"Human life is indeed destined by God and cannot be changed, but subsequent luck can be changed."
Many masters have transformed themselves into immortals through the practice of Bigu. This is because "my destiny is determined by me and not by God."
There are also ordinary people who make good connections, do good deeds every day, and accumulate yin virtue for themselves, thus changing their bad luck.
Of course, there are also people with evil intentions who are unwilling to work hard and use evil formations to transfer the energy of others to themselves.
Those who are transported will either end up in bed and die early; or they will be poor and have a miserable life.
To be honest, she has never seen someone like Zhang Chengyi get fucked down in one go.
Zheng continued to ask: "Then what should we do now?"
"Destroy the formation first and then talk."
Relying on just one imp alone cannot accomplish the task, a special formation must be set up around the person involved. Once the formation is broken, all problems will be solved.
Shen Qingqing searched around the room and found nothing wrong. Then he checked the layout around the bedroom and found no abnormalities.
This is strange. There is no Feng Shui bureau and no dirty things. Where did those people set up the formation?
Shen Qingqing turned to look at Zhang Chengyi who was lying on the bed, her eyes swept over his weak body, and she muttered for a moment: "Take off your clothes."
Zhang Chengyi: "?"
"Miss Shen, isn't this appropriate?"
Meng Yuan, who was standing by, also looked at her in shock, his mouth twitching, not knowing what to say.
His wife's behavior is too aggressive...
However, Mrs. Zheng moved very quickly. She sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed Zhang Chengyi's clothes and pulled them down. She scolded: "What time has it been? If I ask you to take off your clothes, just take them off. What's the point of being embarrassed?"
Zhang Chengyi raised his head and looked at Shen Qingqing, with his mouth pursed and his face as red as braised prawns, he looked like a frivolous good housewife.
Shen Qingqing coughed awkwardly, turned away and touched Meng Yuan's shoulder, "Forget it, check him for me to see if there are any special charms on him."
After saying that, he walked out of the room and closed the door thoughtfully.
Meng Yuan strode to the bed and looked at him condescendingly: "Take it off yourself, or let me do it."
Zhang Chengyi forced himself to sit up and said, "I'll do it myself."
As he spoke, he untied his belt and took off his shirt, put his left hand on his trousers, and asked him with a troubled expression: "Don't you need to take off your trousers?"
"We'll see again later. I'll check if there are any problems first."
Meng Yuan bent down to examine his exposed upper body. Well, it was too white and a bit thin, not Qingqing's type.
"Brother, this eldest brother?" Zhang Chengyi suppressed his embarrassment and called him twice, "Is there any problem?"
Meng Yuan coughed lightly, "No problem, just turn around and I'll look at your back."
"Oh." Zhang Chengyi did as he was told, his eyes swept over his handsome features, and couldn't help but ask: "Who are you... Miss Shen?"
Meng Yuan lowered his eyelids and gave him a meaningful look, "I am her husband."
After a pause, he added: "My surname is Meng, you should call her Mrs. Meng."
Zhang Chengyi felt as if someone had punched him in the heart, and he murmured in disbelief: "Isn't Miss Shen's husband already dead?"
"That's other people's nonsense."
Meng Yuan replied casually, and when he caught a glimpse of the dark red circular pattern on his back, he looked stern. He quickly turned around and called Shen Qingqing: "I found something. It's a bit like a birthmark on his back."
Shen Qingqing pushed the door open and said as he walked: "Turn around and let me take a look."
Zhang Chengyi was like an eggplant battered by frost. He couldn't care less about being shy and turned around dejectedly, exposing his back.
The pattern is about the size of a palm. The upper part looks like an insect with wings, and the lower part is densely packed with spells. The characters are too small and dense to be recognized at all.
Mrs. Zheng looked anxious and couldn't help but stepped forward and touched it. The skin was flat and smooth, and there was no abnormality at all.
She was a little confused, "What is going on? I remember Chengyi has no birthmark on his body."
Shen Qingqing did not answer, but drew a talisman out of thin air. The pale golden talisman fell on his back, and for a moment, it emitted a brilliant golden light.
The dark red pattern seemed to have been scorched by fire, showing a bright red color, like a stream of flowing blood, as if it was about to break through the skin and gush out at any time.
Zhang Chengyi gritted his teeth and endured the burning pain in his back. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he groaned and passed out.
Zheng screamed and was about to step forward to help someone when the bright red pattern on his back suddenly dimmed and a black winged insect fell out from the pattern.
Shen Qingqing took out a talisman from the bag, threw it into the air, and pinched it with his right hand. The talisman caught fire and instantly burned the black worm to ashes.
Mrs. Zheng helped Zhang Chengyi up, panting and turned to Shen Qingqing: "Qingqing, what's going on with these bugs?"
Shen Qingqing frowned, kicked the black ash that fell to the ground, and said casually: "Poisonous insects specially raised by others."
She had only seen it in ancient books before. Some villages in the south were good at raising various insects. Each insect had different effects. Among them, there was a kind of winged beetle that could burrow into the flesh and change its position to act as a formation.
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Raising both imps and poisonous insects, it seems that the person behind this is still a master.
Shen Qingqing touched her chin, her hand was a little itchy. If she had the chance, she would definitely meet that man to see how much he weighed.
By the way, grab a few poisonous insects to play with and learn a lot.
"Mrs. Zhang, could you please call all the servants in the house over here? Let's play a game of catching the mole, and by the way, catch the kid who is doing harm to others."
Mrs. Zheng looked at Zhang Chengyi who was unconscious in her arms, "What about Chengyi? Is he okay?"
"Don't worry, madam, he will be fine for the time being."
Mrs. Zheng nodded, and then went out to call for people with confidence. After a while, there were twenty or thirty people outside the bedroom.
Mr. Zhang held his little daughter and stood outside the door and complained to Ms. Zheng: "What are you doing? Tangtang hasn't eaten her meal yet."
"Just come when I ask you to come. When you come, just stand there and go. Don't ask any questions."
Mrs. Zheng glanced at him, led her daughter into the room, and asked Shen Qingqing: "Qingqing, these are the only people in my family who are here, please see if there is any problem."
Shen Qingqing lowered her eyes and glanced at the little girl next to her, and her face darkened. There was a yin energy in this little girl, and it was the same as the yin energy in Zhang Chengyi!
"Mrs. Zhang, who is she?"
"My little daughter, Tangtang." Mrs. Zheng saw that her expression was wrong, and she couldn't help but become nervous, "She won't be..."
"No."
Shen Qingqing bent down and met the little girl's eyes, "Tell sister, did you pick up anything strange today?"
The little girl blinked her eyes and looked up at Zheng in confusion.
Mrs. Zheng patted her shoulder and explained: "This sister is here to save your eldest brother. Whatever she asks, you should answer it. Don't hide it."
The little girl nodded and replied in a low voice: "When I was picking up the kite in the back today, I saw my uncle secretly digging soil under the tree."
"After he left, I went over to take a look and dug out a broken earthen jar. It was dark and had nothing in it. It was not interesting, so I threw it back." This chapter has been completed!