Lu Ling returned home with hope. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, she was waiting for her to be a Shura field to let her soul smash.
The house was filled with the charm of Ke Gui, bright yellow rune paper, and blood-colored cinnabar, all with murder. Lu Ling realized that it was not good at first, and hurried back. Unfortunately, it was already late. A gossip mirror shone from the hiding place, and the burning temperature directly burned Lu Ling’s soul. The power of hurting the soul made Lu Ling scream, and the soul blew white smoke after being burned. She wanted to run away. A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist suit and holding a duster blocked the door, saying coldly, “You are already dead. How dare you wander around and hurt someone?”
Lu Ling was forced to the corner and said in despair: “I have no retreat, my son is still waiting for me.”
The master regretted: “Then you can only lose your spirits and spirits. After all, people and ghosts have different paths. Don’t be obsessed.”
When Lu Ling heard this, she knew that the master was not as good at talking as Garrett Gu. This was to kill her with all her heart, and she said indignantly, “I am the bitter master, and I am the one killed!”
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