"This house was left to me by my parents, but because Wu Zijian often comes here to harass me, the villa has been idle after we divorced. Now, I can finally come back."

"Let's go down."

When Wang Mo saw Han Bing feeling in love when he touched the scene, his delicate body was trembling and said quickly.

"Wang Mom, please help me carry the black jar out. I always feel like something inside, it's gloomy."

"Which jar are you talking about?"

In the corner of the secret room, there is a small carved wooden frame. On the wooden frame, there is a thin-neck porcelain jar. The jar is very exquisite, and the black bottle is dotted with some golden flowers, giving people a luxurious feeling.

In fact, when Wang Mo came in, he noticed the black jar with golden flowers, because the entire secret room was empty, and the black jar was placed in the corner, which looked particularly dazzling. However, Wang Mo didn't think much about it, thinking it was a decorative work of art.

The situation is not as simple as Wang Mo thought.

When Wang Fan walked into the jar and subconsciously looked into the jar, he immediately felt a cold feeling, as if a cold wind was coming to his face.

The wind blows on the face!

Wang Mo suddenly realized that when he walked into this secret room, he also felt a yin energy.

Could it be that the Yin Qi is because of this black pot?

What's weird?

Wang Fan picked up the jar and shook it. It was not empty inside, and something was colliding with each other. Wang Fan plucked up the courage to penetrate into the black jar and touched it, and grabbed a gray-white bead from it.

The gray-white beads are carved with some strange words, which are dull in Wang St's hands, but there is a suffocating and cold atmosphere.

" Raise the undead!" Wang Mo was shocked.

"What is the one who raises the dead?"

" Raising the undead is commonly known as raising the ghost. Bingbing, fortunately you didn't live here, and this house has become a shady house."

"Ah..." Han Bing was so scared that she was gloomy.

"Usually, the most basic food for a little ghost is blood. When you first raise a little ghost, you are indeed a very small ghost. The energy you must absorb may be only a drop of blood every day. Gradually, the ghost also grows into a "ghost king", and the blood that must absorb increases. When the talisman master raises a little ghost, part of the use of the talisman can control the behavior of the ghost and the amount of blood it absorbs, so as not to let yourself be backfired."

"Usually, when you put a little ghost on someone else's body, the source of blood absorbed by the little ghost has nothing to do with the talisman master. Instead, it is because it is already on someone else's body, and you can suck blood to the fullest. The basic condition for raising a little ghost is to find the appropriate child who died first."

"A child who died?" Han Bing's first time hearing about these things in the world, his face turned pale.

" Raising a little ghost is also called the soul-catching technique. It is a kind of Maoshan technique. A mage who raises a little ghost with a heart fist will first find out where the boys or virgins died, and at the same time try to obtain their birth date. After the corpse is buried, the head master will sneak to the little boy's grave in the dead of night, burn incense and sacrifice, perform soul-catching technique, and then insert a section of cane cut off from the tree in advance on the grave to allow it to grow naturally.

When the cane grows lushly, the head master who casts the spell will set up the altar again to use the soul-catching technique, so that the soul of the child in the grave will be attached to the vine, and then chant the spell and burn the talisman. After that, he must chant the spell while cutting down a small section of the cane on the grave, and then carve it into a small puppet about an inch and a half tall, and paint the child's facial features with ink and cinnabar.

After the work is completed, the puppets are kept in a small glass bottle. However, before performing this soul-catching technique, most sacrificial masters will successively capture two souls of a man and a woman, and store them in the same glass bottle. It is reported that this method is to prevent the little ghosts who are naturally fun to escape due to loneliness.

In view of this, if you have the chance to see a small glass bottle that allows the ghost to hide, most of them can see two small puppets carved with vines inside, one black and one white.

Most of the time, the little ghosts sleep day and night. When the master is destined, he will first blow a breath into the bottle, chant a spell, wake up the little ghosts, and then instruct them to do things. Unless the master breaks his promise and promises the little ghosts many times that he has not done it, he will obey his orders and will never bargain and will instantly complete the master's instructions."

"Ah..." Han Bing had the illusion of being surrounded by ghosts, and quickly grabbed Wang St.'s clothes.

"If it's just a young child who died, it's better to forget it." Wang Strange smiled bitterly: "The little ghost raised by Wu Zijian is not a little ghost, but an adult dead spirit. Most of them are the souls of people who died under torture. They are made by their skulls when they are on the verge of death. This kind of ghost is even more terrifying and cruel. Moreover, unlike raising a little ghost, raising a dead spirit requires feeding one's own blood..."

"Wu Zijian uses his own blood to feed the undead?"

"Yes, from the moment, Wu Zijian seems to be unable to fully control the undead, and the undead needs more and more blood, and he cannot supply it. In the end, he gave up the undead... Fortunately, you left here at that time. If you accidentally opened this secret room and let the undead run out, you will definitely suck you into a human fuck."

"Is it still in danger now?" Han Bing was frightened and held his weak body against the wall before he did not fall.

"Don't worry, because for many years, this necromancer has no blood replenishment and is already in a state of sleep and will not come out to harm others again. Moreover, if no one adopts it, even if he wakes up, he will be scattered in no time."

Wang St carefully placed the undead bone sculpture on his body.

"Also, this secret room is too yin energy and can easily attract ominous things. You'd better call the decoration team to restore the original state and ventilate and face the sun."

"I'll do it tomorrow. By the way, why do you know so much?" Han Bing asked after pulling his hair.

"I have liked to read some strange books since I was a child. It just so happened that I have read books on raising ghosts. In fact, the soul-catching technique and adult necromancers are just the tip of the iceberg. In some Southeast Asian countries, Maoshan Taoism has evolved into countless methods of raising ghosts, such as the 'head-sucking technique', 'stealing dragon and turning phoenix' and 'soul-chasing bone'. However, these spells are mostly derived from China." Looking at Han Bing's charming hair-lifting action, Wang Stupid.

"It sounds so scary. I didn't expect that there was so much darkness in the world... Wang Stupid, let's go down, I'm afraid..." Although Han Bing is a strong woman, she is a woman after all. When she heard these terrifying things, she showed her fragile side and looked at the hard secret room, and didn't want to stay for a long time.

"Um."

Looking at the delicate and powerless Han Bing, Wang Ba's lustful heart arises again. His hands unconsciously embraced Han Bing's slender waist. Han Bing was kidnapped by Wang Hanchao and was too scared. He was frightened by Wang Ba's ghost story. He was weak and he relied on Wang Ba. Wang Ba's perverted nature would naturally not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He held his plump and delicate arms full of strength.

After Wang Mo knew that Han Bing was not a stone girl, he had been coveting Han Bing's beauty for a long time.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

The sound of Shi Xiaobao practicing flying knives came downstairs.

"Let's sit here." Wang Fan naturally didn't want Shi Xiaobao to destroy his good things.

"Well... I can leave myself."

Only then did Han Bing realize that his plump body was pressed against Wang St. He immediately blushed and gently pushed Wang St. away.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Stun's face was comparable to a city wall. He refused to let go. He forced Han Bing to sit on the sofa in the small hall on the second floor, and still tightly attached to his plump body.

"Wang Stupid, what are you going to do?" Han Bing moved his body.

"I'll leave at dawn."

“Where to go?”

"The world is so great. Isn't there a place for me, Wang Mo, yet? Hehe, by the way, Bingbing, you have to keep my position as a security guard in Liu Da for me."

"You still have to go to work?" Han Bing moved her body again. She felt that Wang Mo was getting tighter and tighter, and her hands were also showing signs of being ready to move.

"As long as my cute Bingbing is still in Liuda, I will come back to work. My duty is to protect Bingbing." Wang Stupidly said.

"I...I will try my best to keep..." Han Bing's face felt a fever, and Wang Stupid words were like ecstasy drugs, which made her fall into it.

"It's not about trying your best, it must be!"

"Yeah...must...no...no...Wang Mo, we are not suitable...no..." Han Bing felt that one of Wang Mo's big hands had already penetrated into the bathrobe, stroked her slender and strong legs, and hurriedly pushed her, but her push was a dose of aphrodisiac for Wang Mo.

"What's wrong with it? Bingbing promised to give me a chance." Wang stupid An Lushan's claws conquered the city and marched towards the full mountain peaks.

"Don't... don't... Wang stupid... Shi Xiaobao is below..." Han Bing groaned and begged.

"Xiaobao is a very focused person. I promise that he can practice flying knives all night." Wang Stupid laughed strangely. He didn't want to let the cooked duck fly away because of changing the battlefield. He and Lu Jiao made such a mistake at the beginning, but in the end, their efforts were in vain.

Wang St had lifted Han Bing's bathrobe, revealing his snow-white skin and amazing curves.

"Ah... what are you... what are you going to do?" Han Bing screamed when she felt the cold air. The remaining trace of clarity made her struggle.

Wang St, two big hands like iron-pliers, held Han Bing's hands tightly, and pressed his whole body heavily against Han Bing's perfect waist and hips.

"You...you let go...let me..." Han Bing had already woken up and struggled violently.

"Bingbing...I...I miss you so much...Don't you miss me?" Wang Stupid shamelessness played an important role at this time, pressing Han Bing tightly, preventing her from straightening her waist, freeing up her hands, and kneading Han Bing's plump body.

After a while, Han Bing was already panting and was still protesting: "Let me go... you let me go... we are really not suitable... I... I'm going to call someone!"

Wang Strange smiled and said, "You scream, let Xiaobao come and see."

As the beauty kept resisting and struggling, Wang Mo clearly smelled a faint fragrance like orchids and musk from Han Bing. The woman's pretty face was forced into a seductive blush due to the invasion of a man, and the tiny beads of sweat were also clearly visible. The elastic waist and hip twists even more teased the man's desire nerves.

Han Bing felt the man's heavy breathing spraying on his ears, and his brain seemed to be lacking in oxygen, and he fell into confusion.

Wang Mo noticed the struggle of the woman under him gradually relaxed and decided to start acting. He held Han Bing's small hands tightly with one of his big hands, and hugged Han Bing's soft and slender waist with the other hand, and began to gently kiss her neck, sometimes licking with his tongue, and sometimes blew gently on Han Bing's ears with his lips, teasing Han Bing's dry heart softly.
Chapter completed!