Chapter Twenty-Five: The White Murderer Begins to Show His Skills

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After a while, the old golden head's originally gloomy face suddenly squeezed out a wry smile with difficulty, and then raised his head violently, and laughed three times with "hahaha".

After laughing, his eyes fixed on me, and he said in a tone of admiration: "You are worthy of Bai Renshi's grandson, I have always thought that you were a timid and useless scholar.

In the early years, I was even sighing that Bai Renshi was a hero all his life, but in the end he raised a powerless grandson like you.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, at such a young age, you have such scheming, the tiger master has no dog grandchildren, it seems that your Bai family is the successor.

As he spoke, the old golden head looked at the black-clothed ghost next to him again, and there was a little crying in his tone, thinking that he felt that his son had been killed by misfortune at a young age, but other people's children were extremely smart.

Ah, I didn't think that this little ghost was really Lao Jin's son, I thought Yiyang was guessing. The monkey stuck out his tongue and said.

You, usually read more books, yes, don't think about going to the river to fish and catch snakes in the mountains all day long, the whole is one or two hundred and five. Tianhong choked the monkey angrily.

As long as you're smart, and you didn't guess it, you're an afterthought. The monkey didn't return to Tianhong angrily.

Okay, okay, you little cubs, you are still quarreling and annoying to death. The old golden head was so unbearable that he drank loudly.

I advise you not to go your own way, if you die, then you will never see your son again, and then it will be even more miserable.

And those old things, more than ten years have passed, and you still miss revenge, why bother? I naively tried to convince the old golden head.

Life in the world, if there is revenge and no revenge, wouldn't you live in vain, not to mention that God doesn't have long eyes, not to mention the young death of my son, I have already let go of hatred and am ready to live again.

But God is unfair, what did I do wrong to punish me like this?

The old golden head raised his right hand, which had no palm, and his bare arm, in the light of the moon, looked unusually penetrating.

Alas, God is really unfair to you.

However, if you don't let your son reincarnate and leave his soul in the yang world, is it fair to him?

He should have been given a chance to be a man again, you left him in the Yang World for more than ten years, and now it is difficult to superlive. Tianhong advised the old golden head in a timely manner.

That's right, the Chenzhou Wang family was also a famous family of corpses in the early years, and the authentic heirs of Zhu Youke are even more famous than our Bai family in Chenzhou.

If you fight with them, it won't end well, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your son.

In case you are killed by the Wang family, then your son will become a lonely and helpless ghost, and it will be miserable at that time. The monkey may have felt the pitiful life experience of the little ghost in black, so he also persuaded the old golden head.

Father, stop it, I attached myself to his cousin that day...... As he spoke, the little ghost in black pointed at me, and continued to say excitedly, "After talking to his grandfather that day, I have come to my senses.

It's best to be alive, don't risk your life for the old things, now more than ten years have passed, the young lady of the Wang family, I'm afraid she will marry a long time ago, let the past pass. The little imp in black sighed and advised his father, that is, the old golden head.

Stop, can I turn back? What have I been planning painstakingly all these years, practicing black witchcraft, and cultivating my soul???

From the day God took away my palm, I swore that I would return all the sins and hardships I had endured over the years, and that all those who were sorry for me would go to hell!! The old golden head roared hysterically.

Father....... Listen to me......

Don't say it's too late. The little imp in black still wanted to persuade the old golden head, but unfortunately he was viciously interrupted.

After the old golden head interrupted the words of the black-clothed imp, he straightened his expression again, glanced sideways at the black hair, and gritted his teeth and said, "White murderer, it's time for you to play!"

Go ahead, help me kill these three little hairy children who are blocking my way, and then go back to Chenzhou with me and destroy his Wang family!!

At this time, the black hair has been trained into a white murderer, although half a month ago, he was still our respected elder, but now it is already a thoughtless ghost, and it is a very powerful kind!!

Hearing the order issued by the old golden head, the white murderer immediately floated in the air, and then stretched out his miserable white hands and quickly attacked me and Tianhong.

The moment we heard the old blonde give the order, the whole person was already nervous and even his heart was raised to his throat and eyes.

Now seeing the white murderer attacking us, he was suddenly frightened and didn't dare to move, even Tianhong, a person who has been accustomed to seeing ghost things with ghost women since childhood, has no master, and he can't even move his steps.

In fact, what if we could move our feet?

There is a white murder in front of us, and a group of snakes besieges us, as long as we move our steps slightly, then we will fall from the stone into the group of snakes, and when the time comes, we will be bitten by the snakes, and it will be even worse.

Time waits for no one, just a thought, the white murderer has already flown in front of us, and the miserable white face has no expression.

The people who were familiar with us were already strangers at this time, and before we could react, the white murderer had already stretched out his pale arm and pinched me and Tianhong's necks.

Tianhong subconsciously stretched out his little hand to touch the Five Emperor Money in his pocket, but unfortunately, the pocket was empty, and the Five Emperor Money that his grandmother gave him to save his life had already been used to smash the black-clothed imp when he was about to save me in front.

The few Five Emperor coins that fell to the ground were estimated to have been submerged by the snakes at this time.

When I saw that the white murderer reached out to pinch my neck, he grabbed Tianhong's arm in fright and shouted, "Tianhong help."

The funny thing is that Tianhong at this time is a lamb to be slaughtered, what can he do to save me, even he himself is ready to die, where is there leisure to save me?

The white fierce pair of iron arms really pinched me and Tianhong's tiny necks in the next second, without a single gap, just like pinching an ant to death, pinching me and Tianhong's throats constantly made a "forehead" kicking sound.

The monkey on the other rock, who was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, was tempted to jump over and strike the white murderer, even though he knew it was useless.

But the black and oppressive snakes all over the ground discouraged him, and the only thing he could do was to scold the old golden head on the side: "You old immortal, you have the ability to come at me, you quickly release a yang.....