I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 209 A Good Ghost Chooses Its Master

He jumped to the ground, stretched out his arms, held the golden mace in his hands, and grinned wickedly.

At this moment, Yan Ruoyu and Su Fengjun were locked in a fierce and inseparable battle with that shrewish old woman.

All that could be heard was a cracking sound from the ceiling, and the old woman with the white eyes looked shocked.

It was as if you could see the shock in her blind eyes.

"Impossible! How could there be someone among you with such a high level of cultivation?"

Su Fengjun immediately thought of He Yuhuan, and sure enough, the figures of several people descended from the sky.

He Yuhuan was the first to fall, crashing down and creating a large crater in the ground.

"Huh, how did it break?" she wondered.

Because those other planes have all been destroyed, and now we have returned to this one plane.

"Feng Jun, are you two alright?" Zhongli Yueluo landed steadily on the ground.

The old woman with the disdainful eyes snorted coldly: "So what if you break through spatial barriers?"

"So annoying! I'll kill you with two hammer blows!" He Yuhuan was so angry that she wanted to eat.

No matter who's in her way, she'll make sure they get knocked down!

He Yuhuan pushed off the ground with both feet, the hammer trailing behind him in a charging stance, as if he were about to launch himself off the ground at any moment.

"Yu Huan, no!"

Sure enough, the old woman with the glare said, "Break!"

The hammer in her hand seemed to have lost half its magic power, becoming very small, leaving He Yuhuan in disbelief.

"This is my territory, so whatever I say goes!"

Although their bodies were hunched, they were extremely fast; each of them was struck once, but not fatally.

"Get closer to them, at least leave your own people behind."

Miaoqing said, "Could it be that it's not that she's gotten faster, but that we've gotten slower?"

Every word he uttered seemed to awaken someone from a dream, and the old woman with the glare was clearly taken aback.

As if Miao Qing had predicted, Zhongli Yuelu had no choice but to bite her finger and write a blood talisman.

She glanced at Yan Ruoyu, then pointed to her heart. It turned out that she couldn't use her mind and needed him to act as a medium.

Then Zhongli Yueluo's voice echoed in everyone's minds: "Find a chance to make this old woman open her mouth."

"elder sister?"

"Okay master!"

If they can get the congealed blood talisman into her mouth and control it with her blood flute, they will surely be able to get out of their predicament.

Despite their doubts, Su Fengling and He Yuhuan took the lead, throwing their hidden weapons, including golden maces, towards her.

The old woman only needed to open her mouth slightly, and a barrier would appear in front of her, so that nothing that flew towards her could harm her.

Strictly speaking, Yan Ruoyu also belongs to the school of hidden weapons, but he and Su Fengjun have tried many times and still couldn't hurt her!

"Old man, if you're so tough, don't hide!" Yin Yi yelled from the side, verbally attacking him.

Zhongli Yueluo did come up with a solution: the melody she played could speed them up, and perhaps they could give it a shot.

She chanted an incantation, and a blood flute appeared in her palm, which she held to her lips: "Heaven and Earth are clear and bright..."

Indeed, when the sound of the flute entered their ears, they seemed to feel that the surrounding smog had dissipated considerably.

Close your eyes, listen attentively, and you'll see their footsteps pulsating in rhythm with the flute music.

They seemed much lighter after they could no longer hear the old woman's scornful words.

Zhongli Yueluo's lips curled up; it turned out there was something wrong with her voice and her eyes.

They were tricked the moment they entered the inn.

By sealing off their senses, their perception of the outside world is weakened.

"You brat! I didn't expect you to see through me!"

At this moment, her voice sounded like she had phlegm stuck in her throat, making a gurgling sound!

Zhongli Yueluo didn't bother with her at all; the flute music didn't stop, but instead became more urgent.

"Ruoyu, do it!" she shouted.

As Yan Ruoyu made her move, she also simultaneously struck out the blood talisman she had just engraved.

Yan Ruoyu struck her in the chest with a palm strike, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a blood talisman flew into it.

She coughed violently, but the blood seemed to be rooted inside her, and she couldn't cough it up at all.

"You brat, what have you done!" she yelled in a fit of rage.

"Hey, I didn't do anything. That's what I did next."

The flute music was harsh and discordant, making it difficult to listen to. Miaoqing instinctively covered her ears.

But it seems that every voice is different for each person, just as he seemed to have received a blessing just now.

It seems that the voice was moved by Zhongli Yueluo's heart, not by the sound itself.

"You think this old woman will give in so easily? You naive brat!"

Zhongli Yueluo shook her head, though she didn't know what the fear of being controlled by this flute music was like.

But every time I see Miaoqing's reaction, I know that she must be feeling unwell.

She closed her eyes, and the sound of the flute, like fine needles, pierced the body of the white-eyed old woman, but she remained unmoved.

But after a few sounds, her expression changed, and she started pulling at her hair.

It wasn't exactly painful, but it felt like needles were pricking her scalp.

It felt like ants crawling under her scalp, or like invertebrates scurrying across her body.

She pulled out clumps of her hair, causing blood to seep from her scalp.

But this did not relieve the itch, until his head was covered in blood and his face was covered in blood beads.

"You think this will make me, this old woman, give in!" Looks like she's still got a tough nut to crack.

Zhongli Yueluo ignored the changing rhythm of the flute music and began scratching her entire body again.

He was picking at his collarbone, chest, thighs, and back.

The scratches left by those claws were both itchy and painful, leaving bloody marks.

He Yuhuan, watching from the side, frowned and said, "Why don't we sprinkle some more salt on her?"

She was adept at killing people by destroying their spirits. Zhongli Yueluo's lips twitched. He Yuhuan was learning all sorts of nonsense from Yin Yi.

"Why don't you just dispel this illusion? You can't take it," Miao Qing advised, covering her ears.

He was afraid that Zhongli Yueluo's flute playing might accidentally hurt him, so he shouted at the old woman with disdainful eyes from several steps away.

"You traitor, you'll die a horrible death!"

She scratched her face and pulled out all her hair; it was so itchy that scratching didn't relieve it.

Miao Qing pouted. He had tried to advise others in the same way last time, but they never listened.

He won't die a good death? This is like a good bird choosing a good tree to perch on, or a good ghost choosing a good master to serve; the main reason is that he's afraid of death.

If they truly meet a terrible end, they will definitely die after them.

"You seem quite tenacious; I'll have to give you a challenge."

Zhongli Yueluo's lips were dry from blowing on the water, and Su Fengjun silently handed her a water bottle.

They looked at each other, smiled knowingly, licked their lips, and continued blowing.

Since she can endure the itch, let's see if she can endure the pain. I changed my voice.

It felt as if evil spirits were howling in my ears, and as if a million red-hot blades were cutting into my body.

In a daze, I could still smell the burning flesh.

But this was just a hallucination caused by her own intense pain.