This gilt pot was his favorite. Legend has it that this gilt pot was dug out from the tomb of a queen. It was particularly beautiful.
But Ning Yu spoke up. He was optimistic about his wife's illness, and Ren Xian also spoke big words. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if he didn't give it to her now?
"Okay, since you like it, I'll give it to you..."
Ren Xian sighed helplessly and said.
Then he winked at a servant, and the servant left in a hurry.
After a while, the servant came out with a gilt kettle.
"Ning Yu, this gilt pot is priceless, you must keep it well!"
Ren Xian took the gold-plated kettle and reluctantly sent it to Ning Yu.
Ning Yu nodded slightly and didn't say a word, but the expression on his face had already become excited.
After taking the gilt pot, Ning Yu directly put the ghost in the porcelain bottle into the gilt pot, then told Ren Xian goodbye and wanted to leave.
But just as Ning Yu was about to leave, he was stopped by Chen Ping.
"Actually, you know how to control souls, so it has nothing to do with me. But if you use this skill to harm others, I have to take care of it!"
Chen Ping said calmly.
When Chen Ping said the words "Soul Control Technique", Ning Yu's originally proud face was obviously startled, and even the corners of Ren Sicong's eyes twitched.
"Who do you think you are, you dare to stop Ning Yu!"
Ren Sicong stepped forward and asked Chen Ping angrily.
"Mr. Chen, what are you doing?"
Sun Simiao asked carefully when he saw that Chen Ping stopped Ning Yu and said something he didn't understand.
"Mr. Chen, how did Ning Yu offend you? I can apologize to you on his behalf, but you stopped him. What does this mean?"
Ren Xian also spoke. Although he still called Mr. Chen, his tone was obviously unhappy.
After all, Ning Yu had just taken care of his wife's illness, and Chen Ping stopped Ning Yu in front of him. This was too much.
"You don't understand what I mean, but he must understand!"
Chen Ping smiled slightly at Ning Yu and suddenly grabbed the gilt pot in Ning Yu's hand.
Ning Yu was stunned and quickly retreated.
At the same time, when Ren Sicong saw that Chen Ping actually attacked Ning Yu, his face became angry and he punched Chen Ping hard.
"Sicong, don't do anything!"
When Sun Simiao saw Ren Sicong attacking Chen Ping, he hurriedly shouted and stood in front of Chen Ping.
"Master Sun, you brought this person here, right? Do you feel that you have lost face and deliberately followed Ning Yu to find trouble?"
Ren Sicong stopped his hand and asked Sun Simiao.
At this time, Sun Simiao didn't know what Chen Ping meant. He could only look back at Chen Ping and asked: "Mr. Chen, what are you doing?"
Sun Simiao felt that Chen Ping was not that kind of petty person and would definitely not attack Ning Yu for this reason.
"Since you all want to know, then I'll let you see clearly!"
After Chen Ping finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hands and fired a spell at an extremely fast speed. A white light flashed in the room, and everyone was shocked.
Ren Sicong's mother was even more frightened and screamed, because they saw countless black mist floating in the room, and the black mist kept changing its shape, like a ghost, baring its teeth and claws.
This black mist is exactly the same as what Ning Yu put into the porcelain vase just now, but now there are too many, filling the entire room.
Now, except for Chen Ping and Na Ning Yu, everyone's frightened faces changed color. Even Sun Simiao, who was very experienced and well-educated, was frightened by the scene in front of him and his whole body was shaking.
