After Liang Ruhua caught her, she slapped Yang Zimei's tender face three times with her fat hands like sunflower fans without mercy, causing her head to buzz and her cheeks to burn with pain.
"Little bitch——"
Liang Ruhua threw her to the ground, cursed and pulled her son away.[
Yang Zimei gritted his teeth and touched his red and swollen cheeks. His black pupils were full of resentment!
She stood up from the ground, returned home, took out seven iron nails from the drawer, and went straight to the ancestral grave of Yang Deming's family on the mountain.
Although Master said that destroying the feng shui of people's ancestral graves is a bad thing, Yang Deming's family are all evil people, and eliminating evil is equivalent to promoting good!
Locating the point where the Yin Qi gathered, she placed seven nails into the Seven Evil Formation, chanted a spell, and drove the nails in.
In the past six months, she has learned a lot of spells, but this is the first time she has practiced them!
After setting up the Seven Evil Formation, she stared again. The originally black and white mist suddenly became extremely turbid and gray, like countless headless flies swarming around the tomb, making it very confusing.
The feng shui here has obviously changed from good luck to bad omen.
If the feng shui of the Yin House can really be related to the misfortunes of living people as Master and Shu Zang said, then the Yang Deming family, you are just waiting for chaos, hum!
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"Well……"
While going down the mountain, Yang Zimei suddenly heard a low sound, similar to a painful groan, coming from the bushes not far away.
She couldn't restrain her curiosity and walked over. Before she even got closer, she felt a cold air coming out, which made her suddenly feel sick to the cold.
This is a barren mountain. Could there be a murder?
She looked around slightly nervously.
It was quiet all around, except for the sound of birds flying in fright.
Just then, a hand hung out from the bushes.
The fingers on this hand were long and the nails were neatly manicured, but they were frighteningly pale.
Have the courage to come closer!
I saw lying inside a young man in black clothes, about fifteen years old, with a slender body, dark hair, pale face, extremely handsome features, eyebrows as sharp as swords, a high nose, and two thin lips stubbornly pressed together.
The long and narrow eyes are slightly closed, and the thick eyelashes are trembling slightly.[
Yang Zimei was confused.
How could such a beautiful young man suddenly appear in this deep mountain and wild forest?
And this cold air emanated from his body.
Forced by the cold air, Yang Zimei took a step back slightly and looked intently -
I saw a hazy layer of black energy covering the head of this beautiful boy. It was indeed the evil energy that entered his brain, causing him to become comatose and painful.
Yang Zimei was wondering whether he should mind his own business or not!
To break the evil spirit, she had to use magic, and she had never practiced it before. What's more, the master said that if you use **** to damage your vitality, the foundation of her vitality is inherently unstable. If the strength is not enough,
May suffer backlash.
Forget it, it's better to go find Master.
She had just taken a few steps when she heard a "pop" sound behind her. When she looked back, she saw the beautiful boy vomiting out a mouthful of red and black blood, and his face was horribly pale.
The evil spirit is about to invade into the heart. If we don't save it, there will be no way to recover.
Even though they were strangers to each other, she really couldn't bear to let such a beautiful young man die. It was such a pity.
