The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts - Chapter 413

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, Jiu Qu glanced back at the little soul floating in front of Jiang Fu happily.

Great, but too great.

The majestic little ghost king, accepting a little ghost at will, and asking himself if he is powerful…

It was really the first time.

Jiang Fu looked at the child floating in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled, although he knew he couldn’t touch her, he still stretched out his slender hand, and his fingers landed in the air, shaking very lightly:

“Very powerful.”

The little soul seemed even happier, her eyes were narrowed, and her laughter rang loudly.

When she was smiling happily, thousands of black breaths around her rushed towards her small body, penetrated into her body, and were absorbed by her.

Jiang Fu stood in front of her and watched, and she turned her gaze away, watching the black body of the evil spirit that had just been eliminated gradually disappear, turning into dots of black light.

This is, being swallowed by her?

The little soul seemed to have had enough of laughing, it floated to Jiang Fu’s side, its little head rubbed against her lightly, and its voice was childish:

“My sister will reward me!”

“What reward do you want?” Jiang Fu asked with lowered eyes.

“Hee hee,” the little soul raised his head, “I don’t need anything, just burn some paper money for me~”

On the other side, Jiuqu, who was holding a mahogany sword, couldn’t help shivering.

The majestic little ghost king, with souls from all over the world bowing their heads and proclaiming their allegiance, will he be short of money?

I’m afraid half of the paper money burned every year during the Qingming Festival will be given to you!

Jiuqu has a lot of puzzles in his heart, but he can only suppress the puzzles and deal with the mess in front of him first.

Zhao Heng was so frightened that he couldn’t speak. His fingers kept shaking, his face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he raised his hand after a while, pointing at Zhao An and saying, “You…you, you…”

You waited for a while, but didn’t say anything.

Zhao An enshrined that evil spirit every day, and he was very dark, so he could naturally see it.

His face also turned pale, and he never expected that the people brought by Zhao Heng could see it, and killed it with a single strike.

Father knows, father knows that he is doing evil things…

“Father, please listen to my son’s explanation.” Zhao An knelt on the ground and crawled forward. He grabbed Zhao Heng’s brocade robe with his fingers, “I heard from a sorcerer before that enshrining immortals can make father To prolong life and make Xuanwu safe for a hundred years, that’s why my son…”

However, Jiang Yingxiu had already brought people in to search the secret room. With a pale face, he took out a few things, handed them to Zhao Heng, and said in a low voice:

“emperor.”

Just as Zhao Heng calmed down a bit, he raised his eyes and saw what Jiang Yingxiu presented in front of him. His blood surged, and he couldn’t bear it any longer. He raised his hand and slapped him:

“Traitor!”

“It’s ridiculous!”

Panting heavily, he looked at Zhao An whose cheek was slanted, and said angrily, “Worshiping immortals?”

“Why don’t you dare let people go in and have a look to worship the immortal? You need to put these things in front of the immortal!?”

Jiang Yingxiu’s hands were also shaking. In the jar brought up, the baby was soaked in water, his eyes were slightly closed, and the eyelashes were distinct and clearly visible.

I don’t know if it was killed by Zhao An and enshrined here, or it was brought here after his own death.

“Father, Father, please listen to my son…” Zhao An crawled back in panic, speechless.

Just when he was pulling Zhao Heng to continue explaining, Zhao Heng grabbed his neck, and he almost grabbed him and lifted him up—

“This child, after you died, did you enshrine it, or was it soaked in it after you killed it?”