Ten times is a million.
Jiang Mengran's eyes lit up, and he didn't care that Murong Yunqing was a violent maniac, so he walked in with a compass.
He found that the pointer of the compass was constantly swinging around as if stimulated.
His heart sank, he murmured inwardly that it was not good, and hurriedly took out the prayer beads and muttered something.
Seeing this scene, Yang Zimei sneered.
She couldn't see any vitality protection on Master Jiang Mengran, and what's more, the spells he chanted were not spells at all, but some nonsense.
I really didn't expect that this well-known master Jiang was just like her last life, a magic stick who was deceived and abducted, and she was also a high-level magic stick. I couldn't understand why so many rich fools were fooled by him. Send so much hexagram gold.
The outer spirits, invisible to the naked eye and only visible to her heavenly eyes, got out of Murong Yunqing's body as soon as they felt the beads, and rushed towards Jiang Mengran.
These external spirits may have been extremely resentful when they died that day, so the evil spirits were extremely fierce.
Snapped-
The string of Buddhist beads in Jiang Mengran's hand suddenly snapped off and scattered all over the ground with a tinkling sound.
He strongly felt the sudden chill, which made his hair stand on end, as if many people were pulling his clothes, causing his clothes to crack with a hiss.
He was startled and waved the compass in his hand.
Although he was a liar, the compass was genuine and contained a lot of auspicious instruments.
Those spirits were quite afraid of the compass, and driven by him, they turned to Murong Yunqing again, tearing at his body.
Jiang Mengran, who was freed, hurried out of the house with a look of horror on his face. He lost one of his shoes, his clothes were messed up, and he looked embarrassed.
Mrs. Murong, Xiao Qiang and others looked at each other in blank dismay.
As a physiognomist, shouldn't ghosts be afraid of him
Why is he afraid of ghosts
Xiao Qiang stepped forward to block Jiang Mengran's way, "Master Jiang, since there are ghosts inside, hurry up and drive away the ghosts, what are you running for?"
Seeing this, Yang Zimei moved her fingers slightly, drawing a bit of evil spirit to Jiang Mengran's knees and back.
Jiang Mengran suddenly felt his back go cold, he was terrified, and wanted to move his legs to continue running, but unexpectedly, his legs froze suddenly, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Go away, go away, dead ghost, don't pester me, don't pester me, the debtor has the debt..." He kept waving his hands and shouting, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, as ridiculous as that looked.
A fool can see at this time that he is not a real master of exorcism, but a liar.
And the reason why he was able to deceive those people before was because he had a large group of people who specialize in collecting customer information and backgrounds, because if you want to see him, you must make an appointment one month in advance. What can't be checked clearly
When people saw that he was so accurate about his information, they thought he was really a fortune teller.
In addition, his compass and Buddhist beads have been passed down through eighteen generations, and they are a lucky charm to exorcise evil spirits. Simple yin and evil spirits can drive away, so he is deified.
Now, Murong Yunqing's sinister aura here is not ordinary, it is formed by the accumulation of resentment formed by the external spirits of the Three Elements and Five Realms. The evil aura is so strong that it frightens him.
Xiao Qiang looked helplessly at Mrs. Murong, "Old lady, what should I do?"
Mrs. Murong stomped her feet, her eyes fell on Yang Zimei, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, "Didn't you invite her here? Let her go in and have a look."