Threat! The naked threat! And it’s not an evil ghost that threatens people, it’s actually a human that threatens ghosts!

The middle-aged ghost seems to have never been as frightened as it is today since it has become a ghost.

He is a ghost! He was a magistrate of the Qing Dynasty during his lifetime. After his death, Feng Zheng received incense and was always high. However, he was held by a Taoist priest who was taller than his head and was neither a ghost, and he was already crying without tears.

"Who are you? Why are you running to my territory and running wild!"

The middle-aged ghost still bit the bullet and questioned loudly. Since he became a ghost, he had never met such a domineering person. Who is this monster? Why is it not similar to the vulgar Taoist priests in the storytelling in Jianghu?!

The middle-aged man heard the bull demon let out a deafening roar.

"Your territory? You don't even ask who used to cover the area of ​​Laomiao Street?"

Puff—

The middle-aged man was incredible and lowered his head and saw a knife inserted in his stomach.

He... He was a ghost, but someone was stabbed?

Qin Kun stabbed the middle-aged ghost in the abdomen with a knife, and the spiritual energy was dissipated. The middle-aged ghost struggled with hiss. Qin Kun patted his face with his palm: "Civil official, be your civil servant. Don't learn from those lonely ghosts and rob things if you have anything to do, and don't threaten other people's family. This is the world of the world, and countless ghost hunters can destroy you."

"You...who are you?!" The middle-aged ghost showed a ferocious look on his face and his spirit began to depress.

Qin Kun threw the evil ghost aside like a rag, and threw a few more stacks of underworld coins over.

"Who am I? Do you deserve it? This is your medical expenses, and I have collected them. I am the most principled person. I dare to act rashly next time, I will be stabbing me. Believe it or not, I will cut your braid?"

The middle-aged ghost hurriedly absorbed the spiritual energy from the underworld coins and repaired his injuries. Hearing Qin Kun's threat, he protected his braids in horror.

Just kidding, this is a symbol of one's own identity. If you dare to cut it off, I'm afraid that all the Qing Dynasty ghosts will be enemies of them!

When Qin Kun saw him looking overly frightened, he curled his lips: Is there any fucking man? That's all.

Giving the middle-aged ghost a look of contempt, Qin Kun put away the fierce ghost's presence and other skills and left.

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Chapter completed!