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

Ever since she knew that this was a 'haunted house', the girl had fallen into a state of scaring herself, and the slightest hint of wind and grass could make her like a frightened bird.

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

Wang Dong suddenly stopped and turned around.

Mu Jianping was careless for a while, crashed into his arms, let out a low cry, and hurriedly got away.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "If you're afraid of the dark, why don't you wait in the hall?" ”

"I'm not afraid!" Mu Jianping held up his small chest and said with a self-righteous look, but he thought in his heart: Isn't it more scary to stay alone in an empty hall?

At this moment, the sound of a woman crying was faintly heard in the dark night, intermittently, sad and sad!

"Female, female ghost?!" Mu Jianping's delicate body trembled, his face turned white all of a sudden, his two hands were clenched into fists, his body trembled, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes: "I, I, I'm not afraid of ......!" ”

"It's good if you're not afraid."

Wang Dong nodded, only to turn around, his clothes sank, and he saw Mu Jianping pulling his back with a small hand, lowering his head, and half of his body shrunk behind him.

Wang Dong smiled dumbly, and continued to walk forward, the sound of Yin Yin's crying flickered left and right, fluctuating, and seemed to be far away for a while, and seemed to be close for a while.

Mu Jianping was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes, his feet were weak, and the weight of his body was almost all on Wang Dong's body.

"Give me your hand!"

A small hand that took Mu Jianping into the palm of his hand and led her inside.

A huge mourning hall appeared in front of him, the white veil fluttering on the hall, the spiritual positions were set aside in rows, and the cold wind rushed into the mourning hall, blowing the veil fluttering.

At the same time, the sound of the woman crying outside the hall was loud, and a shadow of white yarn flew lightly from outside the hall. It's really like the female ghost in white in the little talk book.

Mu Jianping was suddenly terrified, if Wang Dong hadn't held her hand, she was afraid that she would faint at this moment.

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

Sure enough, Wang Dong nodded slightly. This is the place where the widow of the Zhuang family who was killed because of the Ming history case lived.

Dada......

That's when it happened. The sound of horses' hooves sounded, shattering the silence of the night, and only one voice exclaimed: "Hey, the door is not closed?!" There are also lights in the hall! ”

Then the voice was raised. Loud voice: "Hey! Is the host there? Let's pass by here and take shelter from the rain! ”

This line is naturally the Divine Dragon Sect, and as early as the time of chanting, a group of people have already broken into the courtyard by themselves.

Even though they are strangers, a lot of people can always dispel a lot of fear. Mu Jianping was about to respond, and opened his mouth, but he didn't make the slightest sound.

Wang Dong pulled her over, hid in the shadows, and whispered in her ear: "Don't make a sound! ”

After a while, Mu Jiansheng and others from Mu Wangfu also came to the courtyard and inspected the entire courtyard, not seeing the shadows of Wang Dong and Mu Jianping, but seeing the full spiritual position. One by one, they are worried and fearful.

The two parties stayed in the hall, and the tall and thin old man in the Divine Dragon Sect turned his eyes, as if he was interested in Mu Jiansheng and his party, so he tried it with words.

Mu Jiansheng also 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, in the middle of a rainy night. Another mournful cry rang out.

"Ghost cry!"

Both sides in the hall are slightly discolored.

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

The latter shook his head busily.

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

Mu Jianping was stunned. Hesitant: "Fake? "If it's a false ghost, it is so hateful to teach yourself to be so afraid!

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

Mu Jianping was quite moved, but there was still a hesitant look on his face: "Is it really fake?" ”

Wang Dong laughed, and as soon as he pressed her shoulder, Mu Jianping suddenly felt that all the weight on his body disappeared, and the whole person turned into a flying flotsam, flying lightly.

In the blink of an eye, there were already several ups and downs, floating on a roof, Mu Jianping looked at it, and saw a few 'female ghosts' in white swaying around, occasionally crying a few times.

Mu Jianping puffed out his cheeks, clenched his fists, and secretly hated in his heart: "Damn! ”

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

……

A delicate girl dressed in snow-white clothes and fair-skinned swept into the garden lightly, this girl was about the same age as Mu Jianping, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with her head in a bun, and she seemed to be a maid!

She suppressed her throat and cried as if she were like, when her shoulder suddenly sank and she was patted.

The girl in white was taken aback, her figure swept away, seven or eight meters away, 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 her head suddenly, only to see a woman with a cloak and a tongue sticking out her hands grabbing her.

"Ahh

The girl in white let out a low cry, her face was pale, and the whole person was so frightened that she staggered backwards and almost fell.

"Finally taught me to scare you!"

This person is naturally Mu Jianping, seeing that the girl in white was frightened, he immediately forgot his pitiful appearance of being scared and crying, and couldn't help giggling, and made a grimace 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 vigilance.

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

As soon as the words fell, only a few squeaks were heard, and four white shadows suddenly burst out of several closed rooms in the garden.

This light skill is not great in Wang Dong, but if it is placed in the rivers and lakes, whether it is the beauty of the posture or the speed of the body, it can be called the contemporary first-class, and there are few people looking at the rivers and lakes!

Four white shadows and eight hands, like butterflies wearing flowers, moved around the king, Mu Jianping, and launched an offensive in an instant.

These four women in white must be the widows of the Zhuang family, bullying a group of widows without the slightest sense of achievement, Wang Dong did not plan to make a move, and was about to use his body to avoid it, when he suddenly let out a surprise.

He suddenly found that the luck of these four people, the angle of attack, and even the moves they issued were all somewhat familiar.

It seems to be a bit impressive, but when you think about it, you can't think of it for a while.

This stunned, the eight hands had already struck, Wang moved his fingers around, and led the moves that hit Mu Jianping one by one, but he didn't care about the few hands that hit him.

Listening to a few bangs, all eight hands were imprinted on his back and chest.

Wang Dong's body was standing like a javelin, not moving, and the moves of four people and eight hands were like mud and sand rolling into the sea, and they melted into it silently.

The four women were taken aback and hurriedly retreated.

In fact, if Wang Dong really wanted to deal with them, he only needed to move his strength slightly, and the strength they sent out would be counterattacked on him.

Four qi energies entered the body, and Wang Dong sensed slightly.

"I see, I said why is it so familiar, it is really the martial arts of the Huashan faction!"

As soon as the true qi ran slightly, these qi qi were silently dissolved.

The Huashan faction and Wang Dong have a good fate.

It's a pity that if you look at it from the Huashan faction, this is a bad fate no matter how you look at it!

first won the Zixia Divine Skill from Yue Buqun, and then burst out the Mixed Yuan Skill from Yuan Chengzhi, and later obtained the Dugu Nine Sword Sword Technique from Ling Hu Chong!

Dugu Jiujian is not the original inheritance of the Huashan faction, not to mention it for the time being, the other two Zixia magic skills, mixed yuan gong are the essence of Huashan martial arts, because of this, although Wang Dong saw that the martial arts performed by these four women were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't see it at a glance, just because he learned all the best kung fu, these women learned only the ordinary martial arts of Huashan, only after sensing the qi, can they be identified by the breath of the same origin.

It's just that the widow of the dealer has anything to do with the Huashan faction?!

When he thought about it, the faces of the four women had changed greatly, staring at Wang Dong, their eyes were full of jealousy, and they didn't dare to leave, nor did they dare to make another move!

After pondering for a while, Wang Dong raised his head, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of him, who was dressed in white, with loose hair, his cheeks were as white as paper, and his eyes were red, as if he often shed tears.

"But Mrs. Zhuang?!"

This woman is the third young grandmother of the Zhuang family, she stared at Wang Dong for a moment, her eyes were indifferent and isolated: "Respect the martial arts, we are far from being opponents, but you broke into my mansion in the middle of the night, isn't it too rude?" ”

is worthy of being a young grandmother from a wealthy family, and if her martial arts are not as good as her martial arts, she will oppress people with courtesy!

Wang Dong sighed slightly: "Mrs. Zhuang, please don't get me wrong, not only do I have no malice towards you, but on the contrary, I am even more sympathetic to the tragedy of the Zhuang family in the past!" ”

Mrs. Zhuang was slightly stunned, her face softened slightly, and then turned indifferent: "That has been a long time in the past, and now, there is nothing to say, we are all a group of widows here, it is not easy to entertain outsiders, please go back!" ”

"Really? Nothing to say! Wang flicked his fingers and said slowly: "In the past, the case of Ming History, Ao Bai tried it himself, implicated more than 2,000 people, and I don't know how many people were imprisoned. ”

Mrs. Zhuang and the others trembled, their fists were white, their lips were bitten and bleeding, and after a good moment, Mrs. Zhuang sneered a few times sadly, and said: "Who can forget the hatred of destroying the clan and breaking the door?" It's just that in the past, Ao worshiped the power of the government and the opposition, covering the sky with one hand, and now it is even more ...... How can we, the widows, have him? (To be continued)