Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

The speed of Fu Jiayou was dizzying.

People who could see the ghost in the house captured the afterimage of Fu Mo'er being kicked away again and again.

"I am going to kill you!"

Fu Mo'er's screams were accompanied by sharp angry roars, and the elongated tone sounded very funny.

Fu Jiayou slowed down the speed of kicking the "ball" in this pleasant rhythm.

He had his hands in his pockets, his posture was casual, his long legs kicked out and back again, and he looked like he was enjoying himself.

Ueno Ishibashi watched his proud work being so ruined, and his face turned red with anger.

"Stop it!"

He released a black mist with a foul smell from his palm.

The stench was like rotting meat, coming straight to Fu Jiayou's face.

The little overlord who was considered a spoiled little bully in the underworld almost fainted from the stench and was sent straight back to the underworld, where he died again.

Fu Jiayou's stern facial features were slightly distorted, and he subconsciously struck back.

As a result of absorbing Qin Yisheng's rich yang energy, he recovered a lot of his divine power, and his whole body shone with golden light, which was extremely dazzling.

The golden light turned into wind blades, attacking the Ueno Stone Bridge on the opposite side at an unstoppable speed.

Fu Jiayou's long hair was lifted up by the wind that lingered around him, and the tips of his hair were floating in the air, and his gorgeous face was covered with frost.

He was furious and said in a deep voice: "Old beast, do you want to die?!"

Ueno Ishibashi felt the overwhelming pressure and danger, and his face instantly turned pale with fear.

When the first wind blade scratched his clothes and cut his skin, his short body ran back and forth in the living room to avoid the pursuit of the wind blade.

Unfortunately, Ueno Ishibashi's strength is limited.

Before he could escape a few steps, his body was penetrated by several wind blades, leaving several bloody holes.

Several Onmyoji who had been following Ueno Ishibashi took action almost at the same time.

They protected Ueno Ishibashi behind them and used the spiritual power released from their bodies to fight against the countless wind blades released by Fu Jiayu.

How can they resist the power of God?

Several Onmyoji didn't last a few seconds before their bodies were penetrated by golden wind blades.

Fu Jiayou didn't have a strong intention to kill them, so he didn't hurt any of them.

On the other hand, Ueno Ishibashi vomited blood, and the blood holes in his body were bleeding loudly. He was already dying.

One of the Onmyojis asked anxiously: "Ishibashi-kun, are you okay?"

Ueno Ishibashi was covered in blood, and his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes were staring at Fu Jiayu.

He raised his bloody hand, pointed at Fu Jiayou, and said word by word: "Kill him, kill him!"

Several onmyojis looked at Fu Jiayou, who had a rebellious face and an aura that made them fearful, and all of them were silent.

Their strength is not as good as the enemy, and if they are sent to them, they are looking for death.

Fu Jiayou smiled contemptuously and turned to look at Fu Mo'er, who was huddled in the corner and shivering with fear.

He walked forward with long straight legs, his face was gloomy, filled with strong murderous intent.

"Fu Mo'er, do you still remember what you said to my sister?"

Fu Jiayou witnessed with his own eyes how his sister was bullied by Fu Mo'er in the underworld.

She led people into the wedding room, looked at Fu Jiuqing with her nose in the air, and cursed him.

When he saw it, he wanted to tear out Fu Moer's mouth.

Now I finally have a chance.

Having seen Fu Jiayou's cruel methods, Fu Mo'er shook his head in horror, his soul shrank into a ball, and the ghost energy leaking out of his body could no longer be controlled and was running around.

She whispered: "No, don't kill, I didn't do anything."

Fu Mo'er, who is also a ghost, shows a miserable look that can arouse everyone's sympathy.

However, Fu Jiayou is not the kind of person who cherishes beauty and beauty.

He had been used to messing around since he was a child. He roughly picked up Mo'er's hair and lifted her into the void again.

Without saying anything, he slapped the other person directly.

"Snapped!"

Fu Jiayou said in a mocking tone: "You still have a lot of skills in pretending to be crazy and acting stupid. You don't pretend to be anything like it. You can't even pass the exam."

There are billions of ghosts in the underworld, and he has seen more evil ghosts in disguise than people.

You can tell at a glance whether the dead soul is truly afraid or just pretending.

Fu Mo'er's ability to disguise was obviously not good enough. A slap and a few sarcastic words forced her to reveal her true colors.

She raised her blood-red eyes and glared at Fu Jiayou: "Who are you?"

Fu Jiayou looked at her sideways and said sarcastically: "Is your brain not working well? I already said that I came to stand up for my sister. Think about who you have offended during this time?"

Seeing Fu Mo'er's blank expression, Fu Jiayou's eyes were evil and piercing her like a blade.

He reminded aloud: "Widow? Despicable dog? Doesn't this sound familiar to you?"

Fu Moer opened his eyes wide and blurted out.

"It's that bitch Fu Jiuqing!"

"Snapped!"

Fu Jiayou slapped her hard again and said angrily: "Keep your mouth clean for me! That's my sister!"

Fu Mo'er, who had been slapped, stretched out his blackened hand and scratched Fu Jiayou's face.

"what!!!"

Fu Mo'er broke out into a miserable wailing sound.

Fu Jiayou easily broke off the claws that wanted to hurt him, and stared at Fu Mo'er with a sullen look in his eyes.

"It seems like you don't want those dog paws anymore."

Then, he broke Fu Mo'er's other hand in the same way.

"what--!"

The screams sounded again.

Fu Jiayou found it too noisy and threw the person in his hand to the ground like trash.

Fu Mo'er slumped on the ground in a panic, glaring at Fu Jiayou with ghostly eyes.

“Where are you Fu Jiuqing’s younger brother?

Why didn't she know that the Fu family had such a crazy relative?

Fu Jiayou raised his proud chin and said to Yourong, "Of course he is a biological brother born from his parents."

Fu Mo'er said without thinking: "Impossible! Fu Jiuqing doesn't have a younger brother at all!"

Fu Jiuqing's mother was in frail health and only gave birth to one child. She died within a few years, so she had no son.

Fu Wenjun listened to Fu Jiayou's words, and his mind became active.

He looked at Fu Jiayou, who was somewhat similar to Fu Jiuqing, and a ray of light burst out in his eyes.

He walked forward quickly, with a hint of joy hidden in his cunning eyes, looking straight at the young man.

After looking at it for a long time, Fu Wenjun asked earnestly: "What's your name?"

Fu Jiayou met his strange eyes, feeling a little frightened for no reason, and frowned.

"Young master, I can change my name or my surname, but I won't change my surname. Help Jiayou!"

Fu Wenjun murmured to himself: "Were we born twins back then?"

Fu Jiuqing and Fu Jiayou look so much alike that they look like siblings.

Could it be that when I gave birth to a child, the hospital made a mistake and lost a child.

Fu Wenjun, who originally thought that he would have no descendants, couldn't suppress the excitement and joy in his heart when he thought of this possibility.

He suddenly hugged Fu Jiayou hard and cried with joy: "Son! You are my son!"

Fu Jiayu's expression became distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye as he was being hugged.

son?

Fu Jiayou's lips twitched, his face full of absurdity.

A miserable-looking man actually wanted to be his father?

Fu Jiayou was completely angry, shaking with anger, and used his supernatural power to push Fu Wenjun away, pointing at the opponent's nose and cursing angrily.

"Go and dream of your childhood! Just because you want to be my father? Where's the shame! I'm afraid you don't know how to write the word death!"

If his father in Fengdu City found out, he would have to peel off Fu Wenjun's skin and throw it into the frying pan of the Eighteen Hells Department.

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The Great Emperor of Fengdu, Son of Beiyin (biological father): I heard that someone is thinking about my youngest son, do you think I am just a decoration? !