Chapter 91 The Old Ghost of the Qing Dynasty 1-"The City God is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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But since Zhao Ankun took the initiative to ask for help, there was no need for him to fight. To be honest, he really didn't care about such a contribution to the soul escape.

Zhao Ankun smiled happily, stepped forward and grabbed the old ghost's soul, squeezed the secret with his fingertips, and opened the yin and yang passage. With a flash of his figure, he took Liu Laogen and walked in.

The matter was over, Wu Jiang drifted slowly towards the outside of Liuzhuang.

As soon as he left Liuzhuang's village, he paused again and his eyes moved slightly - since we are all here, why not go to the Liu family's ancestral grave and have a look. There is already an old ghost like Liu Laogen here. Is there someone older than him hiding there?

As soon as he thought of it, Wu Jiang immediately changed direction and flew towards the hill where the Liu family's ancestral tomb was located.

Wu Jiang slowly landed on the ground, let go of his spiritual sense, took out his Canglong Plate and looked at it, and then couldn't help but laugh.

With a flash of body, he flew to a tomb that was higher than Liu Laogen's tomb. It was not known how many generations of Liu Hang's ancestors it was.

Wu Jiang reached out and knocked on the tombstone, and said in a friendly tone: "Fellow, are you at home? I'm here to take you back to the underworld."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the tomb, as if there was no ghost inside.

Wu Jiang chuckled, and formed a blue ghost fire in his hand, ready to throw it at the grave.

"Sir, don't do anything! Come out right away, little one! Come out right now!"

A panicked voice instantly came from the tomb, and then, a ghost figure floated out of the tomb.

Wu Jiang stopped what he was doing and cursed "cheap bones" secretly. Then he took out the hook, flicked it, tied up the old ghost, and walked towards the next tomb.

This time it was much smoother. As soon as Wu Jiang knocked on the tombstone, the old ghost inside floated out obediently, not daring to resist at all.

Not long after, Wu Jiang's seductive rope was like a candied haws on a skewer, skewering five old ghosts. They were all dejected, trembling all over, and did not dare to make the slightest move.

Wu Jiang held the soul-catching rope and slowly walked to the top tomb.

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