When the ghost seemed to be surprised when he heard Zhuge Lei's words, he turned his head and stared at Zhuge Lei.

Zhuge Lei was very calm and stared at the ghost, repeating the words just now word by word: "Fang Xiaoqing is my wife, don't touch her!"

The ghost shadow floated forward again, facing Zhuge Lei, less than three feet away, and said gloomyly: "I am the Ghost King, Fang Xiaoqing is my woman. If you want to marry her as your wife, you have to die!"

Zhuge Lei sneered: "Even if I die, I will marry her as my wife!"

The ghost's eyes widened, and a blood-red light shot out, and he said, "Okay, I will help you, and I will take you to the underworld and let you be a little devil!"

As he said that, the Ghost King stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and slowly grabbed Zhuge Lei's throat.

Zhuge Lei looked dead and remained motionless.

Hao Jiyou fell to the ground, shocked, scared and guilty, and tried his best to squeeze out a few words from his teeth: "Zhuge Lei... I'm sorry for you... I'm not a disciple of Maoshan... I don't know how to spell..."

It is good to say that a person is about to die. Hao Jiyou feels that he will die here, so he tells the truth.

"Ghost King, don't kill me!" At this moment, Fang Xiaoqing, who had been sleeping, suddenly screamed and sat up from the bed.

The ghost's hand had reached in front of Zhuge Lei. When he heard Fang Xiaoqing's scream, he couldn't help but turn his head.

"Ah, Ghost King!?" Fang Xiaoqing screamed even more when she saw this ghost.

"Hahaha... That's right, I'm the Ghost King." The ghost shadow sneered and said, "Fang Xiaoqing, I know you're going to get married, so I come to pick you up in advance. Come with me and be my princess."

Fang Xiaoqing kept shaking like a sieve, and suddenly threw herself into Zhuge Lei's arms and shouted: "Save me, I don't want to go with the Ghost King!"

Zhuge Lei stretched out his hand, grabbed Fang Xiaoqing's shoulder, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, he is not a ghost king at all!"

The ghost shadow was stunned, then glared at him and asked, "Boy, I am not the Ghost King, are you the Ghost King? Who are you? Why are you caught in the Yinfeng Ghost Spirit... can you still move?"

Zhuge Lei smiled and said coldly: "You are not a ghost at all, but a soul. You are a soul that leaves the body out of the living being, right?"

The ghost was shocked and slowly retreated towards the back window, asking in a trembling voice: "Who are you? How do you... know that I am a living soul?"

After a person dies, his soul will not dissipate and becomes a ghost;

However, the soul of a living person is called a living soul after leaving the body.

"Is your ghost spirit very powerful? I can't tell if I have a soul out of my body?" Zhuge Lei sneered, stretched out his left hand, formed a three-mao seal, and said slowly:

"There is a god's way to kill ghosts in Maoshan. The master above calls the master to collect the evil ghosts first, and then kill the night light. Why don't the gods be subdued? Why dare to be the ghost? Once the magic spell is released, all the ghosts will hide!"

The ghost yelled: "You, you...you are a Maoshan disciple!?"

"You are a lie!" Zhuge Lei waved his hand, and Sanmao Yin slashed at the ghost shadow, shouting: "Pretending to be a god and making ghosts and demons confusing the crowd, pretending to be the ghost king, and using demonic magic to harm people, I can't avoid you!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, a red light flew out of Zhuge Lei's hand and hit the ghost!

The ghost turned around without saying a word and quickly floated out of the rear window!

Obviously, this ghost was very afraid of Zhuge Lei.

"Where to go!?" Zhuge Lei shouted loudly, pulled out a seven-inch-long small golden sword from his waist with his right hand, and pointed at the ghost shadow: "The evil armored divine weapon, encounters the demon hunting head, and encounters the ghost killing shape!"

Zheng--!

A sword roared like a dragon's roar, and a golden light shot out from the front of the short sword, and ran out of the window like a meteor, hitting the ghost's back.

"Ah..." The ghost screamed, then turned into black fog, gradually disappearing.

Zhuge Lei did not chase after him and sneered: "Go ahead and be a traitor. I've been hit by the Qimen Armored Sword of my Maoshan Sect. I'm sorry you can't survive for three days! If you want to survive, send Fang Xiaoqing's life soul back first!"

There was silent outside the window, as if the ghost had just walked away.

Fang Xiaoqing, Hao Jiyou and Wang Ying and others saw the scene just now and were stunned!

The coldness in the wedding room gradually disappeared, and Wang Ying and Hao Jiyou both struggled to stand up.

Zhuge Lei put away the golden sword and patted Fang Xiaoqing on the shoulder: "It's okay, Fang Xiaoqing, there is no ghost king marrying, it's just a demon who does something to harm you. Don't be afraid, give me a day and I will make you better. That demon has been ruined by me, so I will definitely not dare to come again."

Fang Xiaoqing lost her soul and murmured in a daze, "The Ghost King... is gone? Who are you? Why are you... here?"

"Let your father explain it to you." Zhuge Lei picked up the phone, called Fang Li, and said, "Boss Fang, please come here."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuge Lei walked to Hao Jiyou and sneered: "Master Hao Banxian, do you still want me to give you that 300 yuan? What a brave man, how dare you pretend to be a member of our Maoshan Sect!!"

Hao Jiyou was shocked and embarrassed, bowed his head and stuttered, "Zhuge Lei, you... are you a Maoshan disciple? I, I..."

"What are you, me, me? Get out of here and settle the score with you later!" Zhuge Lei glared.

"Yes, yes..." Hao Jiyou nodded repeatedly like his grandson, retreated aside, and waited for the despair. He just saw Zhuge Lei's divine power in person, and Hao Jiyou was respectful and afraid of Zhuge Lei.

Zhuge Lei turned around, woke Song Wenwen up, and comforted her for a few words.

Wang Ying was still scared, and with admiration for Zhuge Lei, he asked: "So, you are the real Maoshan disciple, Fang Xiaoqing's father, you were invited?"

Zhuge Lei smiled and nodded.

The footsteps sounded, but Fang Li rushed over.

Fang Li had been guarding the office building opposite, and when he received the call, he rushed immediately.

"Brother Zhuge, what's going on? Is the Ghost King here?" Fang Li asked repeatedly as soon as he entered the door.

"It's okay. The demon came out of his soul just now, pretending to be the ghost king to scare me, and I shot a sword and had already escaped." Zhuge Lei said this just now, and said again: "You bring Fang Xiaoqing and three girls home first. They were frightened and need rest. I'll track the demon and I'll reply to you tomorrow morning."

After hearing Zhuge Lei's words, Fang Li felt relieved when he saw his daughter being safe and sound. He hurriedly nodded and thanked him. He called him to greet relatives and friends, preparing to transfer several girls.

Zhuge Lei reached out and grabbed Hao Jiyou's collar, pulled him downstairs, shouting in a low voice: "Follow me!"

Hao Jiyou was startled, stumbled downstairs, begging in a low voice:

"Brother... don't kill me. I admire the Maoshan disciples, so I pretended... I have no malice... At most, I don't want that three hundred yuan, and I will pay you another three hundred yuan. Can it be done?"

"I'll spare you three hundred yuan?" Zhuge Lei sneered and pulled Hao Jiyou to the school wall not far away.
Chapter completed!