fairy family

Chapter 82: Put me in the jar!

Yu Que staggered.

The next moment, a scream was heard in the ancestral hall, but it was not from him.

"What's going on! Who are you?"

Old Man Fu turned into black smoke and tried to drill into Yu Que's head, but then jumped out in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, a sneer came out of Yu Que's mouth:

"Grandpa Fu, it's me, the junior."

He stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the ghost body of Mr. Fu, preventing it from completely getting out of his head.

This time, Mr. Fu couldn't break free and could only wrap around Yu Que, struggling like he was rolling on the ground.

"Thief! Where did you hide my grandson?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape for the moment, Mr. Fu looked ferocious and simply pounced on Yu Que again, wanting to tear him to pieces.

Woohoo! Waves of ghostly cries rang out, and the household gods bound by this beast also cried and pounced on Yu Que.

A series of crackling sounds were heard, and the arm that Yu Que was holding was torn off by the beast on the spot, and then torn into pieces by the group of ghosts.

But after his arm was broken, not a drop of blood appeared on his body, and his face showed neither fear nor pain.

Just a puff of smoke, Yu Que's face was distorted, sometimes dull, sometimes lively, not like a living person.

He smiled strangely: "Old beast, do you really think that I will come to you in person tonight?"

At this time, Mr. Fu looked at Yu Que's broken arm and saw only strands of broken and flying hair.

It looked shocked and angry, and shouted:
"It's a puppet! How dare you use a puppet to fool me."

It turned out that Yu Que who rushed to the ancestral hall was not his physical body at all, but he used the method of entering dreams to make his physical body fall asleep, while his thoughts were attached to the body of the life-saving puppet, so he dared to come to the meeting alone.

This was also the reason why Mr. Fu had just entered his head, but suddenly jumped away with a scream.

Yu Que’s physical body isn’t even here, this old thing is trying to take over a bird’s nest!

"Hmph! No hurry." After Mr. Fu screamed, he turned and grinned:

"You have a puppet here. I will now seduce your soul and bring it to your body. Haha, your body is still mine."

Upon hearing this, the one-armed Yu Que's smile became even more bizarre.

"Old beast, I am not even a ninth-rank immortal. How can I possess you with my magic power alone?"

He stared at the other person, his eyes were bloodshot and white, and his face began to distort.

I saw a pair of even whiter little hands sticking out from his eyes, growing bigger in the wind, and suddenly grabbing towards Mr. Fu in front of him.

Such a weird scene.

Old Man Fu was also frightened. He wanted to avoid it, but a sense of oppression spread in the ancestral hall, making his body stiff and unable to move for a while.

The white hand in Yu Que's eyes caught the beast's body easily like picking up a flower.

A sissy laugh was heard from inside the ancestral hall:

"Good boy, please ask me to help. I told you that you can't handle it alone."

Yu Que's expression sometimes became charming and varied, and sometimes returned to normal, as if her temperament was split, and she muttered to herself:

"Madam, you have a fiery eye! But it is not that I must delay watching the show. If I can get rid of the ghost by myself, why bother Madam to do it?"

You know, although he is taking a shortcut and sending his own life-saving puppet, once the First Lady takes action, a large amount of incense and energy will be consumed every moment. The more violent the means, the greater the consumption.

And if the first lady accidentally swallowed this old guy, it would be such a waste.

Yu Que shouted, "Madam, please help me catch this beast, and then let me try again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he controlled his crippled body, rolled on the ground, and used his one arm to hold the eighth-grade soldier jar in his hand again.

He put his spiritual consciousness into the military jar, stared at the controlled old ghost of the Fu family in front of him, and chanted the spell:
"An old man who is confused and worried about his soldiers. He is alone and cold, suffering from heat and pain, why should he worry or fear?"

As he spoke, Yu Que's face turned ferocious, and he actually bit off his tongue and spit at the old ghost:
"Hey, old ghost of the Fu family, why don't you get into my jar quickly and serve as my soldier!"

呲呲.

Strands of hair flew out from the remaining gap and wrapped around Old Man Fu. The scent of incense was strong and each strand of hair was rooted in the old ghost's body, dragging it violently into the soldier jar.

The eighth-grade soldier jar also made a clanging sound, as if it was impatient.

"No! No..." Old Master Fu shouted and struggled hard.

But under the restraint of the pair of white arms, it had no power to resist at all.

Even if Yu Que had not wanted to capture it personally, it suspected that the white arm would be able to tear its Yin Spirit apart with just a slight movement.

The old ghost screamed and moved involuntarily inch by inch towards the soldier jar.

Suddenly, it finally came to its senses: "Youshen! There is still a seventh-grade Youshen in your body?!"

Yu Que's expression changed, and he smiled charmingly:
"The old fellow is quite knowledgeable. He can tell the clues just by looking at my hand. Do you want to play with me? If you say yes, I won't let that boy put you into the jar."

Facing the life-and-death crisis, Mr. Fu’s expression changed constantly and his madness faded away.

The next moment, a look of determination appeared on its face.

Master Fu grinned and said, "Are you a Wandering God? I am not a Wandering God, I am also a seventh-rank Wandering God!"

It allowed itself to be sucked into the jar inch by inch by Yu Que, and turned its head to look at its side, whistling:
"My children, my ancestors, please lend a helping hand to me."

creak creak!

In front of Yu Que, this beast opened his mouth and sucked one of his family gods into his mouth. He did not keep it in his body, but rubbed it with gritted teeth, absorbing its essence, integrating it into the Yin God, and transforming his own body.

At this moment, Master Fu saw that he could not escape and no longer cared about all the plans. He chose to be promoted to the seventh rank on the battlefield!

Yu Que's face was distorted, and he uttered a sissy high-pitched voice:

"Hehe, you still don't want me to do it? If it becomes a seventh-grade product, your jar may not be able to hold it."

But as Yu Que's expression changed, his consciousness remained silent and he just stared at the old ghost.

Not only that, if someone looked closely at his eyes, they would find that although his eyes were solemn, they revealed a long-awaited joy.

"Old ghost, you covet my body, and I covet you too."

Although an upper-level eighth-grade immortal Yin God is rare and precious, it is no match for a seventh-grade immortal Yin God!
Yu Que watched the old ghost devour the family god and remained indifferent. He just cast a spell to subdue the other party.

Until the other party had eaten all eight household gods, and only the last one was left.

Fu Jin's Yin spirit has not been completely subdued by the other party and is still conscious.

The man yelled, "Save me, Yuque! Save me!"

The clan leader Fu Jin looked desperate and begged continuously.

There was a sudden ripple in Yu Que's eyes as he remembered that the other party had tipped him off and had shouted "go quickly" to him.

But his gaze only fluctuated for a moment, that was all.

Because he dared not forget the major events that happened: his cousin was almost kidnapped, and he killed the man's wife and son with his own hands.

With such a deep hatred, how could Yu Que dare to test people's hearts at the cost of his own uncle and aunt? How could he know that the other party's goodwill today was not false?

So he looked at Fu Jin and said with a calm smile:
"Uncle, it is your father who wants to eat you, not the younger generation who wants to kill you.

You asked the wrong person. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Que saw that there was no longer any obstruction from Master Fu's family spirit around him.

He held the Bingma Can, shook his body, and stepped into the Gangbu Dou, making the Tiangang Step grim and sharp, to assist the Bingma Can in capturing the opponent.

And that Yin Spirit of Fu Jin fell into the mouth of Old Man Fu. Looking at Yu Que's cold eyes, his mind was churning with thoughts, and he thought of all kinds of things in a daze.

At the last moment before his death, this man finally felt hatred in his eyes. He resented why he only thought of rebelling against his father until his death, and why he did not dare to go to the authorities to file a complaint in person until his death!

"Dad!" Fu Jin screamed miserably.

giggle.

Mr. Fu, on the other hand, had a crazy look on his face. He kept chewing up his son's Yin Spirit and refining it into his body. He even laughed in his mouth:
"Good boy, good boy, Daddy loves you..."

Gulu!

The beast's eyes widened, and he finally swallowed all nine household gods in one breath.

The aura on its body continued to expand, causing the white and tender arms holding it to tremble momentarily.

But the next moment, when its aura changed from black to yellow.

Hands grew between Yu Que's eyes, hair grew out of his mouth, and his face turned grim.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his body swaying, and suddenly he turned into a little man the size of a palm. His magic power faded, revealing his true form.

Followed by.

The palm-sized little man laughed shrilly. He neither fled nor pounced, but instead charged headfirst toward the eighth-grade soldier jar on the ground.

Mr. Fu, who was in a frenzy, froze in joy, and suddenly became terrified and screamed:
"Do not!!"

The jar shook, the lid opened, and the puppet sank into it. The remaining half of Mr. Fu's body was caught by the white hand on the puppet and sank into it as well.

There was a clang and the lid of the jar closed completely.

All of a sudden.

The Fu family ancestral hall became unusually quiet, without even a trace of cold wind.

The ground was covered with black ash, and there were several coffins and corpses.

The only remaining jar was still trembling, and the Ganoderma lucidum on it was slowly crawling like a worm...

(End of this chapter)