I'm in Horror World, Taoism Exorcism

Chen Feng shook his head, pointed at Zhang Ping: "Get him away, don't delay my business.

"Understood, Mr. Chen."

The security guard agreed, waved his hand, and the two Zhuang An went over, picked up Zhang Ping and left.

"Let me go, let me down, let me go..."

Zhang Ping yelled loudly, but it had no effect.

Several security guards dragged him directly to the parking lot and threw him to the ground.

Several security guards glared at him: "Come on, if you dare to disturb Mr. Chen again, we won't be so polite.

Zhang Ping was a little surprised, he didn't expect these security guards to be so respectful and respectful to Chen Feng.

Faced with the pressure from these white security guards, Zhang Ping was really a little scared.

Even more scared than when facing Chen Feng.

Some people are like this, they can't do it in the nest, and when they get out of the nest, the "six-six" immediately loosens.

Zhang Ping looked in the direction of Xiaofengdu with some reluctance, and a security guard stood directly in front of him, blocking his sight, and clenched his fists loudly: "Hurry up.

Zhang Ping shrank his neck, walked to his car, opened the door helplessly and sat in.

Several security guards also kept watching his car leave before turning back.

At the gate of Xiaofengdu, several security guards asked Chen Feng for credit: "The gentleman has been sent away."

Chen Feng nodded: "Thank you for your hard work.

"Mr. Chen, you're welcome." After receiving Chen Feng's praise, the security guards all smiled happily.

They didn't dare to stay any longer, and after saying a few words, they left one after another.

After the tourists saw that there was no excitement to see, they had already dispersed.

Chen Feng looked at An Qi: "Let's go, it's time for us to set off."

Zhang Ping left Hollywood Boulevard full of anger and resentment, and drove to his home.

"What, I pooh..."

"Isn't he just an exorcist? Isn't he just good at catching ghosts? What's the big deal?"

"If I can survive this time, let's see how I mess with you."

"It's time to see how you film."

"It's said that ghosts are afraid of evil people. Come on, let me see if it's you or me."

Zhang Ping was cursing while driving, his tone full of resentment and resentment.

After more than half an hour, he returned to his apartment.

When something like this happened, he must have no intention of going to work, so he asked for a few days off to stay at home.

After returning home, he turned on all the lights and TV in the house.

Although it was evening and it was not completely dark yet, Zhang Ping still felt that the lights and sounds could give him a sense of security.

Zhang Ping took out a newspaper, turned to the advertisement page, found the phone number of an exorcist, and called it.

There are many exorcists, and they will advertise in newspapers.

It turned out that Chen Feng also had a similar idea.

However, he has not yet started to implement it, and he has become famous directly, so naturally there is no need for it.

"Hello, is this Master McGrady? I have encountered some supernatural events here, and I need you to come and take a look.

"Money is not a problem, as long as it can be handled for me, it is definitely not a problem."

"Okay, please come here immediately, the sooner the better, the address is..."

Zhang Ping hung up the phone and waited quietly for the exorcist to come.

During this period, he closed the curtains, locked the door, took out a baseball bat and held it tightly in his hand, sat at the door, staring at the door, for fear that the door would move by itself.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound outside the house.

Zhang Ping jumped up instantly.

After a while, I realized that it was the doorbell ringing.

He wiped his forehead and found that his head was covered with sweat.

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door, and looked inside through the peephole first.

After a while, he relaxed a little and opened the door.

The door opened, and Zhang Ping saw a middle-aged man with a beard standing outside, Zhang Ping asked, "Is it Master McGrady?"

The bearded man nodded and was about to speak, but his eyes fixed on Zhang Ping all of a sudden.

His face changed: "I can't solve your problem, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Master McGrady turned around and left.

Zhang Ping called repeatedly, but the other party didn't show any intention of stopping.

boom!

Zhang Ping closed the door forcefully, cursing: "What kind of bullshit masters, they are like this every time, they leave as soon as they see me, is there a ghost on me?"

"It's all liars, liars..."

Zhang Ping kicked the trash can away at home, and he didn't care about the trash flying everywhere.

What Zhang Ping didn't know was that there were already two uninvited guests in his home.

Chen Feng and An Qi hid themselves and watched all this from the sidelines.

At this time, An Qi, who was held by Chen Feng, said, "That exorcist is quite capable, and he can see Zhang Ping's problems at a glance."

An Qi's voice was condensed into a beam through magic, and passed into Chen Feng's ears. Except for Chen Feng, no one else could hear it at all.

This is the sound transmission into secrets in martial arts novels.

It was just a novelist's invention.

But now, Chen Feng and An Qi easily displayed it.

After the strength reaches a certain level, some imaginary abilities can easily become reality.

Chen Feng is even simpler, directly transmitting the voice with his spiritual sense: "The death energy in Zhang Ping's body is already so strong that it is about to overflow. Anyone with a little bit of experience can see that this person is hopeless."

To save him, you will only put yourself in.

An exorcist is also a human being, and it is impossible to sacrifice himself in order to save others.

An Qi continued to transmit the sound into the secret: "It can make Zhang Ping's body so full of death, this time the ghost will definitely not be too simple."

Chen Feng nodded: "Indeed, the ghost this time is indeed not an ordinary ghost. It is not an exaggeration to say that 4.2 kills people."

Angie: "You haven't seen it before, how do you know?"

Chen Feng smiled: "Guess.

An Qi rolled her eyes, every time Chen Feng used the same rhetoric.

But it turned out afterwards that he was right.

Angie: "Have you been divining?"

Chen Feng's smile deepened, neither admitting nor denying, like a scumbag.

An Qi: "Forget it, I won't tell you this. If we stand here like this, will that ghost dare not come?"

Chen Feng: "Don't worry, I'm hiding the aura of the two of us, unless the other party's strength is stronger than mine, otherwise they won't find us."

An Qi felt relieved when she heard that, she didn't want to miss this excitement.

An Qi wanted to ask something more, but Chen Feng's voice suddenly sounded in her mind: "Here we are."