Shang Yun's voice suddenly rose a lot, and the three monks were frightened when they heard it, but they still had to maintain their unpredictable and upright appearance.

"They...they are now attacked by evil spirits. That's why we are so insistent on helping them remove the evil spirits from their bodies. Otherwise, the lives of these two girls will be in danger."

The middle-aged monk still spoke categorically, speaking for the good of Yuan Yue and the others.

"Get rid of the evil spirits? Okay, since you said so, let's get rid of the evil spirits from their bodies now. Why do we have to take them away? After all, the situation is already so urgent, shouldn't we save people immediately? Why do we still have to save them immediately?

Are you thinking of taking people away quietly?"

Shang Yun continued to question, the anger in his voice almost unstoppable.

"How...how can this evil spirit be easily eliminated?"

This middle-aged monk is obviously a veteran of martial arts. After a little panic caused by being suddenly interrupted and stopped, he quickly stabilized and spoke the words he had already prepared and memorized silently.

Said it out.

"Once this evil spirit leaves a person's body, it will continue to look for other hosts. There are so many people in the tavern. How can I do something here to drive away the evil spirit for these two girls? Wouldn't that save these two girls?

Girl, have you harmed two people here again? I am a compassionate monk, how could I do such a thoughtless thing?"

The middle-aged monk seemed to be very confident and spoke.

"Ah? That evil spirit will find another host? That's too scary!"

"Yes, yes, it's a good thing that these masters didn't do anything here, otherwise wouldn't we be in trouble?"

"That's right, I don't think these masters are bad people. Has this young man misunderstood?"

The people in the tavern heard what the middle-aged monk said and couldn't help but discuss it. Most of them chose to believe these three men dressed as monks.

"Misunderstanding? Humph!"

Shang Yun snorted coldly,

"That psychedelic spell...who cast it on the two of them?"

He lowered his head slightly, raised his eyes upward, and glared at the middle-aged monk and asked. That expression made him look a bit sinister in his life.

"What...what, the psychedelic spell, how could you, how could you..."

The middle-aged monk was frightened. He never thought that his psychedelic spell would be discovered. You must know that not everyone knows or understands this psychedelic spell, and there are even fewer people who can cast it.

There are very few. If anyone knows this ancient and evil psychedelic spell, then they must be an old man. But the young man in front of me actually knows the magic of psychedelic spell.

It was really beyond his expectation.

Shang Yun naturally knew that he had not misunderstood anything, because from the moment he entered this tavern, he had already felt that someone was casting a psychedelic spell here. At first, he did not know that Yuan Yue and the others were used in this psychedelic spell.

It took him a while to find the situation on Yuan Yue's side.

He saw Yuan Yue and Shu Qing being entangled by three men who didn't look like serious monks. Then they got up obediently and followed them to leave, so he immediately stepped forward to stop them from leaving.

The average person may not know what the concept of this psychedelic spell is and what it is used for, but those who understand these spells know very well how terrifying this psychedelic spell is. In fact, the psychedelic spell

It is generally used in relatively large and serious cases, because most of those who are proficient in psychedelic spells will instigate others to kill and set fires.

Think about it, if a person has a huge hatred for another person and must solve the hatred of the other person, then he can use the psychedelic spell he is proficient in to control a person who has nothing to do with his enemy.

.You can let him kill people, you can let him set fire, you can let him do whatever the person wants. This relationship between use and being used is so terrifying.

For example, a person may take a nap, only to find himself standing among a pile of corpses with blood on his body and face after getting up. In this situation, all normal people would probably be frightened crazy.

These three monks cast this ancient psychedelic spell on Yuan Yue and Shu Qing. They must not have said they wanted to drive away evil spirits from the two girls, but had other motives.

"How could I? Why couldn't I? The psychedelic spell is a very ancient technique. There are very few people who can use it, so many ordinary spiritual practitioners don't know it, right? What do you want to say?

This is it, right?"

Shang Yun looked at the middle-aged monk's expression and suddenly relaxed. He knew that he had said exactly what the middle-aged monk was thinking. They were now thinking about how to exchange words with him and how to erase the doubts in themselves.

"But you deserve your misfortune. Although this psychedelic spell is almost lost, I know how to do it."

Just as he said this, Shang Yun suddenly attacked the timid young monk next to the middle-aged monk.

He first took out his dagger and planned to make a wound on the young man's hand. Unfortunately, the young monk was not a vegetarian either. He raised one hand to resist Shang Yun's attack. The other hand

He wanted to counterattack Shang Yun. But he didn't expect that Shang Yun had already prepared. The spiritual power in his body suddenly climbed onto the young man's wrist like a flexible rope. Shang Yun tugged on the young monk's wrist, and the young monk jerked violently.

He staggered forward for a moment, and then when he regained consciousness, Shang Yun had cut a small gash in his palm, and blood was flowing out.

Before the other two monks could react in time, Shang Yun took out a blank piece of talisman paper from his arms, and then the young monk's blood drew a psychedelic incantation on it, and then he said

Just after reciting a few sentences silently, the scratched young monk began to act abnormally.

I saw that the young monk's eyes were dull, as if he had no feeling for the influence and stimulation of the outside world, as if his soul had been taken out, which is very similar to the current state of Yuan Yue and Shu Qing.

"Now you walk out of the tavern, onto the street, and then..."

Having said this, Shang Yun suddenly sneered and stared at the young monk with an indescribable cold light in his eyes, which made the ordinary people present tremble slightly.

"Go kill yourself!"
Chapter completed!