Zhou Bingqian's hypocritical confession was worthless to Fang Feilang!

He didn't even think about talking to her!

He fiddled with his cell phone with both hands just to avoid talking to her.

"Be careful at your doorstep!"

On the screen, a message from Ning Ruobing popped up.

Fang Feilang almost laughed out loud and couldn't help but look up to the second floor.

I just happened to see a picture of a pretty lady looking over at me with a lot of resentment and jealousy.

Their eyes met, and Ning Ruobing retracted her head as fast as the naked eye could see. She didn't want to see their affectionate relationship!

"It's a bit of trouble to deal with, it's not what you think!"

Fang Feilang typed out this line and when he was about to send it, he thought about it and deleted it all, deliberately teasing her, "I will pay attention!"

This steely man's standard answer made Ning Ruobing almost furious. She didn't even bother to look back. She ran downstairs and, in front of Zhou Bingqian, held Fang Feilang's arm as if to demonstrate.

He cooed and pretended to be intimate, "Husband, isn't this my eldest nephew's girlfriend? Why don't you invite someone to come in and sit down?"

Fang Feilang almost dropped his jaw!

Jealous women really have no brains!

Zhou Bingqian had a sullen face and responded coldly, "Zhao Qiansun and I have broken up a long time ago! My current identity is Fang Feilang's ex-wife and Tuantuan's biological mother! I came to him because I have something important to say. I'm sorry to bother you.

Please avoid it, thank you!"

After saying this, Ning Ruobing was speechless!

But Fang Feilang, who was on the side, picked up the conversation and said, "She is my wife, I won't hide anything from her!"

As soon as the words were said, Ning Ruobing looked so proud, how could he still look like the president of the company? He was just the principal wife who had the upper hand!

"Husband, please take your time and chat, I still have business to do, so I won't accompany you!"

Ning Ruobing blinked at Fang Feilang, and "chirped" at his face, like a dragonfly, and skipped back like a little girl.

Zhou Bingqian's face turned green with anger, and she pretended to confess, "She is so happy! It's all my fault that I don't know how to cherish it, and that's why I ended up like this! I regret it so much..."

About ten minutes later, Wang Deshun came over in a hurry, and upon meeting him, he thrust the talisman in his hand into Fang Feilang's hand.

"Nanping is a witchcraft from Tianzhu. I have never dealt with it before. I only heard from my colleagues that after these things are invited home, once they are worshiped improperly and cannot meet their requirements, they are like enemy creditors who have serious debt collection methods.

right.

They are very selfish! No one can control what they take away!

A heavenly master who forcibly inserts this causal connection will definitely suffer vicious backlash.

I'm older, so I'm not afraid of these things.

It’s just that each magic school and Taoism is different, and the mantras and exorcism methods used are different. It treats the symptoms but not the root cause!

Once there are consequences, the backlash will be even more serious!"

Wang Deshun's heartfelt words made Fang Feilang look embarrassed, "So, only the Azan in black from Tianzhu can completely destroy it with the heart mantra?"

"Yes! You listen to me and put these talismans into the pocket of the child's clothes to protect her from worries for a while! Now go immediately and invite the binding master of Nanping, that is, the black-clothed Azan from Tianzhu, to come and deal with it!"

Foreign monks know how to recite scriptures, and Fang Feilang also understands it. He subconsciously looked at Zhou Bingqian, and before he could say anything, he heard Zhou Bingqian cry out, "The Azan in black is dead! He is here.

There was a car accident last month!”

"The Yin card is an advance of good fortune, allowing you to overdraw everything in advance. If you don't make good offerings later, there will be a bloody disaster! The evil in Nanping even killed the Azan in black who restrained it. What else can we do?"

Wang Deshun sighed, unable to do anything!

If it had been anyone else, he would have been just a bystander. But the person involved was the miracle doctor Fang who saved his son's life! How could he bear to watch?

"Is there no other way?" Fang Feilang still held on to the last trace of fantasy in his heart.

"Yes! You can open your Heavenly Eye and communicate with them! See what it wants! However, my Heavenly Eye has been blinded by the last backlash. I can't help even if I want to!"

Wang Deshun is really anxious! With him as a negative teaching material, none of his colleagues will accept this evil business from outside. What should we do?

"Can you help me open the Sky Eye?" Fang Feilang's words undoubtedly provided Wang Deshun with a new direction, but he still frowned, "I can try, but I'm not sure!"

"Then give it a try!" Fang Feilang looked at Wang Deshun very calmly, "Life and death are determined by fate, success or failure depends on heaven."

After some careful consideration, Wang Deshun nodded, and then said worriedly, "Call Liu Boyer and ask him to come over! He is very lucky, and having him by your side is also a trump card!"

As soon as he said this, Fang Feilang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at him, quite dumbfounded.

After a phone call, Old Liu Fengfeng suddenly appeared, still wearing his bright yellow Tai Chi Bagua Taoist robe, and a piece of jade about the size of his palm around his neck.

"Why is it you again!" Old Liu looked at Zhou Bingqian with a look of disgust, "You are already a poor man, so you are just messing around! You can make a fortune by attracting foreign evil things? Depend on your fate! Depend on your fate! Do you understand? Eight characters

No, if you hold it in and toss around, you can easily kill yourself!"

After finishing his sermon, he proudly raised the beautiful jade on his chest and showed off to Fang Feilang, "My grandfather said that this is the He's Bi that has been passed down from our ancestors! Have you ever heard of the He's Bi? It's the 'completed jade returned to Zhao'"

The He's Bi in the idiom! It was hidden under my house a few years ago and my grandfather dug it out when it was being demolished. It's awesome!"

Zhou Bingqian gave Lao Liu a hard look in her heart. Since he was a master and she had something to ask of him, she could only swallow her anger, break her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

Before the group of four set off, Fang Feilang went upstairs to explain a few words. He also put a dzi bead around his daughter's neck, put the talisman into her pocket, and gave several more instructions.

This time Nanping looks more powerful than last time, he really doesn't dare to take it lightly!

Old Liu arched his lips towards Wang Deshun, "What do you think of this kid's face? Why can't I see through it?"

Wang Deshun squinted his eyes and said nothing. He had revealed so many secrets in the first half of his life that he almost died without one, and now he dared not make false claims.

After some preparations, the four of them set off from Biguiyuan and went straight to Zhou Bingqian's entertainment company, where she had her own dressing room and where the Nanping Yin brand was enshrined.

Today is the weekend, and there are not many people in the company. The group went directly into Zhou Bingqian's dressing room and saw the Nanping Yin brand in the rest room.

What was different from last time was that this Yin card did not produce any black energy at all, at least Fang Feilang couldn't see it.

And the whole atmosphere is completely different from last time.

In the transparent glass cover, there is a frank woman with her legs exposed, her hands covering her cheeks. To outsiders, it looks like nothing more than a carved pendant.

Wang Deshu held a cinnabar pen in his hand, chanting a spell in his mouth, and drew a circle between Fang Feilang's eyebrows. When he reached the center of the circle, he drew a red mark like a flame. Then he squeezed the Thunder Jue with his hand and placed a little on the center of Fang Feilang's eyebrows.

"open!"

Fang Feilang felt that his vision turned from clear to turbid, as blurry as if he were wearing reading glasses. After a while, it turned into a clear and clear vision.

At this time, when I looked at the entire room, it was completely different from when I first entered. Although there was no black air, there was still gray smoke like streamers filling the entire room.

Behind the altar of Nanping Yin Pai, there was a looming image of a long-haired woman. She covered her face with her hands, turned her back to Fang Feilang, and was mumbling something, as if a radio had been disturbed.

Soon, it began to speak slower.

Only then did Fang Feilang hear clearly that she was singing a children's song. The lyrics were very weird and Fang Feilang had never heard of it before.

After all, it is not made in China, so it is impossible for divine songs like Little Swallow to infiltrate.

Is it Tianzhu language?

Why does it sound so copycat?
Chapter completed!