The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lu Zhaoling kicked the female ghost directly into the ghost gate, and the female ghost was sucked into the ghost gate in an instant.

Lu Zhaoling didn't even look at it again. Instead, he turned around and stretched out both hands at the same time, grabbing the ghost's neck with one hand and grabbing the ghost's hair with the other.

At the same time, he pulled the two ghosts over.

She just glanced at each one.

"This ghost was trampled to death in the chaos during a fight between two groups of people, right? Tsk, you stepped on its head crookedly!"

"For mass incidents like that, the government has probably already dealt with them and reached a conclusion. Those who deserve compensation should pay, and those who deserve jail time should go to jail. Although the tragic deaths are indeed quite sympathetic, human affairs should be handled by human beings."

"You went to join the fight on your own. Who are you looking for trouble with after you die? Are you holding a grudge? If you have this grudge, what would you have done earlier?"

"And you, eh? You once took part in the imperial examination? You failed and hanged yourself?"

When she said this, the hanged man started crying.

"Someone gave money to the examiner, so he got a good number that day, and I was assigned a bad number. The bad smell made me perform poorly and I failed the exam!"

"Why? If I were assigned a good exam number, I would definitely do well and be on the list! Damn those people!"

The hanged ghost screamed loudly, and then burst into tears.

"Have you checked? Did someone use money to deliberately put you in a bad number? Is it not possible that you were assigned a bad number from the beginning? It depends on luck. There will always be people who are assigned to bad numbers."

"From your appearance, I can tell that you are a cowardly and weak person. Others who are assigned to the worst number will try to reduce the impact. Those with strong will and determination can at least perform stably. You were assigned to the worst number, and your mentality was already broken before the exam. That was the key to your poor performance."

Lu Zhaoling added, "Even if you fail this time, you can take it again next year. If it really doesn't work out, you can change your career and do something else, and you can still make a living. Your family spent a lot of money to support you to study and take the imperial examinations, and you hanged yourself because of a failure. You are so disloyal and unfilial. Who can you be worthy of?"

"You are a hanged ghost like yourself, and you still have the nerve to complain? Go away!"

As soon as Lu Zhaoling finished speaking, he swung the hanged ghost without any hesitation and threw it directly into the ghost gate.

In addition, the fighting ghost was thrown in by her.

"You should leave too!"

She turned her head and met the eyes of two or three other ghosts who were listening there and seemed a little dizzy.

When they met her eyes, the three ghosts shuddered.

They had just seen how ferocious Lu Zhaoling was, so they didn't dare to escape at all.

Not at all.

"Master, we dance by ourselves."

"Yes, yes, we'll do it ourselves."

Don't kick him or swing him.

The three ghosts lined up and walked into the ghost gate with a fearless attitude.

“Aa ...

Their voices were heard from inside.

The echo lingers.

Lu Zhaoling clapped his hands and glanced at the remaining ghosts.

"You, one by one, take the initiative."

"If you want to escape, it depends on whether you can escape or not."

She stood at the ghost gate, her skirt fluttering, her black hair like clouds, her face pale and her lips red, her eyes dark and bright, looking like a goddess.

But the action is not so holy.

She stretched out her hand and hooked her index finger.

"Come here obediently, so I don't have to pull your hair out."

hiss......

Now, the resentment of those resentful ghosts has dissipated a lot.

No way, after hearing what she said, many of their grievances were unnecessary?

Song Zhi slammed the fan in his hand towards Madam Sheng San's head.

He took advantage of the moment when Madam Sheng San couldn't help but look at Lu Zhaoling and launched a sneak attack.

But Madam Sheng San is no longer the same Madam Sheng San as before. After all, she had fought against those ten ghost soldiers.

Those ten ghost soldiers are quite insidious.

When the folding fan was about to hit her head, she suddenly held her head with both hands, took it off and raised it to the other side.

The head held in the hand had a smug smile on its face.

"Can't hit!"

Slightly!

Song Zhi: “…”

Zhou Yi: “!!!”

Blue-clad guard: No, Madam San, why did you take off your head?

In the past, they had often heard the prince threaten others by saying he would twist their heads off, but after hearing so much, they had never seen the prince actually twist anyone's head off.

But now, they really saw such a thing as twisting heads!

I saw it with my own eyes!

It’s better to screw it yourself!

Lu Zhaoling took a look and said with disdain, "Who taught you this? It's so ugly, take it back now."

"Ugly?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Sheng San quickly lowered her head and turned it left and right.

Click, click.

"Okay, I got it back."

She reached out and touched her neck, then suddenly reached out to Song Zhimeng.

"This fan is so useful?!"

"Bring it to you!"

"Grandma, don't..." Before Lu Zhaoling could finish her sentence, Madam Sheng San had already snatched the folding fan.

But as soon as she got the fan, she hissed and threw the fan towards Lu Zhaoling.

"Ah, hot, hot, hot! Master, go on!"

How can it be so hot!

Madam Sheng San looked at her hands, which were already charred and smoking.

This is the same as roasted ghost claws!

Song Zhi's face changed, and he rushed towards the direction where the fan was thrown as fast as a stream of smoke.

Damn it, he actually dared to steal his magic weapon!

Lu Zhaoling did not expect that Madam Sheng San's hand was so quick. She was about to take it quickly, but unexpectedly, the Ghost Gate suddenly opened wide, and the dark vortex as deep as ink and bottomless moved forward.

Lu Zhaoling just watched helplessly as the folding fan was swallowed up by the ghost gate.

Not a sound was made.

Lu Zhaoling: “…”

Emperor Taishang, it's not that I haven't thought of a way. Your magic weapon is gone.

Fortunately, she couldn't catch it and Song Zhi couldn't take it back.

Song Zhi almost chased after the folding fan and had already rushed to the gate of hell, but Lu Zhaoling slapped him hard, hitting his shoulder with one hand and pushing him away.

"No, you want to die because you can't win?"

"Instead of seeking death, you should follow me."

Song Zhi gritted his teeth.

He looked at Madam Sheng San angrily.

Madam Sheng San ignored him and continued crying with her hands raised.

"Master, my hand hurts."

Lu Zhaoling was speechless. "I'll teach you a lesson. You can't just rob the magic weapons of the Xuanmen people. If you really want to rob them, you should find a way and don't touch them with your hands. If it doesn't work, you can practice more. You can rob ordinary magic weapons, but Song Zhi's fan is obviously not an ordinary thing. Didn't you notice that I didn't touch it?"

Being a ghost, you have to be smart.

Song Zhi: “…”

No, you are discussing my magic weapon like this in front of me. Is that really polite?

Although Lu Zhaoling was talking, he did not stop pushing all the resentful ghosts into the ghost gate.