Vol 3 Chapter 879: Ghost

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"Summer girl, retreat!" Han Niang looked a glimpse and called for Xia Yuanqiu.
Xia Yuanqiu and Xing Fang quickly retired to Han Yan.
Xia Yuanqiu looked very strange and looked like He Qiguang asked: "Han Guzhu, what is this He Guangguang?"
Han Niang said: "The evil spirits in his body have become visible. You are not its opponent."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "I understand, Han Gu master must be careful, your daughter is still waiting for you in space. If it is not, we will avoid it, and we must not be reluctant."
Han Niang shook and said: "Xia girl, I and He Qiguang, I must make a break today, not that he is dead, that is, I am dead, my daughter is here, I am very relieved, the law of blaming the soul, I I have already passed it to the Lord of the Devils. If I can't live to see my daughter, I also ask Xia girl to find a good family for her, let her be safe and happy, and be an ordinary person."
Xia Yuanqiu shook his head, sighing in the throat, being an ordinary person, how easy it is to talk about, the little girl, born is not ordinary, how to be an ordinary person?
"Han Guzhu, the child can't leave the mother, you remember it." Xia Yuanqiu said, pulling Xing Fang back to the sidelines.
Han Niang gratefully nodded toward Xia Yuanqiu, and there were tears in her eyes. When she looked back at He Qiguang, it was a hazy dawn.
He Qiguang’s body suddenly turned into a thick smoke, rolling in, and Han Han was wrapped in the blink of an eye. Han Niang in the smoke could not see what she was doing, only to hear the constant voice. The devil's sharp nails are constantly catching Han Han, Han Niang is not moving, the curse is constantly in the mouth, the blood between the fingers is not limited, the scream of the ghost is getting more intense, the smoke is more and more intense, almost Han The whole woman is gone.
After a while, in the thick smoke, suddenly a glow was emitted, and the light was like a bright light shining in the darkness of hell, driving the darkness and bringing light.
The smoky smoke was swallowed up by the light, and the image of He Guangguang gradually appeared. His face was painful and the whole face seemed to be distorted. He held his head and yelled: "Stop, stop. I beg you, stop now."
Han Niang’s unrecognized, still cursing the mouth constantly, pointing to the blood.
The billowing smoke, like a river flowing into the sea, poured into the blood, until the last trace of black smoke from He Guangguang was inhaled.
He Qiguang softly fell to the ground, the skin burned by the sun quickly recovered, the blackness of the eyes was also exhausted, a face was pale and bloodless, and even the strength of blinking did not.
Han Niang also fell to the ground and gasped and looked at He Guangguang in front of her eyes. The hatred in her eyes was gradually dissipating. Instead, she was pitiful. The so-called poor man must have hateful places. He Zhiguang is such a person.
When she resolutely married him, she also had some pity for his life. But I did not expect that he used her different skills to go astray, and went further and further, to the point where it could not be recovered.
Today, he is exhausted, his body is as empty as paper, and he can live for three more days.
Xia Yuanqiu rushed forward and took an outer shirt from the space ring to cover the body of Han Niang.
The evil spirits pointed out that the clothes on Han Niang were all torn, and the sharp nails caught the skin on her body.
Fortunately, Han Niang’s will is determined. After the pain of the skin, she does not move to the mountain. This is the completion of the drawing of the blood. Otherwise, today’s death is not the devil, but Han Niang.