Lord, I am such a good person.

"Cut~"

Rolling his eyes at the latter, he raised his hand in relief and pointed at Hou Qidao, who was fighting the demon body physically.

"It makes sense for the monkey to be the leader. After all, in the marketplace, you can use this gimmick to attract more viewers.

But after becoming the class leader, he is still chained, which makes no sense. Is it possible that Hou Qi is addicted to abuse? "

Spreading his hands, he looked at the eight-armed man with relief and said angrily,

"By the way, you should be called Hou Qi, right?"

"Hahaha, I haven't stood on the front desk for a long time. I have forgotten this. Sure enough, I am still old."

The voice suddenly became old, and then he stood up with a stoop,

"The old Hou Qi was once an inconspicuous monkey performer in the class. After his master went astray during a certain practice, he took his fellow juniors and juniors to earn a living in the world.

But except for me, the qualifications of the other junior brothers and sisters are too poor, and slowly, each one of them has gone astray in their cultivation, alas~"

As if recalling the past, the eyes of the eight-armed man named Hou Qi became cloudy.

"In the end, only this little monkey I picked up on the road stayed with me."

At this moment, hearing the real Hou Qi's words, She Ran suddenly pointed to the arm on the back curiously,

"So these arms belong to your junior brothers and sisters?"

"Yes, after all, I am a nostalgic person. Since my junior brothers and sisters have been alienated or fallen into evil ways, I naturally want to keep them by my side."

As he spoke, he saw the six arms on his back suddenly slowly descending, gently holding Lao Hou Qi in his arms like a hug.

As for the latter, he looked at the six arms with a nostalgic look on his face.

"Eh~"

Seeing this scene, Ran Ran suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

Without him,

The guy in my sight right now is just a piece of deformed flesh and blood, with weird faces interspersed among the deformed flesh and blood of various colors.

Although these faces barely have humanoid shapes, their faces are extremely distorted, and the six arms have already turned into long, bloated beards full of tumors.

"So that I can let you know that in terms of strength, Lao Chan is actually not as good as those Sanqi Taoists."

"Oh? Since you know this, why do you still dare to come?"

Hearing this, he looked up with relief and curiosity at the eight-armed man wrapped in black cloth.

"But if you are willing to give Lao Chan time, then Lao Chan has his own magical power that can barely catch his eyes. I think he will not disappoint you."

Without waiting for relief to speak,

I saw the faces under the skin suddenly opened their eyes and roared,

"The show has begun, the show has begun!"

"Wow~"

The next moment I saw a big curtain falling out of thin air, and then it was as if the world had suddenly changed.

He looked down in relief,

I saw that I was currently in a desolate pear orchard, and the rest of Chu Wei and others had disappeared.

On the shabby stage ahead,

At this moment, several actors in gorgeous costumes and pale faces were singing songs with stiff movements.

"Er, babble~"

When I first heard it, it was low and melodious, like fairy music in my ears.

Listening to it again makes people shudder and feel horrified.

Then turned around,

She was relieved to find that many figures with unclear faces suddenly appeared beside the rotten tables around her.

At this moment, these figures were either shaking their heads or stroking their hands and laughing along with the little music on the stage. They seemed to be very happy.

"Is this a ghost show?"

Just when Sheng Ran was confused, a person who was performing on the stage suddenly turned around and looked at Sheng Ran with his pupilless eyes.

"One is a human being, and the seven directions are ghosts and gods. Since it is performed for adults, it is natural to sing to the ghosts and gods. However, this ghost play also has many taboos, and one of the taboos is,

[No living person should listen to ghost plays, for those who listen will suffer disaster]"

The last sentence is like a ghost crying,

The next moment,

The singing and opera on the stage suddenly stopped,

The surrounding air suddenly became solid,

"Shua~"

The crowd of people listening to the show suddenly turned their heads.

Suddenly,

Countless pairs of pale eyes stared at Shen Ran,

“No living man shall listen, for whoever listens shall suffer disaster!”

The sound was like a mosquito, but it gave Shi Ran a sudden bad feeling in his heart. He clasped his hands together, and the magic power in his body boiled instantly.

"Namo Amitabha~"

Suddenly, a Buddha's chant sounded, and the golden light behind Shi Ran rose sharply, and then spread towards the surroundings.

But this [Life-Calling Sanskrit Sound] seemed to have lost its magic for the first time. The figures staring at him wherever the golden light passed not only did not react, but instead made increasingly shrill sounds from their mouths,

The sound got louder and louder, and in the end it seemed like thousands of ghosts were roaring at the same time.

"No living person can listen, for whoever listens will suffer disaster! No living person can listen, and whoever listens will suffer disaster! The living person..."

In an instant, the entire opera garden turned into a hell of ghosts and ghosts. Countless ferocious faces scrambled out of it, and then stretched out pairs of pale and terrifying hands to grab Sheran.

"Err~"

Watching the countless ghostly figures listening to the play slowly drown in relief, the ghost show that stopped on the stage was performed again,

The tone is light and the movements are light.

………

"Huh? You want to move? Okay, then you can do it."

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, a golden light shot up to the sky from the place where the ghosts were submerged, and then an impatient golden needle appeared out of thin air, and then began to shuttle back and forth in this dense tide of ghosts, so happy.

Soon, an open space appeared in the dense tide of ghosts.

Shi Ran sat on the ground leisurely, waving his fingers in front of him, threading the needle, looking like he was embroidering.

"Bang bang bang~"

The golden needle left the same trace as Shi Ran's fingers, and ghosts kept exploding wherever it passed, and the traces left in the air slowly turned into a blooming golden lotus.

"I was originally worried about how to quickly restore the golden needle, but I didn't expect that someone would give me a pillow just when I was sleepy.

The golden needle has a trace of special power after swallowing the [Hungry Ghost Pearl], and now the ghosts in the sky can just replenish the extremely yin power in it."

With a bright smile on his face, he couldn't help but speed up his hands.

The next moment,

the golden needle split into two, two into three...

Instantly, a golden hurricane swallowed up the ghosts in the sky.

"By the way, the so-called "disaster" that the listener will suffer will not refer to this, right? If so, it seems a bit disappointing."

Shi Ran touched his chin and looked at the golden storm that kept swallowing ghosts.

………

"How dare you break the rules? How dare you violate the taboo? You deserve to die!"

A sharp and piercing voice suddenly resounded through the sky,

and the few people dancing on the stage suddenly froze, and then opened their mouths and roared in unison.

"Huh? Look at what you said, aren't rules meant to be broken?"

Looking up, he smiled broadly at the incredulous faces.