There was no better way at the moment, so Xia Shang could only try Ji Zi's talisman.
When Yu Ji put on the amulet, she seemed to be about to wake up but fell into a deep coma.
Yu Ji's condition was not good, her body was cold and her brows were furrowed. Although she was in a coma, she could feel that she was suffering inside at this moment.
His eyes fell on Yoshiko again, and Yoshiko also frowned, a little worried: "I don't know what the situation is, so don't try it. After all, I have never encountered such a situation, and my father told me everything."
Xia Shang hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "There is no other way but to wrong Yu Ji."
Considering that this amulet was made by Jizi's father, Xia Shang was more willing to believe that the amulet was effective.
After all, Xia Shang once saw with his own eyes the contact talisman left by Donghuang to Jizi, which could transmit images thousands of miles away, and just an image conveyed indescribable pressure. Such a character has long transcended the shackles of the world. The talisman he made
How can something be ordinary?
In the remaining time, Xia Shang began to think about his next plan and whether Jizi would stay or go.
It's obviously not appropriate to leave Jizi here, but he was even found in Yunxiang Tower. Where else in the capital can he be safe?
Just as I was thinking about it, gentle footsteps came from outside.
With Hong Qi in front and Chun Jiao behind, they arrived in front of Xia Shang.
Hong Qi said: "My lord, the person you are looking for has arrived. Please take your time and chat."
Xia Shang's eyes fell on Chunjiao: "Why are we here so soon?"
Chunjiao didn't answer immediately. She looked at Yu Ji lying on the bed. After Hong Qi had gone away, she said: "I found that Yu Ji was a little strange, so I sent someone to observe her secretly. I got news that she suddenly returned to Yunxiang Tower. Something was wrong.
I was so surprised that I rushed over, and I met the little beggar on the way. He said it was an adult who was looking for me, so I followed him."
With that said, Chunjiao came to Yu Ji and looked at her: "What on earth is going on?"
Xia Shang told Chunjiao what he had experienced and his speculations.
"Voodoo spells? Japanese wizards..." Chunjiao frowned, "These are all things that appear in legends and stories. How could they appear in the capital? Sir, is this witchcraft the same as Miao Jiang's voodoo magic?
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Xia Shang had already thought about this problem. Although these two abilities both have the ability to control the human body, they are essentially different.
Gu magic controls the human body through voodoo insects
, can do things that people don't want to do against their will, and use threats to make people who are heavily poisoned listen to orders.
Witchcraft is different. Witchcraft directly controls people's minds, making them lose their ability to think and being completely manipulated by others.
Comparing the two, it is obvious that witchcraft is more dangerous.
The person being controlled will become a puppet like a walking zombie.
Now that Yu Ji has been tricked, it is always unsettling not to know what will happen next.
After learning about Yu Ji's situation, Chunjiao quickly understood why she felt a little weird when she saw Yu Ji yesterday.
"Now that even Yu Ji has been tricked, we cannot rule out that no one else in the Metropolitan Procuratorate is also controlled. We must carefully observe everyone's behavior in the future to avoid similar situations."
Chunjiao nodded: "What should Yu Ji do now?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Ji, who was in a deep coma, suddenly screamed in pain, and a lot of black blood came out of the corner of her mouth.
Everyone's attention in the room fell on Yu Ji.
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There is an oppressive heaviness to the night on Beggars Street. It seems that even the moonlight cannot penetrate the street. The night here seems always darker than elsewhere.
The garbage piles that can be seen everywhere on the street exude all kinds of unpleasant smells. The beggars who have grown up in the decay have become one with it all. As long as they lie still, it seems that the whole street is empty.
"Ahem..." A dry cough broke the silence of Beggar Street.
When the familiar copper-headed iron mask appeared at the street entrance, countless figures moved around on the endless pile of garbage, and soon gathered on both sides of the street.
The beggars who had been doing nothing all day, eating and waiting to die, were extremely solemn at this time, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like pilgrims.
No one can imagine that there is a unique dynasty of night on the inconspicuous street. The rickety figure walking slowly is the real king of this dark night.
Tonight was no different from usual. Zhang Kui walked silently step by step, leaning on a cane and leaning forward as if he might fall at any moment.
However, everyone here knows that if anyone dares to underestimate this old man who may fall at any time, his end will be extremely miserable.
Zhang Kui was used to seeing thousands of beggars kneeling before him, but after taking a few steps calmly, his steps suddenly stopped.
The beggars around also stopped, which has never happened before.
Everyone is staring at Zhang Kui
, all a little nervous.
The whole Beggar Street became quiet.
It was this sudden silence that made some extremely subtle sounds hidden nearby become prominent.
Suddenly, Zhang Kui in the middle of the street waved his hand, and an ordinary wooden crutch shot towards the crowd on the left like lightning.
The beggars around him were shocked and scattered quickly.
I don't know what kind of blind thing annoyed the gang leader.
But they soon realized that things were not what they thought.
The crutch actually passed through the crowd and landed on the wall beside the street...
If the gang leader really wants to kill someone among them, there is no way this cane will be left empty.
When the crutch fell on the wall, it was like a pair of soft soil, directly penetrating the courtyard wall without any cracks on the wall.
However, just a few seconds after the crutch was inserted into the wall, a trace of blood slowly seeped out from the breach in the wall, as if someone had been stabbed behind the wall.
In the darkness, the scene of blood seeping from the wall looked a bit strange, and the beggars around him couldn't help but take a few steps back.
These people's reaction was correct, but they did not retreat far enough.
After just a few seconds, several black shadows seeped out from the wall.
These beggars were right, it was indeed seeping out of the wall.
They had never seen such a weird scene in their lives. How could a person come out through the wall?
While they were still thinking, the black shadows seeping out from the wall suddenly fired countless pitch-black knives. Suddenly, screams were heard everywhere, and a dozen beggars died in front of them.
Zhang Kui had already rushed over, with a black ink-like Qi, like the god of death under the moon. Just a strong pressure made the beggars lie on the ground.
The beggars all lay down, and a dark shadow appeared in front of Zhang Kui's eyes.
He grabbed it in the air with one hand, and the crutch stuck in the wall suddenly flew back, causing the entire wall to collapse.
However, several black figures a little in front of the wall were not buried by the collapsed wall, but disappeared like smoke and dust.
Zhang Kui, who was dressed in bronze, didn't know what his expression was, but he didn't stop moving. He took the crutch and pointed in the air.
A ray of black energy rushed out from the crutch, and with a loud bang, the wall in front was blown to pieces. At the same time, there were several screams, and the corpses of the previous black figures were added to the ruins.