It was really like a rainy night. At this critical moment, it was out of power. I had long thought that the camera would be used tonight. She would definitely be fully charged and also brought a backup battery with full power. But what's the use of regretting it now?

"grandfather--"

"master--"

"Master——"

"Master--"

Several anxious voices sounded, shouting that they were all the same person, that is Master Zhang. Not only was he a respected master with a lot of children and grandchildren, he also accepted disciples, and had many disciples. He also taught his own son's skills step by step, and then his son passed them to his grandson.

If he died here today, he would be able to rest in peace, at least so many people would send him off, including his grandson. He suddenly felt satisfied. As for people, sooner or later, there would be such a day.

However, just as he was about to accept death, something suddenly flew over and shot the female ghost in red. With a simple moment, she actually knocked the female ghost out. Master Zhang quickly got up and then saw something landing on the ground, with a long-haired head.

Didn’t it mean that there were only thirteen ghosts? Why did there suddenly another head here, and the head saved him? Master Zhang was a little confused and couldn’t figure it out for a while, because Qin Mengdie never told him that her ghost husband was a head.

Qin Mengdie was overjoyed when she saw the head. She disappeared without any fear. She hurriedly ran out, threw the sound of Qin Tianzheng and Zhang Suyun's stopping sounds behind her, walked through the yard where people and ghosts were mixed, and rushed towards the head.

The female ghost was knocked away for only a moment, and she was not seriously injured. Before Qin Mengdie ran, she had already floated over again to see what the dead head was. She dared to attack her, but was stopped by Master Zhang and continued to fight with her with a peach wood sword.

Qin Mengdie picked up the head and hugged it in her arms, and asked excitedly: "You are finally out."

The dead man raised his eyelids: "Well, it was a little earlier than expected, thanks to the help of the puppy."

Qin Mengdie felt a wonderful feeling in a trance, as if there were only two of them in the world. She couldn't help but look down at the head in her arms, not paying attention to how weird this scene was. Many people were looking at her, and now everyone could see dead heads.

A hint of worry appeared in her eyes: "I just hit so hard, did you hurt or hurt? Your face looks very bad."

I have known this man for more than a day or two. Although he is from the Tang Dynasty and has been dead for more than a thousand years, his complexion has always been good, and he has never been as pale as he is now, like a piece of white paper.

The dead head was slightly stunned: "Are you caring about me?"

Qin Mengdie did not deny: "Well, I have always been worried about you, just afraid that something will happen to you."

The dead head's words returned to calm: "Why?"

Qin Mengdie lowered her eyes, bit her lip and said, "I don't know either. Maybe I feel guilty about you. If I hadn't asked you to find grandma, you wouldn't have been locked in that box by the corpse king."

The Dead Head was a little disappointed for some reason: "This has nothing to do with you, it's just that I'm too useless. You don't have to take it to heart. Speaking of which, I have to thank you. You took me out of the dungeon."

Qin Mengdie stopped talking, just looked down at him, turned a blind eye to the people and ghosts around her, and turned a deaf ear to the fighting sounds. She didn't know why she was like this, but suddenly she wanted to look at him like this.
Chapter completed!