'll do it right away!"

The Ma family disciple shouted loudly, took out his mahogany sword, chanted a spell and stabbed Shougui Cha in the chest.

After all, ghosts are ghosts too, so the way to deal with them is naturally Taoism.

With a "puff" sound, the peach wood sword pierced Shou Guizha's chest and passed through his back.

The thin ghost lowered his head and watched helplessly as his soul slowly faded and finally disappeared into thin air.

"Sir! Please don't..."

Before Fat Guicha finished speaking, the Taomu Sword passed through his chest and out of his back.

Fat Gui Cha soon became the same as Thin Gui Cha. First his soul became empty and then disappeared into thin air.

After killing two ghosts, Qin Yan stretched out his hand and placed it on the head of the Mao family disciple, using his soul power to destroy his memory.

The Mao family disciple immediately turned into a fool and giggled like "hehehehe".

In this way, although the underworld can trace that this disciple of the Mao family killed the fat and thin ghost, it will not know who instigated it.

After doing all this, Qin Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Qin Yan, you are so courageous!" Ma Zehong sighed.

"Master, there is no way around this. In fact, I don't want to do this, but if I don't, it will bring trouble to me and the Ma family."

"Qin Yan, stop talking about this. Where are Murong Xuehan and Li Tianba?"

Ma Jiao was curious and didn't understand why Murong Xuehan and Li Tianba were not with Qin Yan. She remembered that they had always been by Qin Yan's side.

"We got separated!"

Qin Yan told Ma Jiao and Ma Zehong everything that happened just now.

Ma Zehong touched his chin and muttered to himself: "It's strange, how can a princess's tomb be so powerful! Even an emperor's tomb may not be like this!"

Under normal circumstances, although emperors are buried with them, it is impossible to bury eighteen generals alive. At most, a few commanders and soldiers are buried symbolically.

The rest were replaced with pottery figures or pottery figurines.

"Master, is this tomb outrageous?"

"It's not just outrageous, it's simply weird!"

Qin Yan remembered that Zhao Zishen had said before that this tomb was very strange, but he didn't know what was strange about it.

"Forget it, let's go find Murong Xuehan and Li Tianba quickly! It would be even better if we could meet someone from the Mao family!"

The Mao family had been gathering together before, and Qin Yan had no way to take action.

Now that the Mao family is separated, it is time to defeat the Mao family one by one.

Ma Zehong nodded and agreed with Qin Yan's words.

The three of them were just about to pass through the gate of the tomb hall, when there was a sound of running and roaring from the other side of the gate.

After a while, Mao Huijun, who had just left, rushed out of the door.

His hair was disheveled, his body was covered with injuries, and his eyes were full of panic, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely afraid.

Qin Yan immediately stopped Mao Huijun.

Mao Huijun recited a spell, shouted loudly, and slapped Qin Yan on the chest with his palm.

"Qin Yan, be careful!" Ma Jiao was shocked and reminded Qin Yan loudly, while reaching out and pushing towards Qin Yan.

"Qin Yan, get out of the way!" Ma Zehong was also shocked and stretched out his hand to pull Qin Yan.

Qin Yan didn't care. What he was most curious about now was who was chasing Mao Huijun and actually scared Mao Huijun like this.

Both Ma Jiao and Ma Zehong were a step slower.

With a "bang" sound, Mao Huijun slapped Qin Yan on the chest.

At this moment, Ma Jiao's heart "popped" and almost burst.

She secretly shouted in her heart: No!

At the same time, Ma Zehong also lamented in his heart, feeling that Qin Yan would definitely be seriously injured this time, or even die.

In their minds, Qin Yan was just a Taoist master and could not withstand the attack of Mao Huijun, a heavenly master.

What's more, the opponent still struck with thunder with all his strength.

In fact, they had no idea that Qin Yan was protected by Ling'er, and even Mao Quyu, not to mention Mao Huijun, couldn't hurt him even a hair.