Wang Dong walked out of the back door of the main hall, turned into the corridor behind, and walked towards other courtyards. Mu Jianping followed closely behind him.

Since she learned that this was a "haunted house", the girl has been in a state of scaring herself. A little bit of movement can make her look like a frightened bird.

She lowered her head, her eyes didn't dare to look at other dark places, and only recognized Wang Dong's steps.

Wang Dong suddenly stopped and turned around.

Mu Jianping accidentally ran into his arms, yelled softly, and quickly got out of it.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "If you are afraid of the darkness, why not wait in the hall?"

"I'm not afraid!" Mu Jianping said with his small chest thrust, as if he was arrogant, but he thought to himself: Isn't it even more scary to stay alone in the empty hall?

At this moment, the sound of a woman crying faintly came from the dark night, intermittently, and sad and sad!

"Female, female ghost?" Mu Jianping's delicate body trembled, his face turned pale suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, his body trembled, and tears in his eyes: "I, I, I, I am not afraid..."

"Just not be afraid."

Wang Dong nodded, then turned around, his clothes sank. He saw Mu Jianping pulling his back with a small hand, lowering his head, and half of his body was shrouded behind him.

Wang Dong laughed silently and continued to walk forward. The sound of crying was sometimes left and right, floating around, seemingly far away, and sometimes seemingly close to him.

Mu Jianping was so scared that he dared not open his eyes. His feet became weak, and his weight was almost entirely resting on Wang Dong.

"Give me your hand!"

He held Mu Jianping's little hand into his palm and led her into the back.

A huge mourning hall appeared in front of me, with white gauze floating on the hall, and the spirit seats were placed in rows. The cold wind rushed into the mourning hall, causing the veil to flutter.

At the same time, the woman outside the hall cried loudly, and a shadow of white gauze flew lightly outside the hall, just like a female ghost in white in the novel book.

Mu Jianping was suddenly frightened. If Wang Dong hadn't held her hand, he would have fainted immediately.

Wang Dong's eyes fell on the rows of spiritual positions, and the word "Zhuang's family" jumped into his eyes.

Sure enough, Wang Dong nodded slightly. This is where the widow of the banker who was killed due to the Ming Dynasty case.

Dada dada dada dada dada...

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and the quietness in the dark night was broken. Only a sound was heard surprised and said: "Hey, it's not closed?! There are still lights in the hall!"

Then the voice rose and said loudly: "Hey! Are you here? Let's go here to shelter from the rain!"

This journey is naturally the Shenlong Sect and his group. As early as when they were shouting, a group of people had already entered the yard on their own.

Although he is a stranger, if there are many people, he can always dispel a lot of fear. Mu Jianping was about to respond, but opened his mouth but did not make any sound.

Wang Dong pulled him over, invisible in the darkness, and said in her ear: "Don't make a sound!"

After a moment, Mu Jiansheng and others came to the courtyard and searched the entire courtyard. They did not see the shadows of Wang Dong and Mu Jianping, but saw the full spiritual position. They were both worried and cautious.

The two sides were staying in the hall. The tall and thin old man in the Shenlong Sect turned his eyes, as if he had become interested in Mu Jiansheng and his group, so he began to test it with words.

Mu Jiansheng originally suspected that the other party was Wu Sangui's man. Although he was worried about Mu Jianping, he could only cheer up and test each other at this moment.

Suddenly, another sad cry sounded in the rainy night.

"Ghost cry!"

Both sides in the hall changed slightly.

"Do you want to see what the female ghost looks like?" Wang Dong whispered in Mu Jianping's ear.

The latter shook his head in a hurry.

Wang Dong said: "If this ghost is pretended by a human, are you still afraid?"

Mu Jianping was stunned and hesitated and said, "Fake it?" If it was a fake ghost, but he was so scared, it would be really hateful!

"Do you want to scare her?" Wang Dong encouraged.

Mu Jianping was quite moved, but hesitated on his face: "Is it really fake?"

Wang Dong laughed, pressed her shoulder, and Mu Jianping felt that all the weight disappeared, and his whole body turned into a flying catkin, flying lightly.

In the blink of an eye, several ups and downs had already fallen and floated onto a roof. Mu Jianping looked at him and saw a few "female ghosts" in white swaying around, occasionally crying.

Mu Jianping bulged his cheeks, clenched his fists, and secretly hated him: "Damn it!"

Wang Dong whispered a few words in his ear, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a prank smile on her face.

...

A pretty girl wearing snow-white clothes and fair skin flies into the garden. This girl is about the same age as Mu Jianping, and is only fourteen or fifteen years old. She has a bun on her head and looks like a maid!

She kept her voice down and cried as if she was like a slightest. Suddenly her shoulder sank and she was patted.

The girl in white was shocked, and her body slid, stretched out seven or eight meters away. She turned her head and looked back, but it was empty, and at the same time her shoulder was patted again.

The girl in white turned around and saw a woman with her hair disheveled and her tongue stuck out, grabbing her with both hands.

"ah!"

The girl in white exclaimed, her beauty was lost, and she was so scared that she staggered backwards and almost fell down.

"I finally taught me to scare you!"

This person is naturally Mu Jianping. Seeing the girl in white being scared, she immediately forgot about her pitiful look that she was so scared that she cried just now. She couldn't help but giggle and even made a face at the girl.

Footsteps sounded, and Wang Dong walked out from behind the girl.

"Who are you?" The girl in white bit her lip and took a few steps back, her little face full of alertness.

Mu Jianping took a step forward and asked, "This is exactly what we are asking, who are you? Why are you pretending to be so scary here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a few creaking sounds, and four white shadows suddenly popped out of several closed rooms in the garden. The tip of his feet was about three meters tall, and it was floating lightly.

Although this light skill is nothing great for Wang Dong, if it is placed in the world, no matter how beautiful the posture is or how fast the body is, it can be called the first-class contemporary style. There are few people in the world!

Four white shadows and eight hands, like butterflies, circled around Wang and Mu Jianping, and launched an attack in an instant.

These four women in white must have been widows of the banker. They didn't feel any sense of accomplishment when they bullied a group of widows. Wang Dong didn't intend to take action. He was about to use his body skills to avoid it, but suddenly he exclaimed in surprise.

He suddenly realized that the luck, attack angle and even the moves made by these four people were actually familiar.

It seems to be a little impression, but if you think about it carefully, you can't think of it for a moment.

After being stunned, eight hands had already hit him. Wang Dong turned his fingers around and led the moves that hit Mu Jianping, but he ignored the few hands that hit him.

There was only a few bangs, and all eight hands were printed on his back and chest.

Wang Dong's body stood like a javelin, motionless. The moves of four people and eight hands hit the sea were like mud and sand rolling into the sea, and melting silently.

The four women were all shocked and hurriedly stepped back.

In fact, if Wang Dong really wants to deal with them, he just needs to move his energy slightly, and the force they emit will counterattack on him.

The four qi powers entered the body, and Wang Dong had a brief sense.

"So that's it. I said why are you so familiar with it? It's indeed the martial arts of the Huashan School!"

As soon as the true qi is activated, these qi and energy will be dissolved silently.

The Huashan School has a great relationship with Wang Dong.

It’s a pity that if it were viewed by the Huashan Sect, it would be a bad fate no matter how you look at it!

First he won the Zixia magic skill from Yue Buqun, then he exploded the Hunyuan skill from Yuan Chengzhi, and later he obtained the Dugu Nine Sword Skills on Linghu Chong!

The Dugu Nine Swords are not the original inheritance of the Huashan Sect, so let’s not mention them for now. The other two types of Zixia magic skills and Hunyuan skills are the essence of Huashan martial arts. Because of this, although Wang Dong saw that the martial arts performed by these four women were a little familiar, he could not see at a glance. It was just because he had learned excellent kung fu, these women only learned ordinary martial arts in Huashan. Only after sensing the energy can they be distinguished by the breath that comes from the same source.

But, why is the widow of the dealer involved with the Huashan School?!

When he thought about it, the four women's expressions had changed drastically. They stared at Wang Dong, their eyes full of fear. They neither dared to leave nor dared to take action again!

After thinking for a while, Wang Dong raised his head and his eyes fell on the woman before. The man was dressed in white, with loose hair, his cheeks as white as paper, and his eyes were red, as if he was crying frequently. At night, he looked like a female ghost.

"But Mrs. Zhuang?!"

This woman is the grandmother of the third young master of the banker. She stared at Wang Dong for a moment, with a cold look in her eyes: "The master's martial arts skills are so powerful, we are far from being opponents, but you are too rude to break into my mansion in the middle of the night?"

He is worthy of being a young grandmother from a wealthy family. He has poor martial arts skills, so he uses etiquette to suppress others!

Wang Dong sighed slightly, "Madam Zhuang, please don't get me wrong. Not only do I have no malice to you, but on the contrary, I feel deeply sympathetic to the tragedy of Zhuang's maker in the past!"

Mrs. Zhuang was slightly stunned, her face was slightly slowed down, and then turned into indifference: "That has been a long time ago. Now, there is nothing to say. We are all widows here. It is not easy to entertain outsiders. Please come back!"

"Is that so? There is nothing to say!" Wang Moe flashed his finger and said slowly: "Obai personally tried the case of Ming Shi in the past, implicated more than 2,000 people, and was imprisoned. There were as many as 18 people who were executed by Lingchi alone. Can such a deep hatred be put down?"
Chapter completed!