My uncle is Lin Zhengying

There was hatred in the painted skin female ghost's eyes, and she said: "How do I know! This bitch, I have disliked her a long time ago, it's not you who protect her every time! Now that it's all right, she has even learned how to hide it!" Move the rescuers!"

Dashuai Wang took a deep breath, glared at the painted skin female ghost, and did not do anything to it for the time being.

Turning around, he continued to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Master Taoist, where is my wife now? I think there is a misunderstanding in this matter, please let my wife come out, and I will explain to her slowly..."

But the middle-aged Taoist refused to tell the truth, and said, "Your wife will not dare to go home unless you get rid of the monster beside you. Marshal Wang, what I said is true, you just need to give me a moment, and I will tell you the truth." Let you know what the woman next to you looks like!"

Dashuai Wang also completely lost his patience at this time, and threatened in a deep voice: "Either answer my question honestly. Or... die!"

Chapter 524 Unpredictable Hearts (Part [-])

Dashuai Wang's patience was worn down, and his attitude became very tough. Seeing that he was about to order his subordinates to shoot if he disagreed with him, the middle-aged Taoist priest really didn't dare to confront him head-on, and would fight to the death.

In desperation, he finally chose to compromise and said, "Okay, I'll take you to see your wife and let her tell you what's going on!"

The middle-aged Taoist felt that the warlord Marshal Wang was only too deeply deluded by monsters, so he refused to believe him.

As long as he saw his first wife, and his wife told him that this concubine was a monster, he would naturally believe it.

At that time, he can make a move.

But how did he know that this Marshal Wang was no longer the real Marshal Wang.

He was not bewitched by monsters at all, and he clearly knew that his little concubine was not human...

The story contained twists and turns and was much more complicated than he imagined!

"Then lead the way!"

Dashuai Wang said in a cold voice.

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, and while leading the way, he did not forget to keep an eye on the Painted Banshee to prevent it from escaping.

But the painted-skinned banshee had no intention of escaping at all, she just stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest with resentment in her eyes, followed Dashuai Wang fearlessly, and went to look for Dashuai Wang's wife Bao Guixiang together.

After a while, everyone left the Marshal's Mansion and walked towards the outside of Nan'an County.

When he left the city, Marshal Wang did not bring too many subordinates, but only three followers, and most of the soldiers were left in the Marshal's Mansion by him.

The middle-aged Taoist was very puzzled when he saw this, thinking that this handsome Wang is really brave, but that's fine.

He didn't expect the soldiers to help either. His means were enough to deal with the monsters. The fewer soldiers, the easier it was for him to do it!

After they left, Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting naturally followed up quietly.

Apart from wanting to avenge the past, Zhang Jing is also very curious about what kind of medicine Yin Shian sells in the gourd!

In the Liao Zhai stories he read in his previous life, the painted skin female ghosts were all to seduce scholars and talented scholars, but now the situation seems to be a bit reversed.

He felt that Yin Shi'an, a vicious and vicious guy, was using it to deceive the painted skin female ghost!

As for the situation between him and his wife, it is temporarily unknown.

Anyway, in Tengteng Town, Zhang Jing accidentally fell into the trap of a big bully.

This time, no matter what conspiracy Yin Shi'an has, he will expose it to the ground, and he will do it well!

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The night is like ink, so deep that it seems impossible to melt.

Although there are no famous mountains and rivers near Nan'an County, there are mountains and forests all around. After leaving the county seat, the group headed south of the city under the leadership of a middle-aged Taoist priest.

There are stretches of dense bamboo forests here, and the scenery is very beautiful during the day.

Many wealthy people in the city specially built other courtyards here to live for a while in their spare time, and to escape the heat in summer.

But at night, the empty and uninhabited bamboo forest is too quiet. If there are not many people who are brave enough, ordinary people may not dare to walk in it.

The middle-aged Taoist priest and his party are naturally not afraid.

After entering the bamboo forest, Shi Jian, who walked half a stick of incense deep inside, stopped in front of a small courtyard with a unique style.

There are still lights on in the pavilion, and it is obvious that there are people living there.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed to the front and said, "Here we are."

Dashuai Wang didn't say a word, he rushed into the courtyard and shouted, "Guixiang, Guixiang... where are you! I'm here to take you home!"

The middle-aged Taoist wanted to stop him and say a few words, but it was too late.

But looking at Dashuai Wang's appearance, he was very sincere in his concern for his wife, which made him feel a little relieved.

Hearing the shout, two people quickly came out of the bamboo building, one of them was dressed as a maid at a young age.

The other person is about 30 years old. Although he is wearing a gray plain dress and does not have any jewelry on his body, he still has a good temperament and an excellent charm. His almond eyes are clean and charming.

She is Dashuai Wang's first wife, Bao Guixiang.

Dashuai Wang quickly walked over, took the other party's hands, and said reproachfully: "Didn't you leave me a letter saying that you would go back to your mother's house for a while. I thought you would go to Ganzhou Mansion, why did you come to this wilderness? "

Just as Bao Guixiang was about to explain, she suddenly saw a few people walking into the yard from behind, including the painted skin female ghost. She suddenly looked frightened, backed away in fright, and shouted: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"

The painted skin female ghost chuckled, and said charmingly: "Sister, you are jealous of the handsome man doting on me, and you often spend the night in my room. You usually call me a vixen, a villain, and gossip behind your back, but now you still accuse me of being a ghost." , my sister can't take it anymore."

Bao Guixiang shook her head desperately, and tremblingly said to Dashuai Wang: "Qingshan, this woman is really a ghost! She is a ghost in human skin! I have seen her take off the human skin, and the horror inside! It...it is She still wants to eat me, if I didn’t run fast, I would have been eaten by her! You have to believe me! I’m not lying!” After she finished speaking, she quickly looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest again: “Daoist Yuanji, please hurry up! Get rid of it quickly!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist nodded with satisfaction, thinking that Marshal Wang would not stop him from getting rid of the demon.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dashuai gently stroked his wife Bao Guixiang's cheek with one hand, and said, "Guixiang, don't be afraid, you actually read it wrong that day, there are no female ghosts, and no one wants to eat you... You just did something A nightmare. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, it will be over."

There seemed to be a strange magical power in Wang Dashuai's words, which made people want to sleep after hearing it.

In particular, his hands still have feminine strength, covering Bao Guixiang.

Bao Guixiang was trembling with fright one second, and kept shaking her head to explain, but her eyes quickly became confused in the next second, and she couldn't say what she wanted to say, so she quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Ok?"

When the middle-aged Taoist saw the unconscious Bao Guixiang, he realized something was wrong.

The bewildered warlord commander whom he thought to be infatuated by ghosts, turned out to be a master of strangers who hides his secrets!

All of a sudden, the middle-aged Taoist priest's inner alarm bells rang out, and he felt extremely bad, and even felt a trembling feeling like his hairs were standing on end!

He clenched the whisk in his hand, put on a defensive posture, fixed his eyes on Dashuai Wang and asked, "Who the hell are you?"