"Squeak..."
A mouse the size of a fist crawled across the corner.
I have to say that life in a rich family is good, and even the mice in the house are much stronger than those in ordinary people's homes.
On the corner of the wall on the right side of the gate, there is a newly dug mouse hole, which is no more than two inches horizontally and vertically, just enough to accommodate the mouse in and out.
At this moment, the mouse climbed to the edge of the hole and sniffed, as if it had been frightened by something.
A little man about two inches tall, carrying a spear on his shoulder, struttingly squeezed through the mouse hole, perhaps because his body was too fat, it was difficult to pass through the hole for a while, and it seemed very difficult.
A rustling sound came, which immediately caught Wang Yan's attention. He followed the sound and saw a little man passed through the rat hole and entered the courtyard.
After patting the dust on his body, the little man grew up in the wind, and in an instant he grew as tall as a normal person, holding a spear in his hand, and walking towards the wing behind Wang Yan.
"Dare you thief?"
Seeing this, Wang Yan jumped up from the stool and stabbed with his sword.
This person didn't take him seriously at all. He was such a big living person sitting in the middle, but the other party turned a blind eye, but the goal was very clear.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the seven-star sword flashed coldly, the sword walked with it, and with a sword whistle, it was already close to the strange man.
The other party also seemed to sense the danger, reacted, and hurriedly dodged to avoid, waving a spear in his hand, and stabbed at Wang Yan's head.
Wang Yan withdrew his sword, swung the spear away, and at the same time turned around and slashed diagonally.
This seven-star sword has also been opened, and it can be effective against the enemy, whether it is villains, beasts, or ordinary ghosts.
With a sword in his body, the man knew he was invincible. He threw down the spear, turned around and walked away, shaking his body as he ran, gradually getting smaller and smaller, and wanted to continue escaping from the mouse hole.
Wang Yan stepped up to catch up from behind, and with a sword in the middle, cut him into two pieces on the spot.
Strangely, not a drop of blood came out, and after the corpse landed, it immediately turned into two yellow sheets of paper.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of paper cut into a human shape.
For no reason, Wang Yan's mind came to the master's trick back then, cutting a piece of white paper into the shape of the moon, hanging it on the wall to emit moonlight, throwing a chopstick, and directly turning into a dancing palace maid.
The scene in front of him was quite similar to the spell he used back then.
If he missed a hit, the person behind the scene would definitely not let it go. Wang Yan continued to sit back on the stool and waited quietly.
Sure enough, a moment later, a shirtless upper body, covered with knotted muscles, and a green-faced and fangs-looking evil spirit, holding a ghost-headed sword, kicked open the door with one foot, and strode toward the courtyard.
Such a big movement outside naturally disturbed the sleeping Yu Renxia and his wife in the wing room. They didn't have time to put on their clothes. They looked outside through the crack of the door.
Yu Renxia was trembling all over, hugging his wife tightly, flustered.
Fortunately, their mansion is not in the downtown area, and the surrounding private houses are relatively far apart. Right now, in the middle of the night, the people are all asleep, and even if they hear some movement in the distance, they will not be disturbed.
The only one who can call them up is probably to set fire to the house.
As for the servants and maids in the house, because the master gave a death order, those who were not affected continued to sleep, and those who were awakened did not dare to go out.
Compared with the paper figurine who came in from the mouse hole before, the evil ghost in front of him was obviously more powerful and more difficult to deal with.
"One Sword Sovereign"
The ghost-headed sword in his hand was extremely heavy, and he slashed violently according to Wang Yan. Wang Yan's seven-star sword was too fragile, so he did not dare to take it hard.
After a few rounds, the opponent was forced to take a few steps back.
Wang Yan's heart was agitated, he threw away the sword, mobilized his dantian energy to condense in his palms, and suddenly waved towards the evil ghost.
"Boom..."
A thunder exploded, and the applause of five thunders shook the sky.
The evil ghost was smashed to pieces on the spot, and sawdust flew. It turned out to be just a puppet carved in the shape of a ghost, only half a person tall.
"Are these tricks? I thought they were so powerful!"
Wang Yan retracted his palms, turned around, and spat.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled.
A Rakshasa taller than the wall, nearly two feet, holding a steel fork and breathing smoke, appeared in Wang Yan's line of sight.
With every step, the ground trembled.
"Is it annoying? It's boring to keep doing it like this!"
With an angry rebuke, Wang Yan didn't bother to confront him closely. After praying, his mind moved, and the Chongxiao sword rose into the sky, red light filled the air.
With a sword whistle, the Chongxiao sword was like a restrained thunder, and it passed through Rakshasa's body in an instant, and then returned to the sword bag on its own.
This sword is as fast as a shooting star, almost in the blink of an eye.
It's a pity that this Rakshasa just appeared on the stage, and without a move, a hole was pierced in the chest by the flying sword, and the original shape was immediately revealed.
This time, it was a stone statue that was as tall as one person.
Such spells are not very clever, but they are not ordinary. It is still difficult for ordinary practitioners to perform them.
Before he understood it, he might still find it miraculous, just like Master's mysterious technique back then. When he really understood it deeply, he would know the mystery of it, and naturally he would not be surprised.
Three attacks, each stronger than the last, each time was cracked by Wang Yan.
But this also made Wang Yan wonder, what kind of hatred did the person behind the scenes have with his brother-in-law? Even with this vicious sorcery, he had to be put to death.
In addition, is the person behind the spell casting the fortune-teller
If he really wants to harm his brother-in-law, then there is no need to remind him in advance. Besides, he can have such a profound Taoism. It is not easy to practice.
Among them, there must be some hidden secrets.
Fortunately, after the Rakshasa passed, there was no movement, so until the east turned white, no other abnormal events occurred.
It's a pity that the person behind the scenes didn't show up, and it's unknown whether the other party will stop just like this, but no matter what, Wang Yan told him to be careful recently.
If there is any situation, or if you think of someone who may harm him, you can notify yourself as soon as possible.
Yu Renxia was obedient, and kept all his instructions in his heart. After all, he saw the battle last night, and he was so impressed with this brother-in-law in his heart.
When the sky was bright, Wang Yan packed up and first let Yu Renxia lead him to the Temple of the Golden Flower Empress to see if he could find the fortune teller.
Unfortunately, the stall is gone.
Think about it too, if this matter is really related to him, it is estimated that he would have run away long ago, how could he still be there waiting for them!
Even so, Yu Renxia still instructed the servants around him to pay more attention to this place, and specially squatted here, in case the blind cat meets the dead mouse
Without continuing to consume it, Wang Yan then returned to the Yu residence. Before the matter was resolved, Yu Renxia was likely to be assassinated again, and he had to deal with it carefully.
So he just sent someone back and told his wife that he would not go back today, so he would stay in the residence temporarily.
After arranging the room, Wang Yan returned to his wing room, put the sword bag on the top of the desk, and respectfully put on a scented stick.
This is a rule and a respect for Feijian!