Huang Li was secretly surprised when he saw her look like she was going crazy with just one move and was wearing a strong man's uniform with incomparable supernatural power.
Now, seeing her lifting A Bao, who was almost half the size of her height and weight, like a stuffed doll, I felt even more frightened.
"Let me do it!"
Xue Hu stretched out her hand and took Abao from her hand.
Yang Zimei didn't give in.
"Xue Hu, he has been possessed by the spirit of resentment for thousands of years, and has been fused with his own soul. How should we deal with it?"
Yang Zimei asked Xuehu.
In fact, she is an extremely lazy and dependent person.
Now that Xue Hu, a much more powerful demon than her, was here, she was too lazy to think about how to solve the problem, and instead relied on Xue Hu.
"I have no choice, you handle this matter!"
Xue Hu saw through her little intention of being lazy and replied.
Yang Zimei rolled her eyes at him.
Really, it's really boring for a demon with great magic power to not know how to deal with people who are possessed by the spirit of resentment.
Of course, she also knew that it was his intention.
Yang Zimei looked at Abao a little embarrassed.
If you are possessed by other souls, just drive them away.
However, this was an unusual resentment integrated into her soul. For her, it was really a difficult problem, something she had never heard of or seen before.
If this resentment is not cleared away in time, Po may be in danger, and his original soul will be completely eaten away.
She could only take out her magic weapon, the small clock, and start ringing next to A Bao.
Who knows, it won't do much.
Maybe it's because there are different differences between the spirit of resentment and the spirit of evil.
Yang Zimei cast spells on Abao and put ninety-nine and eighty-one spells on him, but there was still no way to deal with the resentment.
"Hahahaha, don't waste time. If you want me to die, it's easy, just kill him."
Abao was laughing shrilly, with a sinister and proud look on his face.
Yang Zimei slapped him in the face angrily.
"Ouch!"
He screamed sharply.
Yang Zimei's eyes lit up and he found a way.
If it cannot be driven away by external force alone, then let it escape on its own.
Thinking of this, a sinister smile formed on her lips, and she took out her silver needle from the storage ring.
He picked up eighteen silver needles and inserted them into Abao's eighteen acupuncture points.
Although you will not die if you are stabbed in these eighteen acupuncture points, the pain will be so painful that it would be worse than death.
This is a cruel acupuncture method invented by cruel officials in the past, called "Ghost Crying and God Howling". As long as you are stabbed, your whole body will feel like your bones and flesh are being torn apart, and you will be in unbearable pain.
Yang Zimei couldn't believe that this resentful spirit could withstand such severe pain.
Sure enough, when the silver needle was pricked, Abao screamed piteously, making the listeners' skin crawl and their hair stand on end.
The resentment lasted for a full hour, but finally it couldn't be endured anymore, and it broke free from Abao's soul and wanted to escape.
As soon as it escaped from Abao's body, Yang Zimei immediately opened the Qiankun bag that he had prepared long ago, took it inside, and affixed the strongest confinement charm on it.
Abao's true soul regained consciousness, and the severe pain in his body caused him to wail like a slaughtering pig again.
However, this wailing was finally not the terrifying female voice just now, but replaced by his original male voice.
Yang Zimei took back the eighteen silver needles.
The pain in A Bao's body disappeared, but he was too weak and fainted.