Slide 676
Xie Yiyuan is worried that the ghost king will involve more people, and the side effects of tomorrow's temptation are a bit terrible.
"Do you think Ghost King will get the company's employees?" Xie Yiyuan asked.
Ning Shu nodded, "It's completely possible."
Things like murder and burial can be done, and you don't need to care about killing employees.
Isn't the special Feng Yin not afraid of cause and effect
"It's not going to take a while. I want to arrange the people in the company." Xie Yiyuan said, with a deep depression between his eyebrows.
Some time ago, the Xie family paid a sum of money for the female boss's affairs in order not to make the matter worse.
Xie's father and son were bitter in their mouths, and the baby couldn't tell the kind of bitterness.
"Now is the best time. The Ghost King's strength is weaker than before. Hesitation will only miss the opportunity."
"Now we are on the same boat. The King of Ghosts has put us on the kill list, and no one can escape." Ning Shu said.
Ning Shu checked the cloth wrapped things to see if the talisman paper was damaged.
At noon the next day, when the Yang Qi was at its peak, Ning Shu, the old man and Ge Shishu left.
Riding in Ge Shishu's car, he arrived in front of Song Xihan's apartment.
Ge Shishu rolled down the car window, looked around the apartment, and exclaimed, "It's so dense, the magnetic field around here is messy."
The old man pinched his fingers, divination.
Ning Shu wiped the tears of the bull's eyes on his eyelids and said to the two old men, "I'll knock on the door, and you will follow."
Ning Shu got out of the car and went to the door to ring the doorbell.
Two old men lined up around the house.
"Who is it?" Song Xihan opened the door and saw Ning Shu. He was taken aback. Feng Yin in the room said coldly, "She is a Taoist priest, close the door."
Song Xihan quickly closed the door, Ning Shu pushed it open, got into the room, and the two old men also came in.
Song Xihan saw the three of Ning Shu and was very angry: "What do you mean?"
"Xihan, come here." Feng Yin stood in the living room, his face full of coldness, "I didn't find you, but you came here automatically."
Song Xihan ran to Feng Yin's side and looked at Ning Shu warily, "You are a Taoist priest, are you actually a Taoist priest?"
Song Xihan's paper-white face was full of anger. Thinking of her giving herself a charm, Song Xihan couldn't help but questioned: "You approached me on purpose."
Ning Shu ignored Song Xihan, keeping his eyes on Feng Yin. Feng Yin's soul is now weaker. Before, his soul was solidified like a real person, but now it is a bit transparent.
Having lost the Ghost King Pill and the Jiuyin Ganghuo, Feng Yin is now much easier to deal with than before.
Ning Shu nodded towards the two old men.
With a thick black aura on Feng Yin's body, he turned his head and said to Song Xihan, "Go to the bedroom, don't come out."
Song Xihan clutched Feng Yin tightly, "But I am worried about you."
"It's okay." Feng Yin said, "No one in this world can deal with me."
This is a shocking statement.
Although Song Xihan believed in Feng Yin, but thinking of the blood dripping on Feng Yin's face before, he vaguely understood that Feng Yin was not doing well.
Especially he gave himself the Ghost King Pill.
Song Xihan was so angry that he stood in front of Feng Yin, and yelled at Ning Shu: "Whoever I want to be with, and whoever I like to fall in love with, you nosy Taoists. "
"Selling the slogan of the devil and defending the way, for the sake of the right way, it is really vomiting, I am in love with Feng Yin, what does it matter to you." Song Xihan had a sarcasm on his face.
"It seems that you are doing clean things, and you are so idle to take care of other people's affairs."
Ning Shu heard Song Xihan's tirade, and said coldly: "Who wants to care about whom you fall in love with? You and ghosts and beasts are nothing to do with us."
Your love doesn't want to take a second look, Feng Yin wants to kill them, isn't it allowed to resist
Feng Yin pushed Song Xihan behind him, and looked at Ning Shu coldly, "I thought it was naive to find two helpers to deal with me."
Ning Shu stretched his hand into the cloth bag, took out the talisman paper, clamped it between his fingertips, and chanted the spell, the talisman paper flew towards Feng Yin.
Feng Yin frowned, avoiding the talisman paper.
Ning Shu pinched the Fa Jue, and the talisman paper floated in the air and stuck it towards Feng Yin's body.
The talisman touched Feng Yin's soul body, and a billowing black air emerged from Feng Yin's body.
Feng Yin never understood why this rune paper hurt him. It was not that he hadn't met the Taoist priests, but the rune papers of those Taoist priests were waste paper to him.
When Song Xihan saw the talisman paper on Feng Yin's body, his eyes were red anxiously, and he stretched out his hand to pull the talisman paper off.
Song Xihan, who touched the talisman paper, made a sneer sound, and the air suddenly filled with a smell of burnt.
Song Xihan is also a ghost strictly speaking, and the talisman paper is harmful to her.
"Go in, leave me alone." Feng Yin shouted at Song Xihan with red eyes.
Song Xihan bit her lip, turned and ran into the bedroom.
Ning Shu didn't care about Song Xihan. Without Feng Yin, Song Xihan's fate was still unknown.
The three of them faced each other with a ghost, and the two old men acted, all kinds of exorcism props took turns in the battle, and Feng Yin fluttered away.
Feng Yin watched as he dodged these things lightly, but from another aspect, Feng Yin was very afraid of these things coming into contact with his soul body.
Changing to the previous cool and tyrannical tune, I would not hide at all, and directly abolished these props.
An infinite evil spirit erupted from Feng Yin's body, making the entire room extremely dark, like ink, making it difficult to see the surroundings.
The old man chanted a spell next to him, lit a lamp, and the flames were like beans, but the evil spirit around him slowly dissipated.
Feng Yin sullen face, took the opportunity to pinch Ning Shu's neck, a powerful yin and evil air poured into her body along Feng Yin's cold hands.
Ning Shu felt as if his body had exploded, and his mind was in chaos.
Feng Yin's eyes showed disgust and hatred for Ning Shu, obviously disgusting Ning Shu.
Feng Yin hated this woman most.
"Big girl." The old man looked ugly, and threw the lamp in his hand towards Feng Yin.
Ge Shishu acted on the side to dissipate the black yin and evil spirit in the room.
"You are very courageous and dare to take care of my affairs. There are countless Taoists who have died under my hands." There was blood on Feng Yin's face, dripping down Bai Ruyu's cheeks drop by drop.
"I want to take out your soul, put it in the puppet, let Xihan play with it." Feng Yin said malicious words.
Listening to Feng Yin's words, Ning Shu was really cruel, becoming a puppet, it was really endless pain, pricked with a needle, poke with a knife, or torn off his hands and feet, and drowned in the water.
These pains are extremely real, and the soul has to endure these pains, but it will not really die.
Life is better than death.
(End of this chapter)