Wen Yu couldn't see Ying Chen's expression.
But he could feel the evil spirit crawling under Ying Chen's feet in extreme fear, and every word he uttered was blurred due to the extreme trembling.
What did Ying Chen do to the evil spirit
Why is it so afraid
Just thinking about it, Ying Chen slowly turned towards him.
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and his body sitting on the floor instinctively moved back.
But he saw that Ying Chen's eyes were looking down with a dissipating violence. While meeting his gaze, the violence faded away, and suddenly turned into a look of worry.
"How are you?"
He asked. There was a little hoarse anxiety in the voice.
Wen Yu couldn't figure out Ying Chen's attitude, so he replied instinctively, "I'm fine."
"I'm late, are you scared?"
Ying Chen walked beside the boy in two steps, and slowly squatted down. Looking straight at him also allowed him to see a blue-purple strangle mark on Wen Yu's cold and white young neck.
In the well-versed eyes, violence suddenly surged again. As if afraid of scaring the young man, he turned his gaze slightly, and asked Shen, "Are you going to deal with him, or am I?"
"No, master, don't want it, I was wrong, I was wrong, please, please." Behind Yingchen Kongkuang, the trembling and out-of-tune voice of the evil spirit begging for mercy came out bursts.
Wen Yu was curious as to what Yingchen was doing to it to make the frightening evil spirit tame its fear in the blink of an eye just now.
He looked over Ying Chen's tall and broad shoulders, and landed on the floor where the sound came from, "But, I can't see it."
Ying Chen: "Hand, give it to me."
A sentence is short and concise, deep and mellow. It seemed that there was an irresistible force in it, so Wen Yu stretched out his hand towards the man unconsciously.
As soon as he handed it over, Ying Chen took it and held it tightly.
The cold touch of the man's palm spread to the back of his hand, which also woke Wen Yu up suddenly.
He wanted to take it back instantly, but as soon as he exerted force, Ying Chen's palm also held his hand more tightly: "Didn't you want to see it and deal with him with your own hands?"
Ying Chen took the boy's hand and asked in a low voice.
Wen Yu was at a loss: "Can I see it this way?"
"That's how we can see."
Ying Chen's palm was slightly loosened, and his five fingers were stretched out and inserted staggeredly along the young man's fingers. Holding the two hands turned into a clasping movement of fingers.
Suddenly, it seemed that a barrier was suddenly opened, and the young man's vision suddenly became brighter.
He saw a trembling evil spirit knelt on the empty floor where he couldn't see anything.
Like a middle-aged man. And the appearance and height are completely different from the boy lying on the ground.
Sure enough, it wasn't the boy's soul.
But the evil spirit caught his gaze, and Wen Yu saw the subdued head hanging on the floor slowly lift up, looking towards him.
Their eyes met, and after a close glance at Wen Yu, his body felt chilly and resisted.
On the other hand, the evil spirit's ashen-white face was filled with ferocious fear. Seeing that the boy's eyes were still emotional, Ying Chen raised his finger slightly.
With a sound of 'Peng', the evil spirit slammed its head on the floor again, and its body shook even more violently: "Master, please, please!"
Ying Chen shook his clasped hands, and asked again: "Are you coming, or am I coming?"
Wen Yu: "Is there a difference?"
"He will die even worse if I come."
In the cold voice, the violence that was about to burst out was suppressed.
The evil spirit seemed to have heard the final judgment, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, looking up at Ying Chen longingly: "Master, since I have never made a mistake with you for several years, I beg you to forgive me." It's me this time."
"I made a mistake this time, and it was because I felt sorry for you. You have done so much to this human being, but he didn't!"
The man who was begging for mercy suddenly shut his mouth tightly as if he had been cast with a spell of silence.
And the horror and despair in his eyes were even worse.
He suddenly looked at Wen Yu, and kowtowed to Wen Yu as if he had found a life-saving straw. Then he crawled forward on his knees, trying to hold Wen Yu's feet for help.
Just when his hand was about to touch Wen Yu's ankle, Ying Chen suddenly waved his other hand, and a cold and sharp light flashed out.
"what!!!"
The evil spirit screamed miserably, and its body seemed to be hit by a hurricane head-on, and it fell hard towards the wall, and fell heavily on the floor.
Ying Chen didn't stop, and waved again.
The evil spirit seemed to be attacked by severe pain all over his body, curled up on the floor and struggling in pain, his expression extremely distorted and ferocious. And the miserable and sharp scream rushed around, stinging the eardrum.
It was extremely uncomfortable to hear.
Wen Yu finally understood why Ying Chen would say that the death of the evil spirit would be even worse.
Frowning, he said, "I'll do it. Just, what am I going to do?"
As soon as the words fell, Ying Chen stopped.
"I taught you."
He looked at the boy and said, with a helpless sigh in his tone: "Even if you don't have my mark, your soul has been contaminated with my breath."
"As long as you think about how to deal with him with your heart, he can do anything."
Just like when he took the talisman and pasted it on the boy's face just now, what he thought was to disperse the boy's soul. The evil spirit emanated from the boy's body.
Wen Yu finally understood the reason why he was able to use Taoist Huang He's talisman paper.
But what should be done to get rid of the evil spirits
The evil spirits on the ground were dying and gasping for breath, with expressions of extreme panic before death and their last struggle to survive, "Master Wen, I was wrong, I will never do it again, please give me another chance, I am willing to be your faithful servant"
"Please please don't let my soul die, please"
The soul is gone
Is this a spell to kill an evil spirit
Wen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the evil spirit on the ground, he said this word in his mind.
Suddenly, a stern light suddenly shot out from the palm held by Ying Chen, flying towards the evil spirit.
The evil spirit shouted in terror and trembling: "Master, save me, no, no!"
At the same time that the light in the palm disappeared, the man's sharp voice seemed to be cut off, quietly.
The hostile evil spirit's body slowly rises around like misty smoke.
Wen Yu was shocked: Is this to drive away the evil spirits? It turned out to be that simple.
And Piao Miao gradually smoked, as if it could cut through his chaotic and blank memory.
Some voices clearly penetrated through the scratched memory:
[This is my altar, everything on it belongs to me, and so do you.]
[Little devil, you were also abandoned by the same kind, right? Follow me if you have nowhere to go.]
It's Ying Chen's voice, it's my own memory!
Wen Yu suddenly widened his eyes.
Then, he heard another call: [Little ghost, where are you going?]
Different from the slightly cheerful tone before, it is weak and deep, with anxiety and worry mixed in the middle.
It was also after this call that a strong sense of soreness suddenly surged into his heart, stuffing his chest so hard that he could barely breathe.
Wen Yu's eyes immediately turned red, and his body staggered as if he couldn't stand still.
Ying Chen wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, and asked anxiously: "Little ghost, what's wrong with you?"
It was as thick and slow as the voice he heard in his memory, deep and urgent.