The rebirth of the national school is too paranoid

Chapter 50

Hua Yin's palm turned into a cinnabar golden talisman designed to drive away evil spirits, his eyes were deep and dark, and the hidden soldiers did not move.

"Hiss...golden paper talisman, ghost master!"

The soul hissed from being burned, and after guessing Hua Yin's identity, his face was frightened, and he quickly retreated to the seat in the back row of the bus.

The yellow eyeballs of the soul bulge out with the change of emotions, looking extremely terrifying.

It is rumored that there is a ghost master in the world, but she has never seen it before, so she doesn't take it seriously.

She was never afraid of being caught and taken back. The King of Hades never cared about the human world, at most he would send underworld messengers to collect new dead souls.

And wandering around for decades, what hasn't she done?No one has ever dared to restrain her.

In the world she saw, there were only those magic sticks who bluffed and deceived under the banner of exorcising ghosts, and the talismans they drew were just for children to play with.

Listening to the wind around the underworld, she has also heard about the ghost master. It is said that he is holding a golden paper talisman and a silver and white long sword. He is an awe-inspiring and upright immortal in white clothes.

It's just that she has never seen it, and has always sneered at it.

Now the words of those old souls are all drilled into their minds.

The thought of enduring the nine levels of purgatory made her tremble in fright.

As far as the power of the golden paper talisman is concerned, she can't resist it, let alone who knows if this person has other magic weapons.

The soul swished out of the open car window, trying to escape.

Harming the world for decades, disturbing the peace of the yin and yang worlds, and trying to escape from the sky, there has never been such an easy thing in this world.

When Hua Yin raised his hand, the flying soul seemed to be attracted to his hand like a magnet.

Grab the neck of her soul body.

Crush his seven souls effortlessly and hold them in his hands.

Raising his hand, the black remnant soul in his hand was flying in the wind.

Under Hua Yin's black broken hair, his eyes were dark and not braided.

The fingers wrote the words in the void, the writing was sharp and unruly, it was an extremely complicated text, and it was merged into a piece of black paper and golden characters.

It turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.

There is only a short sentence on the paper, which contains a strong sinister blood:
Since Hades can't control it, then I will take his place.

Hua Yin curled his lips into a smile that was extremely cold.

Hearing the notification sound of the bus, Hua Yin lowered his eyelids to hide the hostility in his eyes.

Hua Yin got off the car at the bank.

Four hundred was withdrawn from the poor bank card with a small balance.

Originally, Hua Yin's mother left a lot of money, but after being squandered by the original him.

There are at least 10,000+ left in the card, but now there are less than 1000 left.

It can be seen that Wu Shihu squandered them wantonly.

What belongs to him is so far away, and no one else can have his hands on it.

It seems that Wu Shihu's debts must be calculated slowly.

With calm eyes, Hua Yin walked away for a long time unconsciously.

I happened to pass by a hair accessories shop. The storefront and signboards were all pink and tender, and there were many customers coming and going.

Many girls entered the store hand in hand, and couples entered the store arm in arm.

Hua Yin stamped his feet and walked into the shop with a vague smile on his lips.

When he came out again, he already had a small pink paper bag in his hand, and his broken hair was blowing slightly in the wind, making him look very warm, like the gentleman Qianqian in ancient times.

It attracted a lot of girls who were moved by him, blushing at the side, watching his leaving back and whispering.

Huajia——

At this moment, the Hua family's mansion was silent, and even in the garden outside, only the sound of whipping could be heard.

One after another, very disturbing.

Just look at the whip after whip, hitting the skin, making a loud noise.

Huacan knelt on the cold floor and was whipped, tears dripping down.

(End of this chapter)