No one expected that this voice would frighten the priest, who had seen strong winds and waves, so much that he fell to the ground. The small rosewood jar containing the special liquid exorcism water in his robe knocked over to the ground, and even spilled it on the so-called altar.

superior.

Han Muxue saw the opportunity, grabbed the small jar, and took back the initiative immediately.

The priest, who had not recovered yet, poured it from his head and poured it all over him.

The dark red liquid flowed onto the terrifying mask, and blood shot into the sky.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. They stood motionless. Even through their masks, Han Muxue could imagine how wide these people's mouths could open.

Haha, in this situation, how could I not go crazy now?

She suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, her sharp laughter piercing the dark night of the quiet village. She held the sandalwood jar in her hand and raised it high, facing the people under the altar.

There began to be a commotion in the audience. First there were whispers and whispers, and the crowd surged like a frightened ocean wave.

"Yes, it's Bai Luomei who's back!"

At the end of the crowd, the only one without a mask, shouting in a trembling voice, was the old man who was so frightened just now.

"Ghost Rakshasa? Ghost Rakshasa is back!"

"Rakshasa, ghost Rakshasa demands life

As soon as these words came out, the villagers in the audience were in chaos. They fled in all directions. They were just a mob, and they dispersed in a matter of minutes.

Only then did the priest on the stage realize the seriousness of the problem. He stood up with difficulty and hastily. He didn't expect that the high-quality exorcism water he had prepared himself was sticky and slippery. He couldn't get up several times, and his hands and feet were filled with liquid.

, the obviously heavier robe is still stumbling, and there is no trace of the majesty of being the supreme high priest in the village.

"Don't mess up! Listen to me, she is not, not a ghost Rakshasa!"

Han Muxue finally heard the priest's voice clearly. It was hoarse and low, and the voice was rough, like sandpaper. She didn't know whether it was from birth or acquired vocal cord injury, and she couldn't tell her age.

Seeing the scene in the audience, Han Muxue was even more sure that the method of going crazy was effective. To deal with this group of lunatics, the only way to deal with this group of lunatics was to be crazier than them and make them afraid.

"Yeah?"

She smiled so sinisterly that several flashes of lightning struck in the sky above the village at the right time. There was a roar, a huge thunder, and there seemed to be some electric sparks in the air.

Click!

Another thunder!

When the remaining brave ones looked towards the altar, they saw a woman with disheveled hair, blood on her face, and blood on the corners of her mouth, staring at them motionless.

"Oh my god, what a ghost!"

The villagers below were even more frightened, rolling around and urinating. Soon, no one was left in this relatively spacious area of ​​the village.

Who dares to spend more time with a female ghost?

"Xue'er, you?"

Even Ling Ziyue was frightened by his acting skills.

Han Muxue didn't have time to reveal the secret. Next, she had to pursue the victory and let the wizard on the stage suffer.

She stretched out her sharp claws and strangled the wizard's neck immediately, and pressed him against one of the open-air pillars of the altar.

Miraculously, the strength she was proud of in the past suddenly returned.

She was a little excited, and the strength in her hand accidentally became a little heavier. It was good now. This wizard, who was obviously much taller than her, began to be unable to resist. His survival instinct made him slap Han Muxue hard with both hands.

Arms like iron pincers.

Han Muxue realized that she had dealt a heavy hand, and hurriedly let go, so that the other party could escape. She protected her fragile neck with both hands, coughed violently, and faintly squeezed out a few words from her throat, like murmuring or talking to herself.

language complaints.

"Sister, your strength is still so terrifying."

"Han Yang?"

Han Muxue's eyes suddenly brightened up. She hurriedly helped her weak brother up and took off her mask. The familiar handsome face under the thick mask made Han Muxue's eyes wet.

"You brat, why are you here?"

"The boy named Yan said that as long as you are still alive, you will definitely come back to this village to visit. After all, this is where we once lived."

Han Yang spoke very affectionately, and his deep and special eyes reminded Han Muxue of the river in Laozhai. She had been tied up hand and foot several times, and when she had only one breath left, she was dragged up as a dead fish and shrimp.

, randomly thrown on the shore to expose in the sun.

She shook her head. As a memory of Ye Ningyu's time, she didn't want to remember it at all.

"Yan? You mean, you saw Yan Luo?"

"How has he been these past few years?"

Hearing the name of his old friend, Han Muxue's eyes widened and she was very concerned.

Ling Ziyue was very jealous, but he couldn't get angry at this juncture, so he had to drag Han Muxue to complain.

"You know clearly that I have mysophobia, so you pour such disgusting things on me?"

"Behind my sister's back, she flirted with other women and even ended up in a hotel. She was in trouble all over the city. It's shameless!"

"You little bastard! You have been monitoring my mobile phone and computer for so many years. If I hadn't tolerated you, you would have gone to jail for this behavior. Do you understand?"

"You call the police. It's better to call the police and send me in. Anyway, I was already a dead person five years ago."

"Yangyang!"

Hearing her brother's outburst of grievance, Han Muxue couldn't bear it anymore and held him in her arms. Her tears could no longer be stopped.

"Yangyang, you have suffered!"

There are thousands of words, but at this time Han Muxue could only say this sentence.

"Sister, what about you? Where have you been in the past five years, and how have you been? I have been looking for you, but there is no news about you."

"Sister, it doesn't matter. But you, how do you know Yan Luo, and why do you come to this village to pretend to be a ghost?"

Speaking of this, Han Yang's eyes dodge.

"Sister, please leave me alone," his eyes that were originally burning because of seeing his sister slowly dimmed, just like his life.

"From the day I was taken to the Han family, my life was destined to be a puddle of mud in a smelly ditch. No matter how I placed it in a clear water pond, I would never be able to bloom any clean flowers."

These words of self-destruction were like a heavy hammer, knocking Han Muxue to the ground and making him unable to breathe.

She didn't know what her brother had been through in the past five years, but they were a family after all, and she was willing to accompany her brother through thick and thin.

"Yangyang, no way. My sister is with you, so don't say such depressing words."

Han Muxue took her brother's arm and stared at him.

Han Yang lowered his head and raised it after a while.

"Sister, please leave me alone."

He is a sister-controller, and he can easily do anything for his sister, even murder.

These are things that my sister, who has always been upright, cannot allow.

But facing his sister, he was unwilling to deceive her.

"Yangyang, don't worry, now that we have found you. Let's go to the police station to explain what happened five years ago. We can handle it as we should. If you perform well in there, you can come out in three to five years at most. Let's do it.

Be clean, live openly and openly, and stop hiding, okay?"

Compared to five years ago, Han Muxue is no longer tough on his younger brother.

"sister!"

"Don't waste your efforts, I have killed people before."

Han Yang immediately dropped a bombshell.

"more than one."
Chapter completed!