A moment later, two big men came outside the villa and took Huang Gongming, who looked reluctant, into the car. Before leaving, Wen Zhong told them to be careful of Huang Gongming, and he felt relieved.

"My friend, there's no problem now."

"There is another one." Wen Zhong thought about it and asked again: "I forgot to ask just now. What should I do with the ghost realm after you suppress the evil realm? Would you ask me to keep launching the ghost realm to trap the evil realm."

The Taoist clapped his hands, and immediately the two disciples behind him brought a box made of gold.

"I wonder if you have heard of Bruce Pi?"

Bruce Pi? A foreigner? I don’t know why Wen Zhong sounded familiar.

"You should have heard of the paper "The Power of Aggressive Ghosts Can't Influence Gold", right?" Jianwen Zhong shook his head, and the Taoist continued to explain, "This is also a necessary survival guide for the supernatural circle."

"It seems to be a little impression." Wen Zhong seemed to have seen this paper when he logged into a special website. Unfortunately, he was in a hurry to go to the night market, so he didn't click to check it out.

Then the Taoist briefly explained to Wen Zhong what it was. It roughly said that the power of ghosts can affect all matter, but it cannot affect gold. The container made of gold can effectively detain evil spirits, but that's all, it cannot be eliminated and killed evil spirits.

"My friend just needs to wait until I suppress the evil spirits, and then use the ghost domain to imprison the evil spirits in this golden box."

"So that's it." Wen Zhong remembered the supernatural events he had experienced before, all of which ended in his own escape. If he could use gold to imprison evil spirits, would there be a different ending?

The five people walked past the courtyard and came to the door of the villa. The Taoist suddenly closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand. He kept pinching and chanting spells. After a while, he opened his eyes and signaled that everyone could go in.

Wen Zhong was a little confused when he saw his hard-working "performance", but after seeing Hu Qiu, he understood a little. He felt that this fake Taoist priest was addicted to acting.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the window on the second floor was blown open. Wen Zhong looked up and saw that the blown curtains seemed to appear a person's outline...

Could it be a ghost?

After being stunned, the rest of the people had already entered the villa. Seeing the Taoist waving to him, Wen Zhong took a deep breath and walked in. But in the end he whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

“Sometimes people like us have no choice.”

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Walking into the entrance hall and passing through a long corridor, several people came to a huge living room.

I saw a complete set of furniture neatly placed in the living room, all of which were luxury brands, including leisure chairs, sofas, and tea tables.

There are several chandeliers hanging above my head. After turning on the lights, the surroundings look particularly weird against the backdrop of the lamps.

"Secretary Hu, it's hard for you to have to spend time with me so late." The Taoist enthusiastically started talking to Huang Keshang's secretary Hu Qiu.

His two apprentices began to "set up" in the house, while Wen Zhong looked around vigilantly, fearing that the evil spirit would suddenly appear in the next second.

"Just call me Xiao Hu, these are all what I should do, you are so polite." Compared to the other few people, Hu Qiu seemed much nervous.

He is an atheist, but he also knows one truth, that is, the sayings of ghosts and gods can be disbelief but cannot be disrespectful. He has been with Huang Keshang for many years, and he has also learned some strange things under his influence.

Since entering this villa, Hu Qiu felt a little strange. It was too clean and there was no dust at all, as if someone lived in it.

But according to his perception, no one has ever been here since the villa was sold by its predecessor. When the Taoist deemed a haunted house, it is even more impossible for someone to come here to clean it. Could it be that there is really a ghost?

When Hu Qiu thought of this, he was shocked and his cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

His performance was naturally seen by Wen Zhong and Taoist, and the two of them also noticed that the house seemed to be clean and excessive, but the murder rules of the evil spirit have not yet been triggered. The enemy is dark and I am bright, so I should observe first and then make the next plan.

Wen Zhong was checking carefully around him. He looked at the decorative oil paintings hanging on the wall and was amazed in his heart because the woman in the painting was so beautiful.

Her long hair shawls and tulle is covered with her, interpreting the definition of beauty to the greatest extent. The painter also makes great contributions, with soft brushstrokes and bright colors. Wen Zhong only feels that this painting is only available in the sky, and it is rare to see it on earth.

Just as Wen Zhong was thinking about touching the woman in the painting, two coughs suddenly came from behind him, and the Taoist was standing behind him at some point.

"If my friend likes oil paintings, then after I finish my work, I will give the few oil paintings of Bi Jia from my family to my friend. How can you see?"

"The Taoist priest was joking. I am a rough man who doesn't understand art. But seeing this woman's beauty, I can't help but take a look at her."

After saying that, the Taoist also looked at the oil painting and was also amazed, saying that he had lived for so long and had never seen such a beautiful woman. If he was ten years younger, even if he spent a lot of money, he would definitely win the smile of a beautiful woman.

Wen Zhong smiled and said nothing, but his vigilance gradually increased. Although this painting did not have supernatural power, it was probably not easy to distract himself in such a dangerous place.

He secretly wrote down the characteristics of the oil painting in his heart, and looked for relevant clues when he had time after he had time.

"Master, the gossip has been prepared to kill evil and subdue demons. Please give me instructions." At this moment, Erjiu, one of the two disciples of the Taoist, shouted.

"Good disciple, next step is to go to the second floor and set up the Four Elephants to kill evil formation." The Taoist nodded with satisfaction, "Four Eight Trigrams, kill evil and subdue demons, and the two formations gather together, and the family can be prosperous."

Wen Zhong was speechless when he watched from the side. He walked to the stairs and silently sighed in his heart that this Taoist man was really cruel.

Suddenly he was suddenly hit from behind, and he looked closely and saw that it was Taoist disciples Erjiu and Yiba, who were taking the array props to go to the second floor.

"Please have some wisdom to see if it's good, don't cause trouble for us." Erjiu looked at Wen Zhong with an impatient look, and Yiba was also smirking from the side.

Seeing their appearance, Wen Zhong smiled and turned sideways and made way out of the stairs. Seeing Wen Zhong so "talkable", the two of them didn't say anything more, leaving only a look of contempt and went upstairs directly.

Although I don’t know why, Wen Zhong was too lazy to pay attention to their lives and death after being targeted by them, and only prayed for them silently in his heart.
Chapter completed!