The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 8 I'll take you out!

"Stop working on it, let's go home tonight and fix it up tomorrow morning!"

Lu Yuan turned his head sharply, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable determination.

The Xu family members were filling the grave with soil when they heard this and were all taken aback.

But when they followed Lu Yuan's gaze and saw the eerie blood-red lantern in the distant night sky, everyone's face turned pale.

That's not a good omen.

Panic spread instantly, and the Xu family dropped their hoes and iron shovels, scrambling and crawling away from this place of trouble.

"You two go too."

Lu Yuan turned around and his gaze fell on Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan, who had followed him.

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, the two immediately became unhappy.

Brother Lu is going to go alone!

"Brother Lu, what are you saying? That's so unfair!"

"Let's go together!"

Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan, their necks stiff, immediately shouted.

Lu Yuan frowned and said directly:

"Stop talking nonsense, the evil spirits over there are too powerful, we can't handle them!"

Lu Yuan is going.

However, Lu Yuan did not intend to help Wuqing Temple in any way.

To be honest, Lu Yuan isn't without a temper.

Based on what had happened before, Lu Yuan didn't like Wuqing Temple from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Yuancai would not go up to help Wuqing Temple.

not to mention……

The eight-star human-faced two-legged sheep and the six-star hanged ghost were far beyond Lu Yuan's capabilities.

Lu Yuan really couldn't handle these things.

Lu Yuan was going mainly because he was worried about the beautiful and sexy Zhao Qiao'er.

After all, we ate their food and wore their clothes, and there was also the connection with Aunt Qin.

Lu Yuan couldn't just stand by and watch Zhao Qiao'er get into trouble.

Therefore, the moment Lu Yuan saw the blood-red Kongming lantern, his goal became crystal clear.

Once Zhao Qiao'er is rescued, everything will be fine!

As for Wuqing Temple, I don't care if it's dead or alive.

In that case, we naturally can't bring Xu Erxiao and Wang Cheng'an along.

The two weren't very skilled, so they wouldn't be of much help, and Lu Yuan would have to take care of them.

Fortunately, neither of them were the type to dawdle, and seeing that Lu Yuan had said so, they stopped arguing.

"Brother Lu, be careful! We'll head to the Xu family's place and wait for you!"

The two gave each other a few words of advice, then shouldered the heavy box of magical artifacts and rushed down the mountain without looking back.

In the night wind, only Lu Yuan remained.

Lu Yuan glanced at the two figures disappearing into the darkness, then gripped the wooden sword in his hand tightly.

His figure moved like lightning, rushing towards another mountain peak.

……

Meanwhile, Zhao Qiao'er's camp had become a living hell!

The pitch-black night seemed to come alive, thick and viscous like ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Countless pale, twisted figures appeared and disappeared in the darkness, whistling sharply as they lunged at the crowd around the campfire.

The sounds of sharp claws tearing through flesh and the piercing screams rose and fell.

From the start of the ritual until now, only a few minutes have passed, and several Taoist priests from Wuqing Temple and martial arts masters from the Zhao family have already fallen into pools of blood.

His body was torn to pieces.

In the chaos, the people of Wuqing Temple finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"This hanged ghost... has at least a hundred years of cultivation!!"

"Huang Guanmin!! What on earth is going on?!"

Uncle Hengmin cleaved a charging demon in two with a single sword strike, the blade flashing with orange-red light. But he had no time to spare for that, turning to unleash a thunderous roar at Huang Guanmin.

At this moment, Huang Guanmin was completely dumbfounded.

He stood frozen in place, his face ashen, his lips trembling.

wrong!

That's completely wrong!

When he investigated earlier, he found that there were indeed evil spirits in the forest, but they were all mindless little devils!

But now...

How come even a hanged ghost with a hundred years of cultivation has appeared!

And there's more than one!

Gu...me...ru...

A chilling, eerie scream echoed from the depths of darkness.

The voice seemed to resonate directly in one's brain, carrying an eerie charm that went straight to the bone.

Upon hearing this sound, all the Taoist priests of Wuqing Temple, including Hengmin, felt their hair stand on end!

This...this commotion...

Is that the two-legged sheep?!

The monstrous creature that Wuqing Temple has been chasing for three whole years—a human-faced, two-legged sheep?!

How did it get here?!

That's a terrifying evil spirit with over two hundred years of cultivation!

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of everyone's feet straight to the top of their heads.

It’s over.

Given the current situation, at least five Celestial Masters would need to join forces to form a formation for there to be any chance of survival!

But right now, only Hengmin has barely touched the threshold of becoming a Celestial Master, and he can't even be considered a true Celestial Master!

"We've been set up!!! We've definitely been set up!!"

Huang Guanmin finally snapped out of his shock and roared through gritted teeth.

But what's the point of saying all this now?

Whether it was a real setup or a fake one, that's something we can investigate after we're alive.

Everyone is now surrounded and can't get out.

Although the blood-red Kongming lanterns had been lit, it was to no avail.

This is the middle of nowhere, not some big city, so there's no way a powerful Taoist master would come to the rescue.

"Charge outwards!"

"This job is impossible to do!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Hengmin's eyes, and he made a decisive decision.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Guanmin's expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a panic:

"Uncle-Master!!"

"If we leave, what will happen to the employer?!"

"These things are clearly aimed at the owner!"

Hengmin whirled around, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone, and burst into a tirade of curses:

"What the hell do they care about their boss?!"

"We should be thanking God we even got out of here alive!!"

Huang Guanmin glanced back at Zhao Qiao'er, whose stunningly beautiful face was filled with panic, not far away, and for a moment, he couldn't bear it and pleaded:

"Uncle-Master!! At least take the master with you when you leave!!"

"Otherwise, if word gets out, our Wuqing Temple's reputation will be ruined..."

Snapped! !

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Huang Guanmin's face.

At this moment, Hengmin could no longer hold back and turned around to slap Huang Guanmin hard across the face.

Hengmin could tell from the moment Huang Guanmin arrived that he admired Zhao Qiao'er.

The way they were so eager to show off was just like a male dog in heat.

No wonder, after all, who wouldn't be tempted by such a sexy and beautiful mature woman?

But, that was fine before.

Their lives are in danger now, and they're still clinging to this sticky soup—they're completely blinded by lust!

A crisp snap!

Huang Guanmin was stunned.

At that moment, the junior sister next to Huang Guanmin also grabbed his arm, crying out in fright at everything around her:

"Senior brother!! Let's go!! Forget about that vixen!!"

The argument and the sound of slapping reached Zhao Qiao'er's ears without missing a single word.

She wasn't far from the people at Wuqing Temple.

Wuqing Temple... is it going to abandon her and run away to save its own life?

The thought chilled her to the bone.

If they leave, then I... am really doomed!

Wang Fu, the steward, was directing the martial arts instructors to protect Zhao Qiao'er tightly in the middle.

How could a mortal martial artist possibly defeat a hundred-year-old vengeful ghost? It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Young Taoist priest...young Taoist priest, save me..."

Zhao Qiao'er used all her charm as a woman, her voice trembling and choked with sobs, looking pitifully at Huang Guanmin.

Normally, if she called like that, Huang Guanmin would have rushed over like a lapdog.

But now...

Huang Guanmin, who had been slapped, silently swung his wooden sword, mechanically hacking at the little devils around him.

He never looked back at her once.

He heard it.

He must have heard it.

And there's no turning back...

That means... Huang Guanmin listened to Hengmin and didn't intend to care about Zhao Qiao'er anymore.

Zhao Qiao'er has been abandoned!

Zhao Qiao'er's heart sank inch by inch.

In a panic, Zhao Qiao'er called Huang Guanmin's name over and over again, her voice going from pleading to hoarseness, and then to complete loss of voice.

However, the figure who had once fawned over her never turned back.

Despair, like a tidal wave, completely overwhelmed her.

Am I really going to die here today?

Just as Zhao Qiao'er was filled with despair and closed her eyes, ready to die...

A familiar young voice seemed to tear through the howling darkness of the night, ringing clearly in her ears.

"Aunt Qiao'er, hurry!"

Zhao Qiao'er suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and a swift white shadow had already broken through the layers of ghostly figures and stopped steadily in front of her.

The newcomer crouched down, revealing a face that appeared exceptionally handsome and resolute in the firelight.

"Get on my back!"

"I'll take you out!"