"Is there... there a ghost?" Yuan Ziyi was a girl after all. She was so scared that she was nowhere to be shy and held Hu Fei's arm tightly.

Hu Fei held the single sword tightly, protected Yuan Ziyi, and asked with courage: "Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost?"

The ghost ignored him and floated straight to Feng Tiannan and his son. Hu Fei tried to slash it out with a knife, and the blade actually passed through the ghost, as if nothing had been slashed!

The ghost had swept away again, bowed slightly to Hu Fei, and continued to say in the southern dialect: "Zhong A Si... Thank you for the young hero... the great kindness... repay you in the next life..."

Hu Fei was shocked and suspicious: "Zhong Asi, are you Zhong Asi, right?"

But the ghost had disappeared with the night wind.

Hu Fei quickly lit the fire note and reignited the extinguished firewood. Then he saw Feng Tiannan and his son lying on the ground. Their chests were concave and their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they were already exhausted!

Hu Fei stepped forward to see the injuries of the two people, and was shocked when he saw them.

What a terrible soft palm force, which actually shattered the internal organs of Feng Tiannan and his son. He really couldn't imagine that anyone in the world could have such terrible skills!

He couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Is it really Zhong A Si's wronged soul who came to seek his life?"

Yuan Ziyi exclaimed "ah" and then sat down dejectedly, muttering to Feng Tiannan and his son with tears in his face: "Dad, brother..."
Chapter completed!