I Am In Charge of Myriad Realms Bank

Wen family.

Ye Zixin caught Wen Zi'an.

"Boom!"

After learning from Wen Zi'an about the medication in the past, she kicked his knee directly, and Wen Zi'an suddenly knelt on the ground.

"puff!"

Even so, Ye Zixin didn't let his anger go, and cut off one of Wen Zi'an's arms directly.

"what!"

Wen Zian, who was already injured, almost fainted on the spot!

Screaming constantly, but dare not move!

Because he knows Ye Zixin's temper very well, once he moves, he might die miserably!

"Say!"

"How did Brother Mu and Wen Ziliang die?"

Ye Zixin then asked, her pretty face full of anger.

Wen Zi'an, with his back to Ye Zixin, couldn't see Ye Zixin's expression. At this time, he could only tell the truth: "In order to sow discord, I told Wen Mu about Wen Ziliang's breaking up of you."

"Then, after escaping from the thousand-year-old tomb, Wen Mu suddenly shot and killed Wen Ziliang!"

"after that……"

"After that, I think the opportunity will come, it is to trigger the poison that was buried in Wen Mu's body in advance, and then..."

"puff!"

At the next moment, Ye Zixin slashed out.

Wen Zian's head flew up, blood gushing out, jumping high!

...

Underworld.

There is no sunshine here all year round!

Darkness is all the tones here!

Soul power is flooding the underworld!

Extremely rich and majestic!

Here, various souls can survive easily, and the speed of soul cultivation will be greatly increased.

of course……

Here, the risk factor is extremely high!

Lonely ghosts can be seen everywhere, and danger will appear anytime and anywhere!

Death is an extraordinary thing!

"Whoo!"

"Whoo!"

"Whoo!"

An Zhongguo's family of three returned to the underworld again.

This time, An Zhongguo wants to return his wife's hand, he intends to call upon his soul!

"Spiritualism!"

They are not familiar with the underworld, they don't know where to call souls are safer, and where to call souls are more effective, so they can only find a place at will.

"Wushuang, you come to protect the law!"

"Protect your mother!"

An Zhongguo placed the Dragon Slaying Knife on his legs.

Dragon Slaying Knife has a certain deterrent effect on ghosts!

At the critical moment, he can still protect his safety!

but……

In the underworld, you still need to rely on An Wushuang!

"it is good!"

An Wushuang's small face tightened, grabbing his mother seriously, and looking around.

"Om!"

Immediately, An Zhongguo didn't talk nonsense, sat cross-legged, and began to perform the improved version of spiritualism!

A wave of miraculous fluctuations came out!

"Roar!"

"what!"

...

Soon, under the urging of spiritism, other spirits began to float.

There are more and more ghosts crying and howling around!

Extremely crippled!

The wind gusts make people hairy!

but……

"Buzz!"

The dragon-slaying knife on An Zhongguo's knees was constantly buzzing at this time, emitting a faint dragon's might, upright and vigorous!

And An Zhongguo himself is a first-class spiritual superior realm powerhouse, with plenty of masculinity!

Some weaker souls, once they get close, they will disperse!

Not to mention launching an offense!

"tread!"

Soon, a figure slowly drifted over.

This is a woman with disheveled hair. She is the only soul who dared to approach everyone. At this time, her hair was black as a waterfall, covering her face and hanging down at her waist.

Hanging hands on both sides of the body, swaying casually!

He whispered: "Where is my face?"

"Are you a shameless woman?"

An Wushuang stared at the woman vigilantly, but, innocent, he couldn't help but ask a question after hearing what the woman said.

"..."

The woman was visibly stagnated.

Chen Fan couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

This female soul is absolutely irritated!

"Where is my face?"

Immediately, the woman with disheveled hair continued to approach, while continuing to murmur.

"You shameless woman, talk to talk, don't lean over!"

An Wushuang reminded immediately.

Chen Fan: "..."

No matter how you hear this sentence, I feel a little awkward.

"call!"

At this moment, a cloudy wind blew.

Suddenly, the woman's hair was flying in the wind, and layer after layer was blown up!

Layer after layer!

however……

Where's the face?

Because the woman's hair was too long, An Wushuang's attention was all on the woman's hair, and then he found that the female soul in front of him did not seem to have a...face?

"Whoo!"

At this moment, this woman with disheveled hair suddenly rushed towards An Wushuang!

"Bad aunt!"

"do not come!"

"Whoo!"

An Wushuang clenched his small fist and smashed it at the woman's head.

Just smash it through!

then……

"Ok?"

His fists and arms penetrated the woman's head...no! It should be said that it is hair!

just……

"No head?"

"Bad aunty, where's your head?"

An Wushuang asked.

"what!"

"dead!"

"Go to hell!"

"You are the aunt!"

"Your whole family are all aunts!"

In the next instant, the woman became furious, and a sharp voice sounded, her whole body turned into a yin air, covering An Wushuang!

However, the next moment, she thought it would be easy to deal with a little boy, but as a result...

"what!"

A screaming scream sounded.

She was completely gone, but An Wushuang was safe and sound. At the same time, she murmured: "Bad auntie!"

"Where's your face?"

"very strange."

At the next moment, Chen Fan seemed to see the woman who was already out of soul, and with the last bit of strength, he pounced on An Wushuang again!

unfortunately……

An Wushuang's powerful ghost cultivation base, even if he doesn't take the initiative to attack, the soul of this woman will be scattered just by approaching!

"tread!"

"tread!"

...

Soon, the wind blew up.

A red sedan chair slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone, and then...

"what!"

"Uh!"

...

Countless lone souls and wild ghosts are retreating and making fearful sounds.

Look closely.

Four figures with their heads hanging down and wearing grey long clothes are carrying the sedan chair. Before and after the sedan chair, there are four figures with their heads hanging down and wearing grey long clothes constantly waving red paper money.

Large swaths of red paper money are flying in the gloomy wind.

It seems that some son is getting a wife!

just……

Marry a wife!

It could be vaguely seen that in the sedan chair was a girl of good figure and excellent temperament.

The girl wears a red hijab!

"This should be a beautiful woman."

Chen Fan said lightly.

Soon, the sedan chair stopped in front of An Wu Duan.

"My son, the lady is here!"

"You need to hug her down!"

The leading figure, taking a step forward, still hangs his head, his voice is cold and hoarse, which makes people very uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?"

An Wushuang was taken aback.

He subconsciously looked at his father and mother beside him, he didn't seem to be married, right?

"You found the wrong man."

An Wushuang said, "I'm still a child, how can I marry a wife?"