*****

Hearing Yu Qing's words, Yang Zimei's heart sank, and anxiety grabbed her heart.

"Xiao Qian, can you feel who this beheading division is?" Yang Zimei had to ask Xiao Qian for help.

Xiao Qian smiled bitterly. "Sister, I am not everything."

"Niuniu, do you think of it?" Yuqing asked Yang Zimei's look differently.

Yang Zimei said about killing Miluo that day.

"The Thai descending head actually dared to come to our Huaxia area to look for the ghost descending body?" Yu Zhenzi heard, the whole person jumped up with anger, "and how dare to look at my lovely little teacher and nephew? Brother, we killed immediately Go to Thailand and destroy all the ghostly descendants. "

Yang Zimei looked a little speechlessly, almost 100 years old, but still impulsively warm and **** like a young man's uncle.

"Eighty years ago, the Thai descending division once fought with our Chinese metaphysical school. At that time, everyone was defeated, but they also set a rule that they did not know each other." Yu Qing aside.

"What does it mean to be incompatible with each other? Why don't I know?" Yumako asked.

"That is to say, the descending division of Thailand can never come to our territory, otherwise, we can join hands to fight and kill. Our faction cannot go to Thailand. At that time, it was our first division that set the rules." Yuqing said.

"The master blinded his eyes that day, was it caused by fighting with the heads of Thai descenders?" Yumako asked Yuqing.

Yuqing nodded. "Because the master was worried that I might lose something. I was unable to participate in the fierce battle. All I knew was that after the master's return, my whole life was badly damaged, my skills were exhausted, and one eye was blind. "

Yumako jumped up, "I fuck, I'm going to **** the ancestors of those **** descenders in Thailand, eighteen generations!"

"Uncle, just your mana!" Yang Zimei saw the uncle jumping like a monkey, funny and angry.

As soon as Yu Mako heard it, she was like a deflated balloon, sitting weakly on the ground, and then she was crying like a child, constantly crying: "Master, I blame me for being incompetent. "

"Now it's not a matter of revenge for the master, but that the soul-gathering mirror is gone, we must find it before the descending master unseals the soul." Yuqing said solemnly.

Yang Zi nodded.

"Niu Niu, these days, you must be careful." Yu Qing told Yang Zimei.

"Okay, Master." Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower and the butterfly card. "These two things are like the natural enemies of the descending division. I have them next to me and should be fine."

"Sister, you are wrong. You can still use this butterfly card against Miluo's third-rate ghost surrender master. If you encounter a first-class ghost surrender master, it is helpless." Xiao Qian reminded, " Don't underestimate the enemy. "

"Xiao Qian, how much do you know?" For Xiao Qian, Yang Zimei was really curious. The little guy had forgotten his name and birthdate, but he still knew a lot, especially about the butterfly card and ghost descendant.

"Sister, I don't know, these words come out naturally." Xiao Qian cried.

Yang Zimei had to lift the small iron tower in his hand.

This item that can absorb all poisonous gas and evil spirits, I don't know if it can deal with the first-class ghost descender, and those evil resentment gathered in the soul mirror.

If not, will you fall into the terrible fate of being a ghost?

Do not!

She's not like that!

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[I'm so tired today. For now, the update is a little bit less, sorry. I wish you a nice weekend. 】

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