"Hey, what's the big deal? Just burn these seven corpses."
The director of the house smiled and shouted to the police outside: "Go get some gasoline and burn these seven corpses for me."
Lin Xiaofeng said hurriedly: "Can't burn it."
"Their three souls and seven souls have now become blood gods. Now their corpses are the blood gods' nests. Once the nests are burned, these blood gods will rush out and start killing."
The director of the room also frowned: "Then what do you think we should do?"
"This matter is getting more and more complicated." Lin Xiaofeng frowned deeply: "Director Fang, let someone send Fatty back."
"Fat man, go bring my guy."
Fatty Huang nodded quickly: "Okay."
After Fatty Huang went out, Lin Xiaofeng said: "Director Fang, let the people in this village evacuate first. They stay, and when it gets dark, the Blood God will come out and start killing people."
The director of the house nodded slightly, and then ordered people to let the people living in this village leave for the time being.
"Can you deal with these blood gods?" Director Fang looked at the seven corpses kneeling on the spot and asked with some uneasiness.
"That's embarrassing." Lin Xiaofeng frowned and said, "Let me think about countermeasures first."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out of the adobe house.
In fact, the blood god's spell alone is fine, but what do these seven people do? They are just members of society, or to be more serious, they are kidnappers.
Why did they commit suicide? Although kidnapping an individual is a bad nature, it does not necessarily lead to the death penalty.
But when they were surrounded, they all committed suicide, which was too weird.
Lin Xiaofeng felt that the identity of these guys was by no means as simple as kidnappers.
After walking out of the house, Lin Xiaofeng took out his cell phone and called Master.
The phone rang for a while before being answered.
"Hey, Master, I have something to ask you." Lin Xiaofeng then told what happened.
After listening, Mao Linlong said: "Blood God Curse? Yes, it is indeed the witchcraft of the Jin Dynasty. It seems that this matter should be related to the Shengjin Sect."
"Shengjin Sect?" Lin Xiaofeng asked doubtfully.
"It is a demon sect composed of the remaining wizards after the defeat of the Jin Dynasty. It has been inherited for many years and has been operating in the Heilongjiang area. How could it suddenly go to Chengdu?"
Lin Xiaofeng nodded and said: "I am also very surprised. After all, they kidnapped Xu Xiangyang, but Xu Xiangyang is not from the Yin and Yang Realm. Is it possible that it is related to Xu Xiangyang's father?"
"Be careful. I will ask the Shengjin Sect to find out what is going on. If it is a misunderstanding, I will explain it to them."
After saying that, Mao Linlong hung up the phone.
After Lin Xiaofeng made the call, he found the director of the house.
At this time, the director of the house was also very busy. What was originally just a kidnapping case suddenly escalated into a supernatural case.
The method of handling supernatural cases is completely different from that of kidnapping cases.
"Director of the House, ask someone to help find some cinnabar and the blood of a black dog, preferably a freshly slaughtered black dog, and find a large fishing net that can cover this adobe house."
The director of the room nodded quickly: "Okay, this is no problem."
After saying that, the room director hurriedly ordered people to get busy.
Soon everything was found.
Lin Xiaofeng found a bucket, filled it with black dog blood, then poured a large bag of cinnabar into it, stirred it for a while, and then threw the fishing net into it to soak.
The best way is to seal the seven blood gods tightly in the rough room.
Then find ways to solve them.
Time passed bit by bit, and Fatty Huang quickly rushed back and gave the suitcase to Lin Xiaofeng.
"Fat man, find a rectangular wooden table and ask the director of the house to remove all the police from the village. They will have no effect if they stay." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Fatty Huang was stunned for a while and said, "What do you want a rectangular wooden table for?"
"I want to open a forum." Lin Xiaofeng said looking at the rough house.
"Do you still know how to open a forum?" Huang Fatty asked incredulously.
Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at Fatty Huang. He had never opened an altar before, or the evil spirit was too weak and there was no need to open an altar. When encountering a powerful evil spirit, the time was too short and there was no chance to open an altar.
Lin Xiaofeng said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Get something done quickly."
After everything was prepared, all the policemen withdrew from the village.
Only the director of the room did not leave. He came to the rough house and said to Lin Xiaofeng: "Xiao Lin, how are you preparing?"
At this time, Lin Xiaofeng had already put on Taoist robes.
The wooden table was also covered with a yellow cloth, and the altar was arranged.
There is a small incense burner in the middle of the altar, with candles, paper money, peach wood swords and other objects on both sides, which should be found on the altar.
"It's almost done." Lin Xiaofeng looked at the rough house and said, "Director, don't you step aside?"
The director of the room chuckled and said, "I'm here to broaden my horizons. Why are you avoiding me?"
"Fat man, protect Director Fang later." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Fatty Huang held a money sword in his hand and nodded: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no evil spirit can hurt Director Fang."
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the sky and saw that the sun was very bright. He took out the fishing net soaked in black dog blood, built a ladder, climbed up, and covered the rough house with the fishing net.
This fishing net was completely dyed red at this time.
Lin Xiaofeng returned to the Taoist altar, took out a stick of incense, lit it, bowed around, and said in his mouth: "I'm Lin Xiaofeng, I'm here to get rid of the demons. I also ask all the passing demons and ghosts to leave you alone."
After saying that, he took the paper money and scattered it around.
This is the preparation work before opening the altar, so spend money to avoid disaster.
As long as you give money, generally speaking, the evil spirits around you will not bother you.
Of course, it was broad daylight now, and there were no ghosts, mountain spirits, or monsters. However, this was the rule before the altar was opened, so Lin Xiaofeng sprinkled it around before returning to the altar.
Lin Xiaofeng looked a little serious, picked up the peach wood sword, and said: "Disciple Lin Xiaofeng, today I will open the altar to eliminate evil. I am as urgent as the law! Open the altar!"
As soon as I finished reciting it, the incense candles on the table became more powerful.
"Director Fang, can you find a strong SWAT policeman to come over? Of course, the premise is that he is not afraid of death."
Lin Xiaofeng turned around and asked.
Director Fang frowned slightly, nodded, picked up his cell phone, and made a call. Within two minutes, a 1.8-meter-tall SWAT officer ran over.
"His name is Han Xiuyuan, he is a distant cousin of mine." Director Fang said.
Han Xiu threw it from a distance and saluted Director Fang.
"Han Xiuyuan, will you be scared when you go in later?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
Han Xiuyuan frowned slightly, Director Fang stepped forward and whispered in his ear for a while.