There were four seats in a dark house, three men and women sitting in black. The three of them sat motionlessly in their respective positions without any communication. If these three were not all open their eyes, anyone who saw them would think they were sitting and asleep.

With a "boom," the empty seat suddenly turned into powder, scattered on the ground like wheat flour.

"The Demon Pairing the Demon..." The three people finally took action, and their eyes gathered on the seats that turned into powder. After pausing, the only woman laughed strangely and said to the other two: "I just said that this time it won't be smooth. People nowadays are really amazing. Even the things like killing gods are done..."

"Is it Xu Fu?" One man was silent for a moment and said to another man: "And there is also the warlock named Xi Yingzhen. Will they both do it?"

"It won't be them. Xu Fu is still fishing in the East China Sea, and Xi Yingzhen won't appear there..." The man who spoke at the end seemed to be the leader of the three people. He paused and continued, "No matter what the god killer appeared, it would not be a good sign. Our matter will be paused, so let's wait and see the wind direction. Now that a god has died, the above will not think that nothing has happened."

"It's all that's right," another man continued with some compliment. "It's better to be careful, just to prevent them from coming down to investigate the God-killing incident, which is implicating us. However, it's a pity that the incense land just built by the Ping Yao will disappear like this."

"It's better than being found by the above. At least we have just started to make arrangements. Apart from a god dead, the loss is not great," the leader said, and then said to the woman: "Dongfeng, now you can eliminate the traces we left by the Ping Yao. Remember, no matter what happens, you can't cause any trouble..."

Xiao Rensan led Tan Qing'er, who was hiding outside the temple, and asked her to identify the Ping Yao Xianjun who had lost his human form. The little girl looked at it several times with disgust, and finally recognized this thing, the monk who almost took his life.

At the beginning, Gui Bugui did not take this fairy fairy seriously, but just asked a few casual questions. Now that he knew that he was a god, he had to ask carefully how Tan Qing'er could escape from him. Now that Gui Bugui was brought up again, Tan Qing'er realized that it seemed that the immortal master Su was deliberately letting go of water. Perhaps because he felt that he had killed so many Tan family members and could not take action against Tan Qing'er, he deliberately showed mercy to her.

But no matter what, the Master Su Xian whom Ma Guiren relied on was already dead. Now there was nothing to stop Tan Qing'er from taking revenge on his uncle. At that moment, the little girl lit up the Taoist temple that had just flourished, and then rushed to her former ancestral home like a gust of wind. The things that followed were nothing, but after all, a god died at the hands of the two of them just now. Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and the other two were relieved to go over and take a look.

However, when we arrived at Tan Qing'er's ancestral home, there was already a sea of ​​fire. Several people rushed into the fire and found that Ma Guiren and his whole family had been burned to death by the fire, and the county clerk who came to the banquet was also burned to charcoal by the fire.

There was nothing strange about the fire in the ancestral house. Gui Bugui did not find any traces of magic. After walking around, he came out of the fire and asked the neighbors around him how the fire broke out from the old Tan family. According to an old neighbor of the Tan family, it was almost the same as when they killed the gods. The fire broke out in the Tan family's ancestral house.

Because I knew that the person living inside was Ma Guiren who robbed the Tan family's ancestral house and the fields, these neighbors did not mean to help put out the fire. The Tan family's ancestral house was a single-family mansion, and no neighbors were worried that the fire would rush to someone else's house. At this moment, the neighbors all came out to watch the fun and talked about the cycle of nature. If you don't feel happy about retribution,

After hearing what the neighbor said, the fire was burning a little faster, there was nothing special about it. However, Gui Bugui still walked to Wu Mian's side. The two whispered a few words. Finally, Gui Bugui sent his stupid son to tell Tan Qing'er that he had already avenged her great revenge. Now the two debts are settled. No one will bother anyone in the future.

After Gui Bugui finally explained Bai Wuqiu clearly, Erlangzi pulled Miss Tan family aside. Gui Bugui was embarrassed to face this evil fate alone. He couldn't find anyone around him, so he could only send Erlangzi out. Don't look at Bai Wuqiu, the world's number one, is still a little worse for it to do such meticulous work as negotiations.

After talking for a while, Bai Wuqiu came back with his head down and said to his "biological father": "Old guy, that little girl won't admit her account. She said that the person named Ma was burned to death by herself. You agreed that you would avenge him. Now, you killed a person named Su. The account of Ma cannot be counted on your head. I think so, old guy, you have done half of your work. If you just go into the city, you will kill this person named Ma first. Now I want to talk to you, but I don't know how to say it.

If I don’t say you, you just accept it. It’s not impossible to marry that little girl home. But let’s say it first. First, I can only call her elder sister, and you don’t even dream of calling her mother. Second, don’t make me a younger brother. We two are hundreds of years apart, and I can’t afford to lose that person.”

"Bah, you can't do such a little work well. How can you inherit the throne of the Demon King in the future?" Gui Bugui glared at Bai Wuqiu angrily, then turned his eyes around Wu Mian's face, and said to Xiao Rensan: "Ginseng, follow me and I'll go there. Remember, don't imitate your nephew and send this aunt away. I'll make you national wine every year."

While talking, Gui Bugui pulled Xiao Rensan toward Tan Qing'er standing in the corner of the wall. Just as he had walked a few steps, the courtyard wall behind Miss Tan suddenly collapsed and smashed Tan Qing'er inside. This sudden change scared Gui Bugui and then rushed over. When he pulled Miss Tan out of the pile of bricks and stones, the evil fate that had been entangled with him for several lifetimes had already died.

A pointed cone-shaped brick and stone hit the back of Miss Tan's head, smashing a big hole in her brain bone. In just a moment, Tan Qing'er, who had just pointed at Bai Wuqiu's neck and cursed back, actually died.

Gui Bugui couldn't believe everything he saw. After finding out that Tan Qing'er had died of anger, the old guy took a while to understand and handed Tan Qing'er's body to his son's hand, then walked towards Wu Mian: "Someone is silence... who should have wanted to be in front... was careless..."

"Someone silences, you want to say that the one who silences is a god, right?" Wu Mian looked at the corpse that was carried into the car expressionlessly. When Tan Qing'er was buried under bricks and tiles, he already understood what had happened, but after searching around, he didn't find anything. Now he looked like he had made up one, Gui Bugui, and continued: "If you can kill the first god, you can kill the second one. This matter will not be over, right?"

"Finish, now I will never stop..." Gui Bugui looked at the body of Tan Qing'er lying in the car and motionless. After pausing, he continued, "You are right, isn't it just a god-killing? With the first one, there will be the second one..."

After asking the neighbors watching the fun, Gui Bugui personally bought a good coffin from the local area, and prepared a full set of burials, burying her in the Tan family's ancestral tomb.
Chapter completed!