The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

I saw that the door of the house was ajar, and there was a strange sound coming from inside.

Just when he was about to reach out and push the door open, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind: "Don't take another step forward."

He turned his head and saw two slender figures standing not far away.

He frowned in confusion, he didn't hear footsteps behind him just now.

At this moment, a pitch-black arm suddenly stretched out from the door and covered the mouth and nose of the neighbor man!

"Well……"

As soon as he groaned, he was dragged in violently.

Ye Hanzhou wanted to rush forward, but Mu Lian grabbed his sleeve.

"It's useless, it can't be saved."

At this moment, the neighbor man's wife and child also ran out. The child was only seven or eight years old. He was led by his mother and shouted: "Daddy! Daddy!"

Mu Lian nodded slightly to Ye Hanzhou, then turned and walked towards Xiao'er.

And Ye Hanzhou walked into the weird house.

"Mother, it's a fairy!" The child timidly pointed at Mu Lian, but his eyes revealed longing.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, nor a fairy, I'm a monk of the Wangchuan Sect." Mu Lian said softly.

The child's mother nodded quickly: "In our opinion, monks are immortals."

"Immortal, where is my father?" The child worried, this is what his mother wanted to ask.

Mu Lian looked startled, looked up at the room next door, and said, "Where it is, go home first, don't come out."

Seeing Mu Lian put away her smile, the child and mother seemed to sense something, and hurried back into the room.

On the other side, after Ye Hanzhou pushed open the door, he saw a strange scene.

There were severed limbs in the pool of blood, including those of adults and children, and the neighbor man who had just entered was standing in the corner.

He lowered his head, Ye Hanzhou couldn't see his face.

"Get out of that mortal body!" Ye Hanzhou snapped.

At this time, the man who had been motionless suddenly raised his head.

He grinned with a penetrating smile, exhaled a trace of black air, and rushed towards Ye Hanzhou.

Ye Hanzhou instinctively subdued him with one move, but he was not sure whether the man possessed by the ghost clan could be saved, so he dodged to the side first.

At this time, the sword spirit let out a muffled snort: "Don't do it yet?"

"Damn the ghosts, people are innocent."

"People can't be saved, if you don't do it again, the consequences will be serious!"

As soon as the sword spirit finished speaking, the front of the man's two arms turned into thick black fog.

Bursts of pungent stench came, making Ye Hanzhou a little upset.

He rushed forward with a stride, and the blade pierced through the man's shoulders in an instant.

At this moment, two drops of clear tears overflowed from the man's eyes!

"Save...save..." The man tried to ask for help, to let Ye Hanzhou understand that the part of him that is a mortal is still alive.

But after just two sounds, the black ghostly aura became more intense.

The dense black fog has completely surrounded Ye Hanzhou.

Ye Hanzhou closed his eyes, and it seemed that he could only inhale the ghost energy into his body first. When inhaling, he had to be careful not to inhale the man's yang energy by mistake.

Gradually, the black mist gathered into a wisp, slowly gathering towards Ye Hanzhou's palm.

The ghosts in the man's body regretted it a lot, but it was too late, and they could only watch helplessly as they were sucked into Ye Hanzhou's body.

The ghost qi was inseparable from the yang qi of ordinary people, and soon Ye Hanzhou felt a little tired.

At this moment, a man dressed in white suddenly broke in, and he protected the man's blood from being sucked away.

Although Ye Hanzhou didn't open his eyes, he clearly sensed the change, and he sucked out the ghost energy in an instant.

The man's ghostly aura dissipated and turned back to the original, and he fainted to death.

His life was saved, and both forearms were completely rotten, and Mu Lian was helpless.

He waved his hand lightly, and all the blood and minced meat in the room dissipated.

"Although this low-level ghost clan has a low level of ghost cultivation, they use all kinds of dirty tricks to bully the weak."

"If these other low-level ghosts do the same thing, how many innocent mortals will die."

At any rate, the middle and high-level ghost clans are looking for monks to attack, so as not to bully mortals who have no power to restrain chickens.

It's not like low-level ghosts who have low taste and like to play with scaring things.

In the vegetable field in the yard, there were three more unnamed wooden monuments.

After carefully bandaging the man's wound, Mu Lian called his wife and child over.

When they saw the man lost two forearms, a mother and son immediately hugged each other and cried.

Seeing Ye Hanzhou's cold face, not as gentle as Mu Lian's, the child immediately acquiesced that he was the murderer of his father, crying and shouting to pounce on him for revenge.

His mother held him tight and cried, "Wrong! Wrong!"

After finally waiting for the two to calm down, Mu Lian expressed his confusion to the woman: "How can you be sure that he is not the murderer?"

The woman hugged the child with red and swollen eyes and said: "Recently strange things have happened all the time. It is said that the nearby graves are haunted. The child's father has always said that he wants to move away."

Mu Lian frowned, no matter where the tomb is haunted by ghosts, it's obviously the ghost clan that is causing trouble wantonly.

"These are wound-healing elixirs that are taken internally, and this is an externally applied ointment. Although it cannot produce new arms, it can also quickly relieve pain and heal the wound."

Saying that Mu Lian put the medicine on the table, the woman nodded gratefully, tears flowed out again uncontrollably.

After leaving the house, Mu Lian and Ye Hanzhou went all the way to the grave near the town.

Although there are no supernatural things, tombs are indeed the favorite place for ghosts to stay in the human world.

There are few people in the dark, and the low-level ghosts don't like sunlight, so they are likely to gather there.

The tomb was not as big as imagined, and although it was dark, Mu Lian and Ye Hanzhou didn't feel the slightest bit of ghostly aura.

"Aren't they here?" Ye Hanzhou was confused.

Mu Lian shook her head and said, "Maybe we'll know after the sun goes down."

"Okay, I'm a bit busy traveling these days, let's go to Ye Lian Palace to rest." Ye Hanzhou suggested.

"Okay." Mu Lian nodded slightly, and handed Ye Hanzhou his hand.

In Ye Lian Palace, Mu Lian started a fire.

"Master, what are you doing lighting a fire?" Ye Hanzhou asked inexplicably.

Mu Lian sighed and said, "Salvage the souls of the dead nearby."

Ye Hanzhou said in a deep voice: "When I become the ghost king, all of this will never happen again."

"Also, I don't know how the suzerain and the others are doing now." Mu Lian expressed his worries.

Presumably he and Ye Hanzhou must have brought a lot of trouble to the sect.

Ye Hanzhou gently pulled Mu Lian into his arms, and wanted to comfort him, but his expression changed suddenly.

He subconsciously looked at Mu Lian, and found that the other party was also frowning.

Someone is approaching outside!

They immediately came out of Ye Lian Palace, it was dusk and the sun was about to set.

A faint black air suddenly filled the surroundings of the tomb, and the black air came from the ground instead of gathering from other places.

"It turned out that these ghosts were hiding underground during the day, because the breath was weak during the day, so we didn't feel it." Ye Hanzhou said.

Mu Lian tugged on Ye Hanzhou's sleeve, making a gesture of silence, Ye Hanzhou nodded, and the two of them found a place to hide together.