Among the four young men in their early twenties, the strongest person was a young and lively girl with a melon-shaped face, almond eyes, and a casual sportswear.

After hearing Banzhuang's words, she held the white-haired old woman's arm and said coquettishly: "Oh, Grandma Bai. What kind of good cultivation seedlings are you? Can you still be better than me?"

It seems that she should be favored by this white-haired old woman, so everyone else looked very afraid, only she looked coquettish.

Sure enough, the white-haired old woman smiled on her wrinkled face, and she reached out to pat her arm: "Yasu, she is different from you. You are my son's apprentice and a family. The little girl we are looking for, and my mother-in-law is planning to turn her into our weapon."

arms?

Yashu was stunned and didn't understand the meaning of the white-haired old woman. But she didn't seem to explain anything more, and directly issued an order to others around her.

"Now, let's take a break in the car first. After dark, we will go directly into the villa and take the little girl away. Banzhuang, you are now with Yashu, and use witchcraft to ban the villa. They can't even run away at that time."

"good!"

Banzhuang and Yashu took the order and left, while the other three young men returned to the car and stayed honestly. They did not dare to disobey the white-haired old woman's orders.

These guys are planning to come to grab people!

Soon, night fell.

In the villa, Peng Na and Weichai had already prepared a large table of food, and invited Zheng Na and Weichai to eat. They are both special Thai dishes, including Tom Yum Gong soup, stir-fried crabs in curry, fried Thai chicken rice noodles, etc.

I have to say that this fat otaku's craftsmanship is actually pretty good. Zheng Na was very happy to eat, but she still muttered in a low voice: "It would be great if there were Chinese cuisine. Brother Fu Yang is a Chinese, and she said I am actually Chinese. You should learn Chinese and eat Chinese cuisine."

Well……

Wei Cai had a few beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, and he was speechless: "Does this little ancestor want to eat Chinese food again? Forget it, find time to learn."

As for the fluffy ghost, he could not eat it, so he could only smell the fragrance. He was so lazy that he wanted to lean against the motionless scout spirit standing next to him, but when the other party gave in, he almost fell to the ground.

He whispered: "Brother, you are too serious, are you? We are all ghosts, so the relationship should be better, right?"

Unexpectedly, the scout's spirit body dressed in the costumes of ancient Southeast Asian soldiers said coldly: "I am the spirit body of a psychic, not a lonely ghost like you. Don't think of getting close to me."

Fluffy for a long time: "Uh... awesome."

The four living people who were eating on the table laughed when they saw their fluffy and cramped appearance and their seriousness in the scout spirit.

In any case, the people in this room lived together for a long time and had feelings for each other. The relationship was as close as good friends.

However, unexpectedly, at this moment, a very abrupt voice suddenly came from outside the villa gate.

"Did you have a good dinner? Little girl, you have a good meal and after you have enough food, it's time to follow us! Don't mingle with these weak people like ants."

Who is it?!

Wei Meng's face suddenly changed, and he had quickly entered a state of fighting. He shouted in a hurry.

"Pongsongwei guess, you protect Zheng Na and her son. Be careful!"

Zheng Na and others felt a flash in front of them, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Before the chopsticks were sitting on the table, they had instantly crossed more than ten meters away and stood between the villa gate and the dining table in the living room. The eyes were filled with twelve-point vigilance, and they stared at the door in front of them.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fierce whirlwinds rose from the Majestic body. When he opened his mouth and immediately a white ball of light flew out of his mouth, and then split it into two in front of him. He attached himself to his right wrist and forehead respectively.

The white light attached to the wrist of the right hand flashed and turned into a phantom of a short vine stick, which seemed to be powerless from the outside. At the same time, the mighty eyes became hollow and gloomy, and the whites occupied most of the pupils. It was obviously connected with the consciousness of the spirit and merged into one.

A whirlwind broke out of thin air around his body, and his combat effectiveness was greatly improved. The figure of a thin ancient Filipino was faintly shrouded in power.

This is the most powerful spiritual body - Santos's technique of unity of spiritual martial arts!

It had a quick conversation with Vimeng.

"Master, the powerful witchcraft power outside the door fluctuates. You ancient Siamese wizards are here!"

"I also felt it. But I have no intersection with these wizards who practice ancient witchcraft on weekdays. Why did I suddenly come to my house?"

Siam is an ancient name in Thailand. Santos was a martial arts master in the ancient Philippines, so he was used to calling the white-haired old woman, Banzhuang and others as "Siamese Ancient Witch".

A sharp force flashed through the void, and Wei Meng's pupils suddenly shrank: "Here you come!"

Puff!

With a light sound, a rectangular cutting trace suddenly appeared in the center of the thick wooden door of the villa made of red hardened teak. It was one zhang high and five feet wide.

Then, the rectangular area silently turned into a pile of wood chips - as if it had been instantly gnawed by the most terrifying termite colony.

This move alone made Wei Meng's heart skip and a very bad feeling arises - the strength of the visitor should be very strong!

As a rectangular empty door opening appeared, a group of figures also appeared in the night outside the door.

Wei Meng saw that in the front, the middle was a white-haired old woman with a hunched back and a height of only 1.5 meters. She was also leaning on a wooden crutch in her hand, constantly coughing, and she seemed to be very weak.

Next to her was a serious young man in his thirties and a lively young man in his twenties. Behind her were three young people.

Needless to say, the ones who came were Bai Lao, Banzhuang and others. The girl named Yashu just turned the middle of the villa gate into powder.

"The three people in the front are ancient Siamese witches, and the two of them are surrenders and one of them are spell masters."

Santos explained to Vimeng.

Needless to say, the savior is also a unique branch of witchcraft in Southeast Asia. Through some indigenous spells, we can communicate with the evil beings in the void and gain power.

It feels a bit like a low-end version of Maoshan's magic call in foreign countries...

"Hmph! Philippine wand? Not bad. It's interesting. What is that girl's identity? Is your apprentice?"

Banzhuang looked at the Victory and the Spirit Santos and said with shame.
Chapter completed!