Chapter 1237
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The malicious ghost's words came to an abrupt end.
He saw that his companion had already been bound by the binding talisman.
The malicious ghost's eyes turned cold. He immediately looked warily at the girl who was slowly sitting up from the bed.
At the same time, the lights in the ward lit up in an instant.
The malicious ghost saw the girl sitting on the bed with a lazy expression. She got down from the bed casually and looked at him with her light brown eyes.
Shen Wanqing's gaze swept past the two malicious ghosts. Then, she raised her eyebrows with interest.
These two ghosts were actually wearing the clothes of the Netherworld's messengers. She was wrong. That should be the soul-restraining chain in their hands.
It was similar to the soul-restraining chain in White Impermanence's hands.
White Impermanence's soul-restraining chain could hook out the living soul of a dying person. It could also capture dishonest malicious ghosts.
Although the soul-restraining chain couldn't do anything to dead souls, it could forcefully pull out the souls of humans. It was a necessary tool for every Netherworld's messengers to capture souls.
Shen Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly. "I don't think you two ghosts are Netherworld's messengers, right? Imposters? When did the Netherworld become so weak? "
Hearing Shen Wanqing's words, the fake Netherworld's expression darkened. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows lazily and smiled. In the next second, the fake Netherworld's messenger and the tied-up fake Netherworld's messenger's eyes became filled with fear.
The originally ordinary girl was suddenly surrounded by a terrifying murderous aura. The murderous aura was dense and terrifying.
…
Shen Wanqing threw the soul-restraining chain in her hand to the ground in disdain. When the tied-up fake Netherworld's messenger looked at his companion on the ground, who was beaten black and blue and whose Yin energy had mostly dissipated, he hurriedly swallowed his saliva.
Fortunately, fortunately …
Although it was a little embarrassing to be tied up from the beginning, at least he wasn't beaten up!
The fake Netherworld's messenger thought to himself.
Shen Wanqing sat by the bed and reached out to pat the back of the sleeping baby. At the same time, she raised her eyebrows and asked the two fake Netherworld's messengers.
"Tell me, who sent you here? What do you want to do with this baby?"
The two fake Emissaries of Hell exchanged glances, and neither of them said a word.
Seeing this, Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows. "You're not going to tell me?"
She clicked her tongue and said, "Since you don't want to tell me, then don't blame me."
The fake emissary trembled when he heard the girl's dangerous tone. He said fearfully, "What … what are you trying to do …?!"
Looking at his reaction, it seemed like the trauma of being beaten up wasn't light!
"In hell, you won't be able to say anything even if you want to." Shen Wanqing smiled gently.
The two fake Emissaries of Hell were taken aback when they heard this.
The fake Emissary of Hell that was tied to the side asked in disbelief, "You know someone from Hell?"
"So-so."
Shen Wanqing shrugged. "Since you don't want to tell me, I can only ask White Impermanence to help me."
It just so happened that she was too lazy to interrogate him. When the time came, she would just wait for White Impermanence to interrogate him.
The two of them had worked together twice, and this would be the third time. Every time, she had given him a lot of clues, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to reveal it to her!
With that thought in mind, Shen Wanqing took out a talisman from her arms. The two fake Netherworld's messengers watched as Shen Wanqing chanted an incantation. They didn't know if it was real or fake.
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