In the secluded alley, the figure hit the wall and bounced to the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of the mouth and speckled red plum blossoms blooming on the ground.
Li Yuanshan raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up with difficulty against the wall. At this time, there was not much thinking in his mind. The maintenance of the spell was interrupted, causing him to suffer the backlash of the magic power, which made his already low cultivation worse.
The pain is unbearable for the body.
"This madman..."
He took out a dagger from his sleeve, with an inscription engraved on it. It was a gift from his master back then. An ordinary sword could easily tear the armor. He stared at the crazy old man who was messing with the altar, slowly approached him, and stabbed out
In an instant, the old man with his back turned suddenly dodged, jumped sideways to the table, and pushed his hair back.
"Brother, this is your fault."
"Long-word——"
Li Yuanshan pulled away the dagger in his hand, and the crazy old man hurriedly dodged again. The moment he hit the wall, his body was immediately submerged in it, causing a burst of screams from the house on the other side of the wall.
Suddenly, the crazy old man on the wall stuck his head out and shook his head towards Li Yuanshan opposite.
"Hey, hey, hey, it didn't hit!"
The man was stunned for a moment while holding the magic weapon, and then he realized that the other person was a Taoist, and his Taoism was obviously much higher than his. He was even more unsure whether the other person was pretending to be stupid or really crazy.
The dagger he held hung down. Li Yuanshan took two steps back without any intention of continuing. He turned around and walked towards the altar. Over there, seeing that the opponent stopped fighting, the crazy old man jumped out of the wall, still unfinished.
"Why don't you fight..."
"I have met your apprentice."
While the crazy old man was speaking, the other party was also speaking. The old man suddenly stopped speaking and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Really? You know where my apprentice is. Come on, take me there... Ouch, something will prick me."
The crazy old man lowered his gaze. A dagger was inserted into his abdomen. Blood seeped through the cloth and fell quickly drop by drop.
"You...stab me...hiss..." The old man covered the wound, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and he stumbled against the wall. Li Yuanshan silently pulled out the magic weapon,
Without looking at the crazy old man on the ground, he took the black talisman on the table and turned around and walked out of the alley. While walking in the fog, he took out a few pills and poured them into his mouth. He raised his head and swallowed them hard.
"There's not much time left..."
"Son... Dad has done all the rest so that he can be worthy of you."
"No one in that family will have an easy time."
The long street is covered with white mist. In the direction where the walking lone figure is heading, you can vaguely see the Liu Mansion's lanterns lighting up in the mist. The mist is filled with smoke, climbing up the walls, and slowly creeping in through the gaps in the courtyard door.
In front of the Feng Shui wall, Liu Yuanwai and others were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground. They felt that their legs could no longer control themselves. They just looked at the huge long face above the door, and the other party's gray eyes were staring directly at them.
The servants, maids, and nurses in the front yard heard the noise and rushed over. Then they screamed "Ah!" and ran around, or sat down on the ground, too scared to move.
"Ghost...Ghost!"
"Mother..."
"Master, master...run quickly."
The people who arrived dispersed in a hurry, and the remaining legs were too weak to walk. They covered their eyes and cried. More than thirty people over there reacted in shock, rolling around and crawling on the troupe. The man leaned against
.
At this time, Old Man Zhao and his three senior brothers realized that in the entire crowd, only Chen Yuan was still standing there. Member Liu gasped and swallowed his saliva.
"Little brother...Master...do you know what that is? And my son..."
"Dirty mistake."
Chen Yuan stared at the face above the door. He felt the coldness coming over him. He felt uncomfortable. His body was trembling slightly in his robe. However, the lights were dim and it was difficult for others to notice.
"...Before, I couldn't tell whether it was a soul-enchanting talisman, but I was sure after I saw it coming out."
Just by hearing the name of the soul-enchanting talisman, you can tell what it is about. Liu Yuanwai forced himself to stand up and gritted his teeth: "I will go to Bo Yuan's room and find the talisman and burn it."
"Can't burn!"
Chen Yuan moved his fingers, thinking that the story in the book must not be solved so easily, otherwise the old monk would not be written about it. He quickly stopped Liu Yuanwai: "You can't burn it. If you burn that talisman, maybe
Your son will die immediately. And the talisman may not be found."
She tightened her grip on the Guan Gong wooden carving and quietly hid behind her. Chen Yuan stared at the sinister sign on the door and lowered her voice.
"Commissioner, please find a way to find a box and put this in it."
As he spoke, the wooden sculpture behind him fell to the ground. Chen Yuan stepped back with his heels and lightly kicked them to the old man's feet. He then stepped forward to cover up his previous actions and took a few steps forward.
He kept looking at the other party, actually thinking of a way, what a coincidence, even though it should be from the City God's Temple, it was not something Chen Yuan could handle. Maybe the other party didn't put a person like him who only had half a foot into the practice at all.
In eyes.
etc......
Since we have the city god’s order, why can’t we enter?
Thinking of this, Chen Yuan's mind suddenly seemed to be opened. He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, squeezed out a smile, and raised his hand towards the Yin Cha at the door.
"Mortal Chen Yuan has seen evil things happen."
"Open the door!" The gloomy long face on the door did not open his mouth, but a low voice sounded like a roar from behind the door, showing no intention of talking to Chen Yuan.
"The door can't be opened, and you can't get in, right?"
Chen Yuan's heart was beating wildly. Since the other party didn't accept his words, he simply exposed it directly. There was no room for maneuver. He lowered his hand and continued: "If you really obey the city god's order, you can't enter the mortal mansion. You
You’ve been knocking on the door and forcing people out, but you’re eager to hunt down someone’s soul?”
There was no sound from behind the door, and the long gray face above stared intently at the young man who spoke.
Seeing that it was speechless, Chen Yuan's heart almost rose to her throat. When she heard the footsteps creeping up behind her, she took a deep breath and continued:
"The young master of the Liu family is not dead yet, and his life span is naturally not over. Even if the city god comes here, he should wait until the time comes before locking him up. In my opinion, you accepted someone else's job and got some benefits?"
Before the shady person on the door could speak, Chen Yuan quickly added: "The other party has benefits, and I may not have any. I hope to accept them, and let the young master of the Liu family go for the time being."
As he said that, he took the gift box handed from behind. The box was one and a half feet long and exquisitely and luxuriously packaged. It seemed that Liu Yuan was very understanding. Chen Yuan held the gift box and walked step by step to the stone steps in front of the courtyard gate.
The long face of the head was getting closer and closer, and his heart was jumping into his throat. He lowered his head slightly and respectfully raised the gift box above his head to offer it.
"Please accept it with a smile."
Those who are good at inviting ghost servants usually have to offer sacrifices, which ordinary people can get, usually longevity. There is a faint smell of incense in the gift box, which makes the long face above the door have a slight expression.
The dull voice was not as low as before.
"Throw it up."
"yes."
The gift box plus the wood carving wasn't too heavy, so he tossed it lightly in Chen Yuan's hand, jumped high into the air and landed on the tiles in front of the door.
Over there, the long gray face opened his mouth slightly and blew out a breath. Suddenly, there was a dark wind in the courtyard. The red satin tied to the gift box untied itself. His slender fingers gently fiddled with the edge of the gift box and opened the lid with some anticipation.
What leaped into view was a one-foot wooden sculpture in golden armor and green robes lying inside. The moment he felt the Yin Qi, the eyes of the wood sculpture burst out with blue light and shot straight out, nailed to Yin Zai's forehead, and Yin Qi suddenly overflowed and emitted.
The sound of 'ZZZZ'.
"Ahh——"
The tall, thin and slender figure covered his face and stumbled back. Chen Yuan's palms clenched tightly, but he still raised his voice: "The majestic City God's subordinate is a shady man who is good at accepting bribes from the mortal world. He used mortal souls in vain. Today is just a small punishment."
, if you do it again in the future, I will personally write the paper and burn it in front of the City God's throne, please leave as soon as possible!"
"Uh ah ah..."
The Yin Chai covered his face and swayed in the fog. He thought that he was injured by that blow. Hearing Chen Yuan Zhongzheng's words, he looked back and his figure quickly disappeared into the fog. The sound of the iron chains gradually faded away, spreading around him.
The overflowing mist slowly gathered at this time, shrinking back into the courtyard wall and behind the crack in the door.
Chen Yuan carefully opened the courtyard door and picked up the wooden sculptures left on the ground. The fog on the street in front of him was gradually dissipating. He felt more at ease. He turned back and saw a group of people opposite him looking at him at a loss.