After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

"Boy Si, it's a good thing for young people to be passionate, but you have to act within your capabilities."

Siming responded: "Mr. Ma, Lao Ji Fufeng is indeed inspiring, but it must be stopped in moderation."

Mr. Ma snorted coldly: "It seems that we can't agree to get along, but it doesn't matter. How about we make a trade?"

Siming shook his head: "In front of justice and blood and tears, there is no deal."

Mr. Ma narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you trying to fight me to the death?"

Siming's eyes did not squint: "Mr. Ma, you went against the will of heaven and committed countless murders, which cannot be tolerated by heaven."

"I act on behalf of Heaven and comply with Heaven's destiny. It will definitely come true."

“So, if the fish dies, the net will be difficult to break.”

Mr. Ma's hands were shaking with anger. He was really a bastard.

Ma Ruyun already understood his situation and couldn't help but feel panic and fear.

But he pretended to be calm: "Si Ming, don't you want to know where that country girl is?"

"Aren't you just delaying time by saying all this, waiting for your people to find that girl?"

"What you cannot find, you will never find."

"As long as you promise to let us leave, how about I send her back?"

"Who?" The cotton-padded jacket stretched its head out from Ma Ruyun's shoulder, looking at her blankly with its blood-red eyes.

Ma Ruyun suddenly felt his scalp numb and screamed to avoid it.

"What kind of monster are you? Why are you here?"

Cotton Jacket didn't quite understand Ma Ruyun's words and shook his head thinking.

Siming's eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat: "Girl, come here."

Mian Yao raised his head to look at Siming, his blood-red eyes filled with confusion, as if he was trying to determine who this person was.

Siming's heart skipped a beat: "Girl?"

The cotton-padded jacket rolled his eyes twice and walked slowly towards Siming.

Black shadows flashed, and unknown things suddenly penetrated into the cotton-padded jacket.

The old and frail Mr. Ma nimbly and quickly grabbed the cotton-padded jacket and dragged her to him.

"Girl, I am grandpa, do you remember?"

The thing that had penetrated Mian Jiao's body was beating wildly in her mind, making Mian Jiao become more and more confused.

He looked at Mr. Ma blankly: "Grandpa?"

"Hey, good granddaughter, listen to grandpa and stop running around."

This sentence was like a curse, imprinted in Mian Jiao's mind.

The black shadow also calmed down and stayed in the sea of ​​consciousness of the cotton jacket.

Mian Jiao's consciousness gradually became clearer, but she only recognized Mr. Ma.

Siming clenched his fists and stared at the cotton-padded jacket, not daring to move rashly.

Mian Yu ran in panting, walked towards Siming with a pale face, and said urgently: "Brother-in-law, my sister disowned her after she got the blood beads out of everyone's brains outside."

Siming looked at Mr. Ma and asked coldly: "What did you do to her?"

Mr. Ma smiled proudly and wildly.

"Ginger is old and hot after all. Do you think I did all this just for them, you guys, or those losers outside?"

Mr. Ma glanced at everyone with disdain and sneered disdainfully.

"So what if you hid it well? I noticed it from the moment she changed."

"The Mian family puppet was my test of her. It turns out that my guess was correct. She showed up with what I wanted."

Mian Jianyong quietly walked out of the shadows and stood behind Mr. Ma.

He is no longer as timid and cowardly as before.

At this time, he was cold, cruel, like a dormant poisonous snake.

Siming was shocked. No wonder Mian Bao and Mian Jianyong and his son disappeared inexplicably.

He should have told the Ma family about the cotton-padded jacket.

Mr. Ma was very satisfied with Siming's reaction: "Everything today was specially prepared by me for my good granddaughter. Look how happy she is eating."

"Following me is better than following you, right, my dear granddaughter?"

The cotton-padded jacket tilted its head to look at him, but didn't reply.

Siming's face turned horribly dark.

Ma Ruyun didn't look good, because she didn't know about this, and Mr. Ma didn't tell her a word.

She felt excluded, distrusted, and ignored.

She felt even more jealous, jealous of the cotton-padded jacket.

A country girl, why should she?

But she didn't dare to show it, her face only looked grim for a second, then she put on a smile and stood next to Mr. Ma.

"Grandpa, you promised me, but just because you have a granddaughter, you can't forget that this man is mine."

Mr. Ma never thought about letting Mian Yao continue to have contact with Siming. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Of course, you are also my grandfather's beloved granddaughter, so naturally you won't favor one over the other."

Ma Ruyun was overjoyed: "Si Ming, what do you think? Just obey me. I will plead with grandpa and ask him to spare your Si family."

Siming completely ignored Ma Ruyun and only looked at the cotton-padded jacket.

"Girl, come here, don't you even listen to me?"

The cotton-padded jacket looked back at Siming's eyes, feeling guilty for no reason, and subconsciously wanted to pass.

Mr. Ma couldn't help but get angry: "Here comes someone, take action."

Countless men in black robes emerged from nowhere and followed orders without emotion.

Si Ming and his party quickly fought back, hitting the ground from the basement.

The people on the ground have been evacuated by Zhao Guoyan.

At this time, Si Youendai's troops were guarding all around.

When Mr. Ma saw it, his face just darkened and he soon calmed down.

He has the biggest killing weapon, which is not enough evidence at all.

The man in black robe was quickly taken down, and Mr. Ma asked the cotton-padded jacket to take action.

The cotton-padded jacket froze for a moment.

The dark shadow in his mind moved at the right time, and the cotton-padded jacket walked towards Siming.

Si Ming frowned, facing the cotton-padded jacket that attacked him, he could only defend.

Mr. Ma didn't want to have a stalemate and asked Mian Jiao to take action against the others.

Siming tried his best to stop him, but the others couldn't avoid the cotton-padded jacket's attack.

"Girl, Cotton Jacket, I'm Siming, wake up." Cotton Jacket paused: "Si Ming?"

Mr. Ma shouted angrily: "Girl, don't you listen to grandpa?"

Like the sound of bells and drums hitting each other, the sound exploded in Mian Jiao's mind. His hesitation disappeared in an instant, and his attacks became more fierce.

Siming secretly resented: "Cotton jacket, do you remember the delicious food? Do you remember Grandpa Si? Youyou, Hanhan and Ruirui, Jiang Zhouzhou, Xishi, everyone in the cleaning company, do you remember?"

"I am Siming, Si Ming, have you forgotten?"

Mr. Ma gritted his teeth: "Girl, you have to listen to grandpa and kill him. Kill him quickly."

"Girl... wake up."

"Girl... kill him."

Two sounds, like two giant drums, were right next to the cotton-padded jacket's ears, beating wildly on the left and right.

The cotton-padded jacket was about to burst apart, and he punched his head: "Bad thing."

"Girl..." Siming turned pale with shock and jumped to stop her.

The cotton-padded jacket stretched out his hand to push Siming away, and his fist fell on his head, smashing out a black shadow and crushing it quickly.

He quickly turned around and blasted Mr. Ma's head with one punch.

Brains and blood exploded all over Ma Ruyun's body. She was so frightened that she became incontinent on the spot and stood motionless, as if she was stupid.

Mr. Ma didn't expect that his control would be so fragile, and that it would be backfired.

At the moment of the headshot, the soul escaped and entered Mian Jianyong's body.

"This is all you asked for."

Mian Jianyong turned into a black shadow and fled into the bell tower.

Suddenly, the bell tower was covered in thick black fog.

The black mist is like a big bloody mouth, sucking the life of the entire Jinghai City.

Everything happened so fast and violently that many people at the scene were unable to react.

Siming shouted: "Bugutian Formation."

Zhou Yiyi's group was busy taking Si Youen's people, and divided them into squares to form an array.

But their temporary formation couldn't resist Mr. Ma's planned formation.

The vitality of Jinghai City is passing quickly.

Everyone is visibly depressed.

Flowers, plants, trees, insects, fish, birds and animals all slowly wither and become weak.

Si Ming took out his scimitar, cut his palm, and quickly drew talismans in the air.

The blood-red symbols formed ancient and complex patterns, disappearing into the sky and earth.

The ghost streets floating in the void trembled and roared.

The old soul suddenly woke up: "I remembered, I was waiting for my Lord, my Lord has returned."

The ghost general who was obsessed with the industry was suddenly overjoyed: "The management is back."

"boom……"

The gate of the ghost street opened wide, and countless ghosts filed out.

Kneel down in front of Siming: "Listen to my master's orders."

The scimitar turned into a black sickle, floating behind Siming with a dark light, sacred and mysterious.

"Capture the troubled ones and return them to their proper place."

"Yes."

The ghost rushes into the bell tower, followed closely by the cotton-padded jacket with red eyes.

The bloody mouth opened and closed, and after a moment, it shattered.

The ugly evil spirit escaped from the bell tower in disgrace.

As soon as his front feet landed, his head was pinched by a pair of slender hands and he was pulled back violently.

What followed was a tooth-ache-inducing sound of chewing.

The ghosts floated out, looking somewhat inexplicably afraid.

Without waiting for orders from the commander, they dispersed to various places.

The dark clouds dispersed, the sun fell, and the gray sky became bright and warm.

Those who died and fainted gradually woke up.

This horrific experience did not linger in their memories.

Siming looked at the cotton-padded jacket standing at the door of the bell tower and waved: "Girl, come here."

The cotton-padded jacket grinned and threw itself into Siming's arms. "Si Ming, I ate a lot of delicious food."

Siming smiled and patted the villain's hairy head. Fortunately, he remembered him.

"My lord," the manager burst into tears and looked at Siming eagerly.

Si Ming was silent. He remembered his identity, the King of Hell.

tsk...

Ghost Street is actually the entrance to the underworld.

Because he experienced calamity, the ghost streets also followed him.

The management of the ghost street also followed.

If he cannot remember it within the stipulated time, the management will die of old age and the ghost street will be severely damaged.

The manager used to be a handsome young man, but now...

Can not bear to look.

"After you have gone through this calamity, I will give you a vacation. If you practice hard, you will regain your youth."

The old face full of rifts in management showed disbelief. Can he really return to practice? ——
The Ma family was confiscated as a rebel.

Jinghai City, the era that belonged to the Ma family, was completely over.

Everyone involved paid a due price.

Mian Yi is dead and the ghost fetus is gone.

Mianbao's bad luck disappeared, and he lost his parents. He became a useless man as timid as a mouse, living by picking up garbage every day.

The Mian family father and son were not dead, but they were stupid, and Mian Yu had to support the family.

Meng Shihui regained control of his body and came together with Bai Moli.

Chang Qing had too many debts to be reincarnated and had no chance of living, so he took the initiative to ask Si Ming to disperse his soul.

Both Hu Daxian and Gumantong were incorporated into the cleaning company, and they will also be social animals in the future.

With the hope of the Tang family, Tang Zhongren found a place with beautiful scenery and lived in seclusion.