Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"High energy ahead (

Song Daochang temporarily restrained the yin and evil spirits on her body with Taoist pure Yang skills, so that she was lucky enough to get a life back, and briefly restored to Ching Ming, but only a moment of effort, she seemed to be unable to remember the previous What happened?

It also seemed that she couldn't remember the three people she greeted Song Daochang before and the questions he had asked.

In front of the three of them, the ghost on her body was so bold that she dared not say anything in broad daylight. She actually wanted to harm people while she was speaking, and made it clear that she was going to seal her mouth.

"Niezha! I dare to kill people, I can't keep you!"

Song Daochang snorted sharply, dispelling the original idea of ​​trying to inquire about the origin of the ghost possessing her body from her mouth, and immediately shot his hand, focusing on the center of her eyebrows.

In the sound of ‘pop’, his index and middle fingers, which were close together, knocked on Aunt Wu’s Yin Tang, and his spiritual power came out and cut her brows black.

"what--"

A sharp and hoarse scream sounded from Aunt Wu's mouth, but it was completely opposite to her own voice, as if she was ten years older than her, and it was terrifying and shuddering.

I saw the black air that filled the center of Aunt Wu's eyebrows and was pushed aside heavily by two fingers. Under Song Daochang's fingertips, a golden talisman shadow appeared, reflecting the middle of her hall.

"what……"

The shrill and high-pitched cry became more and more miserable, and Aunt Wu's expression was distorted and ferocious, and the black energy on her body squirmed like a living thing, and finally slowly formed the shadow of a thin old lady on top of her head.

The old lady's face glowed with a creepy yellow, her lips were blue, her eyes were dangled, and she could barely see the whites of her eyes. It was extremely scary to see people.

She put her hands on Aunt Wu’s shoulders, her back arched high like a bow, and half of her body rested on her. The strong ghost spirit escaped from the old lady, staring coldly at her surroundings. People.

Aunt Wu camel over such a thing, but it seemed that she couldn't feel it at all, but under the heavy pressure, her back was more curved, and her drooping chin was almost poking her own belly.

"Song, Song Daochang..."

She couldn't see the scene on her back, but Song Daochang's random finger directly penetrated her three souls and seven souls, causing her to let out a heart-piercing scream.

Lenovo recently lost her mind several times as if she had been caught in an evil spirit. Then she heard her uncontrollable screams. Aunt Wu knew that she might have hired evil spirits no matter how stupid she was, and she immediately pleaded.

"Heaven and earth have a righteous way, and everything has an aura! The five realms and three elements have righteousness, and no demons are allowed to run wild!"

Song Daochang chanted the curse quickly, after the voice fell, he pointed harder--

A light talisman flew out and turned into a huge gold seal to seal down the old hag.

"Ah...Ah...Smelly Taoist...Smelly Taoist...Bad my good deeds..."

Following the old hag's scolding, Aunt Wu heard this sound and also let out a scream of horror:

"Ahhhhh..."

Two screams came and went one after another, and the old hag showed out two black ghost claws pressing on Aunt Wu's shoulders, and desperately grabbed them to Song Daochang.

But before her ghost claw caught it, the rune light had fallen on the ghost woman.

Under the shining golden light, the black energy began to quickly melt away as if it had encountered a natural nemesis.

The scream from the hag's mouth mixed with Aunt Wu's horrified scream, forming a scalp-tingling tone, which hits the eardrums of people.

Fu Yinggai fell on the hag's face, and her body became thin in an instant like the clear mist in the morning sun.

"Smelly... Taoist... bad..."

Before he finished speaking, the screams of golden light burned the black energy, and pierced it all at once.

The ghost's body was instantly pierced by the shadow of the rune, and the shadow of the ghost turned into a thick pool of black water, which fell to the back of Aunt Wu's head and shoulders.

"Ahhhhh..."

Aunt Wu remained screaming and screaming while still hunching her back, shaking her eardrums with tingling pains.

"stop fighting."

Song Changqing was so quarreled by her that she yelled:

"Aunt Wu, it's all right now!"

His shout also contained Taoist righteousness, but in terms of cultivation base, he was much weaker than Song Daochang.

Aunt Wu was so frightened that she couldn't hear him at all. Song Changqing couldn't help but stepped forward and slapped her shoulder hard:

"Aunt Wu!"

This time, he slapped again and slapped him, causing Aunt Wu's chubby body who was in hysterical state to jump up like a spring. The hand swung out vigorously, closing his eyes and shouting:

"Do not touch me!"

She rattled her teeth, her face was blue and yellow, her eyes were tightly closed, and the loose fat on her face was still trembling.

Aunt Wu’s arm hit Song Changqing’s forearm ‘pop’, and after hitting the real thing, she shook all over, and it took a long time as if to react:

"what?"

She squeezed it twice:

"Warm? Not a ghost?" After saying this, she tentatively opened her eyes a gap, and heard Song Changqing's ‘Wow’ and pulled his arm back from her palm:

"Men and women can't accept it, Aunt Wu."

"You brat..." Aunt Wu subconsciously gave him a sip when interrupted by his words.

Without seeing the horrible scene in her imagination, her complexion improved a lot. Before she finished speaking, she straightened her body as if she realized something:

"Hey, all right."

She twisted her shoulders, then turned her neck:

"never mind."

When she was walking earlier, not only was she stooping badly, but her body was heavy and cold, and she often felt out of breath, as if she had a pair of invisible hands pinching her neck.

I can't sleep well at night, and I can't get up during the day. But for a while, I have left a mountain behind my shoulders, all symptoms disappeared, and I got better in an instant.

"Song Daochang, thank you very much for saving me just now, you are really a **** and Daoist!"

As soon as Aunt Wu reacted, she immediately thought of the weird scream that she had made before, and then thought of the words of Song Daochang before and the shadow of the runes he played.

Although she did not look up because of being controlled by ghosts, and did not see the scene where Song Daochang's talisman slayed the ghost woman, it did not prevent her from understanding the fact that Song Daochang saved her life earlier.

Before that, Aunt Wu had married into the village and had been dealing with Taoist masters and apprentices on Yunhu Mountain for many years, and they were familiar with each other.

But she had never thought that Song Daochang had such a real ability, and now she only wished that she could not kneel down and kowtow to Song Daochang to thank him for his life-saving grace.

"I just, what happened to that?"

"You provoke a dirty thing, my master has already sent her away."

Song Changqing was a little proud, and then he changed his hands and saw what was in his palm, and he couldn't help but look disgusted:

"what is this?"

Some dark brown semi-dry mucus remained in his palm, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Song Changqing couldn't help but put his palm to the end of his nose and sniffed, and suddenly the whole person was not good:

"Smelly!"

The stench was like frozen blood and rotting blood. After being nourished by ghost energy, it exuded an uncomfortable, cold and pungent stench, mixed with the resentment of dead people and ghosts, which made people intolerable.

"Aunt Wu, the ghost left behind!"

He remembered that he had reached out and patted her on the shoulder in order to awaken Aunt Wu who was half-deadly scared. At this moment, he fixed his eyes and saw that there was still this slimy brown creamy liquid remaining on Aunt Wu’s shoulder and head. A few drops hung between her hair, just about to hang driplessly.

Song Changqing's words made Aunt Wu, who finally calmed down, frightened again. She hurriedly reached out and touched her shoulders and hair, and she felt a sticky hand.

The fingertips were stained dark brown, she leaned to the end of her nose and let out a fierce retching:

"vomit--"

The smell was a bit like a decayed corpse, mixed with a weird smell, and some resembled the smell of preservatives applied to a dead person.

The slime between her fingers was like a half-dry paste, and when she touched it, a chill rushed directly into the blood of the person, with a sense of malice and malice.

It's strange to say that when Song Changqing hadn't reminded her before, she didn't smell the smell at all.

However, after reminding her at this time, she felt the smell lingering on the end of her nose, making her unbearable for a moment.

Aunt Wu didn't want to thank her any more, and immediately took the veil and wiped her palms, shoulders, and even her hair, but no matter how she wiped it, the stench kept lingering on the end of her nose and couldn't wipe it off.

Thinking of Song Changqing saying that this thing was left by the ghost, she was shaking while wiping, and she was so frightened that she was foaming at the mouth.

Song Daochang glared at the big apprentice, and took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the blue cloth pocket slung on his waist.

Spiritual power turned into real fire through his fingertips and lit the talisman. Song Daochang held the burning talisman and quickly swept it from Aunt Wu's shoulder, back of head and her raised hand.

'laugh! ’

The moment the fire hit the brown slime, it immediately turned into a dark green color, bursting out a strange smell of burnt smell.

The remaining firelight touched the veil in her hand, and saw the veil ‘boom’ into flames and burned. Aunt Wu was so frightened that she let go of her hand in a hurry.

Song Daochang moved as fast as lightning, and quickly retracted, finally pressing the green fire forcefully into Song Changqing's palm.

‘Boo--’

Song Changqing grasped his hand into a fist, and saw the fire light jumping in his palm. In an instant, it turned into a puff of black smoke and escaped from between his fingers.

When he spread his hand out again, the palm of his hand was clean, and there were no traces of dust left, and no scars appeared.

Even the unclean things Song Changqing had previously contaminated were cleaned up all at once, which is really amazing.

His cultivation level was not enough, and the ghost was so extraordinary, even after his death, grievances remained, and it was reflected in his heart.

If you don't try to get rid of it, this yin qi will easily provoke some evil spirits to come, and then it will only increase trouble.

It is not the first time Song Qingxiao has seen people use magic talismans. People in the Fan family love Yufu most, but most of them are Fu Yugui. This is the first time she has seen the method of clearing Yin Qi with talisman paper. Song Changqing glanced at the palm of his hand.

Aunt Wu was a little scared when she saw the fire light before, but Song Daochang moved very fast, and the fire light had disappeared before she felt hurt.

She didn't look at her palm until she saw the dirty mark in Song Changqing's palm disappeared.

I saw that the stain in the palm of her palm that could not be removed no matter how she wiped it had disappeared completely. She leaned to the end of her nose and smelled it, and the foul smell had disappeared.

Aunt Wu had the courage to touch her shoulders, hair and other places. The wet hair and the thick mucus on the shoulders had all become dry.

"Song Daochang, you are truly a god!"

The stench that lingered on the end of her nose had disappeared, and at the same time the chilly feeling that made her shudder, as well as the various feelings that had been haunting her recently, as the rune light swept away, all of them disappeared.

The cold body seemed to start to feel warm again after many days. The cold palms and soles of feet felt more sensations, and Aunt Wu patted her face:

"I'm so much better."

"What happened?" Song Daochang asked.

Aunt Wu made a gesture and respectfully said:

"We talk as we walk."

A bullock cart was parked in the direction she was pointing, and there were seven or eight men and women parked beside the bullock cart. At this time, they looked as if they were awakening from a big dream. I don't know when the three will arrive.

Song Daochang looked at the remaining palpitations and horror in her eyes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and nodded, and took the lead in striding forward.

Everyone got into the bullock cart one after another. The inside of the cart was quite wide. After more than ten people squeezed to sit down, Aunt Wu shivered and began to talk:

"About five days ago, my parents sent a letter from the person who asked me to go back quickly, saying that the situation in Shenzhuang was getting more difficult."

After receiving the letter from her natal family, Aunt Wu was very anxious and quickly packed her bags and went back to her family's house, preparing to tell them that she had invited the three Taoist priests from Yunhu Mountain to Shenzhuang, so as to reassure her parents.

But after returning to her parents' house, Aunt Wu found that something was wrong.

The rich Shenzhuang in the past, although still crowded with people, looked very lively, but gave Aunt Wu a very strange feeling.

"That kind of excitement..."

She tilted her head and racked her brains for a long while, but it seemed that she couldn't tell the reason, and finally suffocated:

"It feels like it is, it's like... watching the shadows of people in a shadow play."

"Like in a dream, no sense of reality?" Song Qingxiao asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Aunt Wu slapped her thigh again and nodded: "That's it, it's like dreaming."

After she said this, she didn't know if she recalled the scene at the time, shuddering violently, and then said:

"I went back to my mother's house, my parents were very good, and I was very surprised to see me go back." Aunt Wu patted the back of her head uncomfortably, her sleeves fell down, revealing the goose bumps on her arms.

"My mother is holding a bowl, feeding my elder brother's grandson to eat..."

These scenes were obviously something she had experienced before. At that time, she didn't think it was any weird. For some reason, when she repeated it in front of a few people at this time, it made Aunt Wu's hair unspeakable.