He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 171 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 4)

"Then let's not cut it, let's just perform a ritual to help the dead pass on."

As Wen Yun spoke, he took out a talisman to immobilize the little male ghost, but those two words seemed to touch his sore spot.

"No, no, no... don't perform the ritual for the deceased..."

The little male ghost kept muttering, and blood suddenly spurted from his pupils. Two eyeballs, as big as holes, burst out, and blood splattered all over the ground.

He couldn't stop screaming; the screams were short and intense, and the thick, dark resentment surrounding his head was starting to turn red.

"Oh no, he's become a vengeful ghost."

Wen Yun gripped her sword tightly and took a few steps back. "Ha, this is what you call no threat?"

The little male ghost gradually went berserk, and gusts of yin wind blew up, causing Wen Yun to sway left and right. Just as she was thinking of helping Wen Yan, she found that not even a single hair of hers was affected.

Wen Yun: ? ? ?

So he was the only one who was blown to the point of near death?

No matter what, let’s fight!

Wen Yun gritted his teeth, raised two fingers and traced them on the peach wood sword. The sharp blade flashed with golden light after being stained with blood.

He gritted his teeth and fought for his life—

boom!

What fell down?

The wall! The entire wall collapsed!

Wen Yun rolled aside, but oh no, Wen Yan was still over there.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Forget it, let's kill the demons first.

He turned around to subdue the ghost, but there was no ghost on the other side, only a lump of flesh emitting a strange, gurgling laugh.

He approached, picked up the peach wood sword, and examined it. It was just a lump of ordinary, disgusting rotting flesh; there was no trace of the little male ghost.

Wen Yun then realized she had been tricked.

He was so angry that his eyes rolled back, and he was exhaling more air than he was inhaling.

He suppressed his anger at being mocked and thought he should first check on how the weakling sister was doing.

Turning around, I found the weakling sister standing unharmed to the side.

The corners of the clothes are slightly dirty.

He was covered in dust and dirt, looking like a scavenger...

The air was slightly stagnant.

Wen Yun silently wiped the dust off her face and walked straight ahead, unable to look directly at the weakling sister any longer.

Gan.

Wen Yan noticed that Wen Yun seemed to be carrying a heavy load, her back was bent over.

Jiang Yu moved next to Wen Yan and floated over: "Your brother is gone."

"I know."

"Should we follow?"

Wen Yan: "Let's go with it."

So the human and the ghost quietly followed behind Wen Yun, watching him question the meaning of life.

After leaving the abandoned building, a dozen or so people were standing in the front yard.

They wore uniform orange-yellow Taoist robes.

Wen Xianzheng, the head of the Wen family, took the first step forward and asked the disheveled Wen Yun anxiously, "How is it?"

Wen Yun was so embarrassed that her voice was barely audible: "They ran away."

"What the heck?"

Wen Xianzheng was incredulous, his voice rising eight degrees.

What do you mean, "ran away"?!

They were all sitting there waiting for a rabbit to run into their trap, and you're telling them the rabbit got away?!

Wen Yun was so ashamed that she dared not raise her head, standing there like a wooden stake.

Wen Yan, who was following behind, calmly took out the leftover bread and continued to eat it.

It has a rather relaxed feel to it, as if it's none of my business.

Wen Xianzheng got angry as soon as he saw her: "Look at you, all you do is eat, you don't even think of ways to improve your strength. If it weren't for Wen Yun saving you, you would be dead."

He didn't even ask what happened, but assumed from the start that Wen Yun had saved Wen Yan.

But he was wrong.

Wen Yan politely retorted, "He didn't save me. He's in dire straits himself, how could he have time to save me?"

"You, you, you still have the nerve to talk back?"

"Ask your good son yourself."

Wen Xianzheng gave Wen Yun a push, "Speak!"

Wen Yun touched her nose: "I didn't save her. She relied on herself the whole time."

clap clap.

Wen Xianzheng's face was swollen from being hit.

He glared at Wen Yun, then at Wen Yan, and finally snorted, "You won't be so lucky next time."

"And you, get in here and form the formation!"

Wen Xianzheng's main strategy is to embarrass himself by making fun of others to divert attention.

Wen Yun lowered her head and went to find a place to stand.

Wen Yan thought that there was nothing else for her to do, yawned, and tugged at the floating Jiang Yu, preparing to go back.

They were stopped after taking only a few steps.

"Wait a minute, we're catching ghosts and you don't even want to help?"

Wen Xianzheng was very displeased.

"Just a heads up, I only summon ghosts." Wen Yan glanced at him sideways: "How many ghosts do you want to play with?"

"Don't leave." Wen Xianzheng took a deep breath: "Catch the last ghost of the day before you leave."

He was standing in the front row; this ghost was the main attraction today.