It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"You really don't know how to be gentle with women, how boring!" Song Tang scolded, pulling Beixing out of the crowd and pushing her next to Lou Shao.

Beixing finally escaped from the encirclement, and his pale face gradually regained color.

Seeing Song Tang and a group of beautiful girls walking away from them, they felt worried and scared.

"Let's all wait here for her to come back." Lou Shao said as he sat down cross-legged with the peach wood sword on his knees, his eyes fixed on Song Tang in the distance.

"Old rules!" Beixing and the others looked at each other, then formed a circle and sat back to back.

Seeing this, several cameramen looked embarrassed. Finally, at Beixing's suggestion, the other photographers sat in the middle, and they gathered around the outside tacitly. He took off the sachet from his waist and placed it in front of him with a serious face.

After seeing this, Ou Qi and the others finally understood the purpose of the sachet. It must be a life-saving item that Song Tang gave to them in private.

She was jealous and envious for a moment, but didn't dare to show it too obviously, so she tried to join in.

"We have three rules. No matter what happens, you must obey orders and never act on your own." After Beixing finished speaking, countless pairs of eyes were staring at the two of them.

Dou Zirui agreed first. Ou Qi's expression froze for a moment, but he agreed while suppressing the humiliation.

Only then did someone make way for the two to enter the inner circle.

Lou Shao, who was watching the action silently from the side, was full of admiration. Could this be the legendary victory without fighting?

I was also extremely curious about what kind of talismans were in the sachets of several people, and what kind of formation this circle was that I had never seen before?

And Song Tang, who created the "strange" talismans and formations, was now holding a beautiful girl in his arms.

"Tell me who the ghost master is, and I will take you away from the ghost den." Song Tang put his arms around the young man's slender waist and whispered in his ear.

The privacy of customers is taken very seriously here. The distance between each sofa is far enough and the sofa backrest is high enough. Each sofa is semicircular, so even if you stand up, you can only vaguely see the top of other guests' heads, and you can't hear what they are saying.

When they arrived here, Song Tang showed great interest in the boy, and the other boys and girls left obediently.

The boy has a fair complexion and looks particularly weak. This weakness would be transformed into pity in the eyes of ordinary people, but here it might have the opposite effect.

When Song Tang approached, the boy visibly shrank back, accidentally revealing the whip marks on his arm.

He quickly blocked the whip marks and glanced at Song Tang quickly.

Noticing that Song Tang's eyes were focused on the whip marks, the young man bit his lip slightly and said in a clear voice, "I know what you are doing here! You are not the first, and you will not be the last. Run away if you have the chance."

Song Tang smiled confidently: "I must be the last one! As long as you tell me who the ghost master is, I can prove it to you right away."

"Really?" The boy leaned on Song Tang's shoulder shyly.

The young man was silent for a long time. His pair of black and white eyes pretended to look at a corner of the stage casually. "Did you see the young man in white playing the piano? He is the Lord of the Ghost Den."

"wait for me."

Gently pushing the boy away, Song Tang supported the stage with one hand and jumped up easily.

Approaching the boy who was playing the piano, Song Tang politely asked, "Excuse me, are you the ghost master? I'm here to send you to hell. Is it convenient for you now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome face of the young man in white instantly turned into a ball of flesh that was burned beyond recognition.

The facial features were all burnt and deformed, and the only thing that could be identified was a bloody mouth. The other party's mouth suddenly opened at an angle that ordinary people could not do, so big that it seemed that it could swallow someone's whole head!

Song Tang unceremoniously stuffed the table leg he had picked up into it, and this action seemed to anger it.

It roared towards the sky, the sound was long, sharp and loud.

The roar stopped, and the originally luxurious banquet hall instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Everything that could burn was ablaze around. The gracefully dancing girls and the wealthy men who were enjoying themselves were all running desperately in the flames.

But it was obvious that their speed was no match for the speed of the fire, and they were soon surrounded by the flames, turning into firemen, twisting and wriggling in the flames, screaming in pain.

If you look closely, you will find that these people are squirming and moving towards Song Tang who is ignoring everything on the stage.

The first to attack were the girls and musicians on the stage. They all turned into charred corpses and crawled rapidly on the ground in various strange ways.

They surrounded Song Tang, and the circle became smaller and smaller. Suddenly, they jumped up from the spot and rushed towards Song Tang with overwhelming force.

Song Tang tore off the Mountain God Seal from the backpack. The Mountain God Seal gradually grew larger in her hand until it was almost as tall as her.

He raised the Mountain God Seal with one hand and threw it into the air. The Mountain God Seal immediately turned into a spinning top and spun rapidly around Song Tang. Soon, all the evil spirits that rushed over were hit by the Mountain God Seal and then turned into a cloud of flying ash.

At the same time, several celebrities who were sitting together were also attacked.

Lou Shao was well prepared, and wielded a peach wood sword with great force. At first, no ghost dared to approach, but soon the ordinary ghosts retreated, and a group of evil ghosts came forward.

The attack power of evil ghosts is several times that of ordinary ghosts. Lou Shao had to start using talismans, and he threw out a large number of talismans as if they were free.

If other people from the Xuanmen saw this kind of nouveau riche attitude, they would probably be so jealous that they would open a vinegar factory on the spot.

Relying on a bold attack of spells, Lou Shao barely managed to save himself.

As he fought, he slowly approached the people who had formed a circle. I hope this strange formation is effective!

The Beixing people who had experienced this once before, although they looked terrified, they managed to stay calm and didn't move. On the contrary, the others were restless and looked like they were ready to run away at any time.

"If you want to die, just run out and try!" Beixing roared and grabbed Ouqi who had already taken a leg out.

When he was about to escape, Beixing pulled him back. Ou Qi was scared and angry, and the little ghost on his head subconsciously attacked Beixing.

Bei Xing had no idea about this, she patted her coat pockets, and immediately three red paper figures with round heads and round brains crawled out of them. They jumped out of the pockets swiftly and grew to half a person's height in the wind.

Different from the paper figures from the previous night, they all had a yellow amulet on them, and if you looked closely, they seemed to be glowing faintly. Because of this halo, the surrounding fire could not hurt them at all!

One of the paper figures with charred hands and feet jumped out and chopped at Ou Qi's head with the two-meter-long sword in his hand.

Beixing was startled and quickly pulled Ouqi again, and the machete just grazed his scalp. Fortunately, he was not injured!

Beixing had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ou Qi spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

It's a scam! It's definitely a scam! Beixing suddenly let go of Ouqi's hand.

With the addition of the three paper figures, Lou Shao's pressure was greatly reduced. In the later stage, he even started to study the brave paper figures while fighting.

Is this the legendary throwing beans to make soldiers? No, it's paper cutting to make soldiers!

I wonder if this trick can be passed on to others? If he betrays Maoshan Sect now and joins Song Tang, how many chances does he have to survive under his grandfather?

"Remember, these are all illusions! Ghosts are fake, fire is fake! As long as you have firm beliefs, everything will be fine." Beixing's voice, as firm as when he joined the party, interrupted Lou Shao's wild thoughts.

He looked at the white flames that were obviously different from the yellow ordinary fire and was a little speechless for a moment. Should he tell them whether these fires were real fires or more powerful will-o'-the-wisp fires?