Chen Daji's two hammer blows can be said to have used all his strength.

Just two muffled bangs were heard, and the raging sea hammer was bounced high by the black mist, and hit its master's big head back.

"Oh shit!"

At this critical moment, Chen Daji fiercely retracted his head into the turtle shell.

He also didn't forget to reach out and pat the little ginseng baby that was half hanging on the shell and forcefully press it in.

The warhammer flew past the turtle shell and fell to the ground far away with a thud.

It almost hit Hui Laoliu, who heard the noise and rushed to help.

Hui Laoliu was shocked when he looked at the "headless" tortoise shell.

"Oh, little bastard, where is your head?! Is it missing?"

Chen Daji was huddled in his turtle shell, so he spoke in a loud voice.

"Six, Brother Six, please help us pull it out quickly, my brain, my brain is stuck in the little Chirp's head, and I can't pull it out!"

Little Ginseng Baby: "Big chirp! Big chirp!!"

Looking at the tortoise shell spinning around like a headless fly, Gray Old Liu felt angry and funny.

After reaching in and digging for a long time, I pulled out the little ginseng baby that was stuck together.

By the time Chen Daji poked his head out, his face was already flushed with pain.

"Oh my god, is it going to bounce? Master Ji, I'll let you play!"

Without any explanation, he took out his slingshot, loaded it with fart bombs, and fired at the black mist.

The ginseng baby, who is getting more and more angry, naturally follows the same example: lie down, aim, raise his hand and fire ten times in a row: "Da da da da!!"

Facts have proven that even the most ferocious evil spirits are afraid of smells.

After receiving more than ten stinky bombs in succession, Black Mist finally couldn't stand it any longer and shrank back with a whoosh.

Since then, the blood coffin carried by the Eight Ghosts finally appeared in front of Hua Jiunan and other "people".

Everyone in the troupe fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The blood coffin felt the "person" coming behind him, and the eight ghosts immediately carried it and slowly turned around.

When he felt Hua Jiunan's unique aura, he immediately became violent.

"It has been five thousand years. If your lineage is not dead, how can we calm down this overwhelming resentment!!"

Just when the blood coffin was about to "take action", a cold snort suddenly came.

I saw a big foot with flashing lightning falling from the sky and stepping heavily towards the blood coffin.

It is the secret technique unique to Zhiren's lineage - stepping on the sky!

It's just that the effect produced by Wang San is not comparable to that of Hua Jiu Nan.

The blood coffin let out an unwilling roar, and its resentment condensed into an endless mountain of corpses rising from the ground, heading towards Bigfoot.

Like hot magma meeting cold ice, the moment the big feet came into contact with the mountain of corpses, there was a sizzling sound.

After a moment of stalemate, the two slowly disappeared together.

Also disappearing at the same time was the blood coffin carried by the eight ghosts.

There was only a roar full of resentment left: "Emperor Jiang Chu!!"

Now is not the time to clarify the relationship, so "Wang San" ignored the blood coffin.

He just waved his big hand secretly and saved everyone in the troupe.

Then he went back to the house and lay down, as if nothing had happened.

What he didn't notice was that Xiao Qianyue, who was supposed to be sleeping, was staring unblinkingly at the sky with her big eyes like stars.

What was reflected in his eyes was the appearance of a blood coffin.

And the blood coffin is flying rapidly towards Liangzhu...

Backstage: After everyone in the theater troupe woke up, they felt dizzy and weak.

Seeing Hua Jiunan and others was like seeing a savior.

"Young Master, why are you here?!"

"Just now, did you see it was haunted just now?!!"

Regarding their questions, Hua Jiunan had already prepared his words.

"Haunted?! No!"

"When we came over, we saw that you were all fainting."

"Grandpa Hu said everyone was suffering from gas poisoning and asked me to quickly open the ventilation on all sides."

"No, you all woke up in just a moment."

"Gas poisoning?!" Upon hearing this, everyone in the theater troupe looked at the still red braziers with doubt.

Hu Qingshan naturally cooperated with Hua Jiunan's rhetoric and spoke with a smile.

"It was our poor hospitality that caused everyone to suffer."

"Let Chen Fu remove the charcoal fire tomorrow and replace it with an electric stove for everyone."

Without waiting for the troupe to ask any more questions, Hua Jiunan secretly cast the Requiem Curse.

As a result, they just felt their heads sink, and subconsciously thought that they were right and that they were poisoned by gas.

Upon seeing this, Hui Laoliu hurriedly shouted hello.

"How about we stop here today and stop singing for now."
Chapter completed!