Listening to Song Fengchen's endless sentence, Ding Sijing was taken aback.

Suddenly, Song Fengchen flipped his wrist, and there were three more talisman papers between his fingers, and he only heard a cold sigh: "Chi——"

The talisman that was swung out turned into a golden light, rushing away at Ding Sijing.

It happened so suddenly, the golden light the size of a needle slowly enlarged in his pupils, his face was horrified, and he subconsciously raised his hands to block his face.

At the next moment, a gust of wind passed over his head, followed by a screaming scream out of thin air.

There were two muffled noises in succession, as if something fell to the ground after hitting the wall. Ding Sijing's heart thumped and thumped, and he slowly lowered his hand, against the cold sweat on his head, obviously there was a lingering fear in his heart.

He swallowed and turned his head tremblingly.

In the corner, the diffuse black mist gradually dissipated, and a young female ghost in a red dress appeared in the sight of everyone.

The female ghost knelt on the ground, stretched out her right hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth fiercely. She suddenly raised her head and gritted her teeth: "You, how dare you do it to me?"

Song Fengchen stood up, and three talisman papers popped up again at his fingertips: "I said, the thing I hate the most is being threatened."

Seeing his movements, the young female ghost's pupils tightened almost like a conditioned reflex. Song Fengchen's blow told her that Song Fengchen would easily kill her.

She panicked with a clear look, and said in a quick tone: "Do you know who my master is? He is Master Zonggui Renzong. If you dare to ruin his good deeds, you are not afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

Song Fengchen was condescending: "You said this sentence just now?"

His attitude caused the young female ghost to panic. She barely suppressed the panic in her eyes, and continued with her neck: "Do you know what the end of offending my master is?"

Hearing this, Ding Sijing's expression changed. He turned his head to look at Song Fengchen, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Song, otherwise you should stop intervening in this matter, lest you get tired."

"What?" Song Fengchen raised his brow slightly.

"You have always lived in the mainland. It is not surprising that you have not heard of the name of the first person to raise ghosts in Nanyang." Ding Sijing looked bitterly: "You don't know why such a name came out. It's because of the good abilities of that guiren, and second, because he is cruel, and if he doesn't agree with him, his family will be ruined."

"Just five years ago, I remember that five years ago, a middle-class family in Malaysia abused Zong Guiren because a third-generation drunk member of his family insulted Zong Guiren. I didn’t know how these words were passed to him. In my ears, as a result, this family, together with his family's worship, died overnight without a whole body."

Ding Sijing was so soft, and the young female ghost's heart fell half instantly. She sneered: "What do you know, these are just false rumours. My master doesn't have the idle time, because he was verbally insulted and went to kill someone. The whole family."

She smiled and didn't smile: "The blame is that his family is descended from the former Ming Dynasty royal family. My master just needed to use his family's blood to refine a pair of mother and daughter ghosts. They don't die, who will die-as for his family's worship , This is the fate of trying to provoke my master without self-reliance."

Hearing this, Ding Sijing's scalp was numb, and he had a new understanding of Zongguiren's insidiousness.

He understood, why the masters he had invited back before met him and refused to save him because they were not good at learning skills. They were probably worried that they would be targeted by Zong Guiren.

Thinking of this, Ding Sijing felt cold.

As if thinking of something, he cheered up and asked: "What about my family, why did Zong Guiren act on my family?"

It's all for this. The young female ghost doesn't mind letting Ding Sijing understand. She sneered and said, "Remember Shi Guyan?"

Ding Sijing's body trembled, and Shi Gu said that it was not the name of the scholar in his dream.

"After he was beheaded that year, his soul was imprisoned on the executioner's ghost knife. Two months ago, this knife fell in the hands of my master. This is a four-hundred-year old ghost...my master If you want to refine him into a ghost servant, you must first eliminate the grievances from him. The Zheng family is gone. He wants your Ding family to be ruined now, and my master will naturally do what he wants."

Zheng is the surname of the wealthy businessman.

"You should be fortunate, if it weren't for your ancestor's Yinde blessing, do you think you can live to this day?"

At this time, the young female ghost still has an arrogant face, which shows how arrogant she is usually.

Ding Sijing's face was as gray as death.

Song Fengchen snorted and only said, "What I am more curious about is, where can your strength rank under the hands of your so-called master?"

"What do you mean?" The young female ghost's face changed slightly, and she raised her head to face Song Fengchen with a smile that was not a smile. Then she realized that what she had just thought was too natural, thinking that there was her host, Song Fengchen didn't dare to act rashly, so she said. A little too much.

Looking at Song Fengchen's appearance now, she knew that this matter today could not be kind.

The young female ghost tried her best to maintain her composure: "Me? My strength can only be regarded as a middle-lower position under the hands of my master. Above me, there are two ghost kings, four ghost generals, and countless ghost soldiers... You think it depends on you. This little trick can deal with my master!"

In fact, she is one of the ghost generals under Zong Guiren's hands. The reason for saying this is purely to scare Song Fengchen.

Yes, both the ghost king and the ghost general are out.

Can play!

The acting skills of young female ghosts are definitely not clever. Song Fengchen saw it in his eyes and knew it in his heart. He changed his voice: "Since you have said that, if I let you go, wouldn't it be a help!"

More than-

Knowing that this school is not a good thing, if he is allowed to kill the Ding family and become a ghost servant, I don't know how many innocent people will be brutally killed by him in the future.

In addition, the Ding family begged to come to the door, and his dictionary had never failed to save these four words.

The most important thing is that Song Fengchen firmly believes in the orthodox family in China, and the so-called Nanyang magician is either an evil way or a sideways way, and where he can go, not to mention, he still has Chang Ningguan as the backing!

Thinking about this, Song Fengchen's heart settled slightly. With a move of his mind, three pieces of talisman paper came out of his fingertips and hit the young female ghost impartially.

"You, ah—you will regret—"

Ding Sijing came back to his senses, only to see a green flame bursting out of the young female ghost and enveloped it. Accompanied by a screaming scream, the figure of the young female ghost disappeared into the air little by little.

It was so soulless.

Ding Sijing stood up from the sofa with a brush, with a look of excitement on his face. Only after the ecstasy, his heart was more worried: "Master Song, Zong Guiren will definitely not let it go. What do you think we should do next?"

Song Fengchen touched his chin. The current situation is that the enemy is in the dark and I am in the dark. As long as Zongguiren does not get rid of, Ding Sijing's family will always be in danger.

Ding Sijing was obviously aware of this.

At this moment, Song Fengchen's inspiration flashed, and he raised his head to look at Ding Sijing: "I wonder if Mr. Ding plans to invite someone to worship for the Ding family?"

Ding Sijing's eyes lit up, but it was not in his arms. In his opinion, since Song Fengchen dared to kill the young female ghost, it shows that he has the confidence to deal with Zongguiren. If Song Fengchen can be invited to sit in the Ding family, then his family will be able to sit back and relax.

Just before he could speak, Song Fengchen said directly: "I can't, I have no plan to leave the capital in a short time. But I can introduce a master who is no less powerful than mine to Mr. Ding."

Hearing the last sentence, Ding Sijing's loss was swept away, and he repeatedly said: "Okay, then trouble Mr. Song."

"Let me ask first."

After that, he got up and went into the room. When he came out again, he had a copper basin and a yellow paper with weird patterns in his hand.

Song Fengchen took a pen to write the ins and outs of the matter in the blank space of the yellow sheet, and added a sentence at the end: Nanyang wealthy, there are many believers, this is a great opportunity for Changning Guan to enter the world.

After doing this, he threw the yellow form paper into the copper basin, and the moment the yellow form paper fell to the ground, there was no fire spontaneously.

Seeing this scene, Ding Sijing and others subconsciously held their breath.

After a while, the fire went out, and there was no ashes in the copper basin.

Ding Sijing stared at the copper basin stubbornly. Less than a cup of tea, he could only hear a chuckle. A flame suddenly flared in the copper basin, and after two breaths, it suddenly went out.

Ding Sijing fixed his eyes, and there was an extra letter in the copper basin.

Song Fengchen opened the letter and saw a word that caught his eye.

Ding Sijing was impatient: "Master Song, what happened?"

Song Fengchen looked up at him: "I agree."

Ding Sijing said quickly: "I don't know which master it is?"

Song Fengchen put the letter paper back into the envelope: "It's my master."