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"Papa papa!"
After Liang Ruhua caught her, she mercilessly slapped Yang Zimei's immature face three times with her fat hand like a sunflower fan, causing her head to buzz and her cheeks to burn.
"Little bitch—"
Liang Ruhua threw her on the ground, and dragged her son away cursing.
Yang Zimei gritted her teeth and touched her red and swollen cheeks. Her black pupils were full of resentment!
She stood up from the ground, went home, took out seven iron nails from the drawer, and went straight to the ancestral grave of Yang Deming's family on the mountain.
Although the master said that destroying the feng shui of people's ancestral graves is a thing that damages the morality, but Yang Deming's family is all villains, and eliminating evil is tantamount to promoting good!
Finding the hole where the Yin Qi gathered, she arranged seven nails into a formation of seven evil spirits, and drove the nails down while chanting a mantra.
In the past six months, she has learned a lot of spells, but this is the first time she has practiced them!
After setting up the seven evil formations, she stared again, and the original black and white mist suddenly became extremely cloudy and gray, like countless headless flies, strewn about on the tomb, very chaotic.
The feng shui here has obviously changed from good luck to bad omen.
If the feng shui of the yin house can really be related to the misfortune and good fortune of the living as the master and the master said, then the Yang Deming family, you just wait for chaos, hmph!
"Well… "
When descending the mountain, Yang Zimei suddenly heard a low sound that resembled a painful moan from the bushes not far away.
She couldn't restrain her curiosity and walked over. Before she got close, she felt a cold air emanating from it, which made her feel cold suddenly.
This is a barren mountain, is there a murder case
She looked around nervously.
It was quiet all around, only the sound of birds flying.
Just then, a hand hangs from the bushes.
The fingers of this hand were long and the nails were manicured, but they were frighteningly pale.
Have the courage to approach!
I saw a slender black-clothed boy about fifteen years old lying inside, with black hair and pale face, but extremely handsome features, brows sharp like swords, nose high, and two thin lips stubbornly pursed. The long and narrow eyes were slightly closed, and the thick and long eyelashes were trembling slightly.
Yang Zimei was puzzled.
In this deep mountain and wild forest, how could such a beautiful boy suddenly appear
And this chilly air emanated from his body.
Forced by the cold air, Yang Zimei took a step back and stared at——
I saw a hazy layer of black air covering the top of the handsome boy's head, and it really was the dark air entering his brain, which made him unconscious and painful.
Yang Zimei was wondering whether she should meddle in her own business!
To decipher the evil spirit, one must use spells, and she has never practiced it before. What's more, the master said that if it is used to damage the vitality, her vitality will not be stable at all. If the strength is not enough, May suffer backlash.
Forget it, it's better to find the master.
She had just walked a few steps when she heard a "poof" from behind. Looking back, she saw the beautiful boy spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his face was terribly pale.
The evil spirit is about to invade into the lungs, if it is not rescued, there will be no power to recover.
Even though she was a stranger, she really couldn't bear to let such a beautiful young man go to heaven, that would be a pity.