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The red-clad female ghost remained as cold as ice, "You—scoundrel!"

Although that day was crazy, Ning Chen didn't see it clearly.

Now, I carefully examine the face and figure beneath the red dress.

Especially her slender calves exposed to the air, warm and delicate, like mutton fat.

He smiled slightly, his gaze somewhat aggressive.

"Remember to wear black stockings next time you come, you'll look absolutely gorgeous."

Chapter 19 The Red-Clad Female Ghost's Tenderness, Junior Uncle Destroyed the House? (Seeking Flowers, Seeking Data!!)

Although she didn't know what "black stockings" were, the woman in red noticed the mocking look on Ning Chen's face.

It probably won't be anything nice.

The red-clad female ghost's anger intensified, and with a flick of her finger, a blood moon appeared in the sky.

The entire mortuary was covered with a layer of blood-red silk.

Ning Chen felt as if he had been dragged into hell.

The cries of evil spirits echoed in my ears, their piercing sounds causing ordinary people in the mortal world to experience splitting headaches and find them unbearable.

However, Ning Chen is naturally not included in this category.

He stood there as if nothing had happened, and from somewhere slowly pulled out an ancient-looking long flute.

As his breath escaped, a low and mournful sound of a flute rang out.

The sound of the flute carried a deep, resonant tone, like the raging waves of a storm or the thunder in a tempest, dimming the crimson light wherever it passed.

The moment the sound of the flute appeared, the red-clad female ghost's expression changed drastically.

Each note of the Bitter Sea Breaking Evil Sound was like a celestial drumbeat, the drumsticks striking her ghostly body fiercely.

It caused a dull ache in her soul, as if it were being gently cut by a rusty, blunt knife.

The damage wasn't severe, but it was extremely painful.

The red-clad female ghost raised her eyebrows, her red sleeves fluttering, and the unusually long red sleeves descended upon Ning Chen.

Extreme Wind Divine Leg!

Ning Chen used his internal energy to dodge the attack, while Hongxiu struck a wooden pillar of the mortuary, destroying most of the building.

Ning Chen was secretly surprised. What a tyrannical female ghost!

The red-clad female ghost's attack failed, and with a flick of her sleeves, her two large sleeves came at Ning Chen from both sides, leaving him no way to avoid it.

Ning Chen took a deep breath, reached out and wiped his sleeve, and a golden hue appeared in his palm.

It was the money sword that Uncle Nine gave him before he left.

"Tai Chi Evil-Slaying Sword!"

Ning Chen used the Ninth Uncle's Golden Coin Sword to perform swordsmanship. Two golden lights flashed, and the red-clothed female ghost's sleeves were easily cut open, revealing two lotus root-like white arms.

He stared at the money sword in Ning Chen's hand, his eyes filled with seriousness, hesitating whether to retreat.

"It's too late to leave now!"

Ning Chen laughed loudly, unleashing his full power with his Crystal Clear Body.

It instantly shattered the crimson light surrounding him.

Finally, he bit his fingertip and used the Extreme Wind Divine Leg again, appearing behind the red-clothed female ghost with lightning speed.

The woman in red turned her head in horror, only to see a finger dripping with golden blood pointing precisely at her forehead.

His ghostly aura was once again sealed by the bloodline of the Crimson Sun Golden Crow, rendering him completely immobile.

A hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

Ning Chen ripped off the blood-stained clothes, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and threw her onto the bed.

The sound of rain pattering on banana leaves rose and fell in waves.

Unfortunately, no one is appreciating this beautiful spring scenery.

The sky was already bright.

Ning Chen pinched the red-clothed female ghost's pointed chin and said, "They say practice makes perfect. You should at least tell me your name."

"If you don't tell me, I'll keep you imprisoned until the sun is high in the sky, waiting to see your soul scatter under the sun."

"you!"

The female ghost in red gave a soft hum, "Zhong Qingling."

Ning Chen nodded in satisfaction and reached out to wipe away the bloodstain between her eyebrows.

Zhong Qingling's ghostly aura gradually returned to her control, and she reappeared in a bright red wedding dress.

She stared intently at Ning Chen's handsome face, and finally, her robes billowed as she disappeared from the spot.

Ning Chen looked at the messy bed; this dual cultivation experience was even more perfect than the last one.

He used the Yin-Yang Fusion Soul Technique to once again seize a large amount of Yin energy.

When I have some free time, I should be able to condense at least two more strands of magical power.

"But this little ghost girl is just too twisted."

Ning Chen thought to himself: "I should have called out when I was supposed to, and moved around when I was supposed to, but the next day I was still like an enemy. Ugh, this gives me a headache..."

He turned his head and looked at the mess on the ground. Even the pillars had fallen and most of the house had collapsed.

"Oh no! I was so focused on my own enjoyment, what about Wencai? Is he going to be buried alive?"

Ning Chen slapped his forehead, realizing he had just remembered this cheap junior apprentice.

Wen Cai is a complete weakling, a little mage who can't even kill a chicken.

Fortunately, Wencai's room did not completely collapse, and he was still lying on the bed, dreaming of playing chess with the Duke of Zhou.

Three poles in the sun.

Qiu Sheng rode his bicycle slowly and leisurely to the mortuary.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Is it an earthquake?"

Or is it a mass reanimation of corpses?

Qiu Sheng rushed towards the ruins without regard for anything else.

Amidst the ruins, he rummaged through the rubble, shouting, "Junior Uncle!! Wencai! Are you still alive? Make a sound!!"

"Literary talent!!"

……

"Alright, what are you yelling for? How could I possibly die?"

Wen Cai was holding a bowl of white porridge, and had set up a small wooden table. He was having breakfast with Ning Chen.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Sheng was completely stunned.

"What exactly happened? You and your junior uncle demolished the mortuary??"

This is the only reasonable explanation Qiu Sheng can come up with for the current situation.

Wen Cai curled his lip, looking disgusted, and said:

"I'm not like you, all brawn and no brains, why do you have nothing better to do than destroy the house?"

Chapter 20 Zhao Ling'er Falls for Her, Li Hanyi: An Eternal God! (Seeking data! Seeking flowers!!!)

Ning Chen looked at the two clowns and explained with a smile that a ghost was attacking.

I destroyed some houses; I'll explain to my senior brother when he gets back.

Qiu Sheng nodded blankly. His master often took him to subdue demons and monsters.

I've seen some ghosts before, but this is the first time I've seen one that could turn such a large mortuary into ruins.

"Junior Uncle, that may be true, but if the mortuary is destroyed, what kind of business can we make a living?"

There wasn't even a place to stay in town..."

Qiu Sheng scratched his head. If the mortuary is gone, wouldn't Master be left to wander the streets?

"Don't worry, of course I won't ruin my senior's livelihood."

Ning Chen gave Wen Cai a wink, and Wen Cai explained:

“My junior uncle gave me some money. We can build a new mortuary, one that is more impressive and larger.”

We'll build you a room too, so you don't have to run back and forth between the two places.

Ning Chen had told him about these plans that morning.

Upon hearing that there were new, large rooms available, Wencai naturally gave it his full support.