Looking at the calm Bai Han, she was actually so strong that her back was covered in tendon flesh that it had already become cold. Wen Nuo, who was lying on the roof, looked at it carefully and said, "I'm afraid that it can be twisted out of water. It's really, why are you afraid of not being a real soul? It's just an image left before your death, which turned into evil spirits."

The result was the same as Wen Jiu thought. The guy next to the door was indeed not a good person. The evil spirit on his body was a completely overwhelming victory!

Seeing Fu Jiang, who wanted to convey information to the owner from the window, Wen Jiu grinned, and Bai Han's body froze.

The two people who were originally silent outside the room were pulled back to their consciousness by a sudden "boom". Soon the two of them realized that the thunder was not the end but the beginning, as if they were about to split the sky, hovering over the house one after another.

Thinking of the Wenjiu in the room, Wen He was anxious and went forward without thinking about anything and was about to raise his hand to pat the door.

Xing Le, who had been exploring Wen He, was frightened by the movement and quickly grabbed the extremely fair wrist exposed by raising his hand because he was in the office all year round. He spoke up and coaxed: "Master Wen, don't pat, don't pat, it is said that people who do it cannot disturb you. Look at the posture in the sky, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

The sharp eyes swept over Wen He, whose flattering expression was inconsistent with his firm handsome face, pulled out his wrist, snorted coldly at the man next to him, turned around and began to walk back and forth anxiously again.

To be honest, Xing Le, who has always been a little sensible, doesn't know what's going on today. He feels that he should coax the person beside him. The palm that had just clenched Wen He's wrist slowly clenched into a fist and pressed it on his moderately thin lips. He coughed a few times: "Why is the first reaction when he holds it up? Is it because I feel sad?" Lt. Col. Xing was a little uneasy when he thinks of this.

With the sound of a man and a woman closing the door after leaving the door, the man turned around and staggered to the small coffee table in the house, poured himself a cup of cold tea and poured it into his throat.

I didn't expect a fishy and sweet smell to arise, and it quickly flowed out of my mouth, dyeing the light yellow tea into a rose-like color.

The man, who felt his internal organs were tightly pulled, took the talisman paper and wiped his blood. He trembled and drew the words on the clay pot in a mess, one by one.

However, even so, it could not stop the cracks on the clay pot. Beads of sweat as big as beans covered the entire forehead. The man shivered and threw a bowl of virgin blood on the clay pot.

Like a catalyst, the clay pot that had only cracks suddenly exploded. The man with his throat tightened and twisted his body to make a sound to ask for help, but he didn't expect that the person on the other end had already cut off his tongue and throat. His eyes, which were not big, were now wide and rushed towards the closed door.

The man and the woman who fell to the ground and heard the sound came in again, the man had already faced the ground with blood all over his body. He didn't know who killed him.

The sound of falling to the ground caused a man and a woman outside the door to push the door and immediately push in. The two of them, who smelled the bloody smell in the room, showed disgust between their eyebrows and eyes. The woman looked at the broken pottery jar on the public hall, her eyes flashed, and she quickly stepped forward to pinch the man's shoulder, turning the person over effortlessly.

Looking at the man who was still talking just now, his eyes widened and his orifices were bleeding. Even the woman who followed the master and saw enough of these things was a little uncomfortable.

Seeing a young man who looked like a man, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his feet and kicked the man in the chest and said, "Sister, he is dead."

He reached out and patted the man's leather shoes. The woman frowned and looked at her spoiled brother with a angrily voice and said cautiously: "Ah Chong, maybe he will be our future fate!"

"Go!" the man snorted coldly and turned his head and said, "I don't believe it. This thing is just a half-baked thing, so why can you give up the talisman? If it weren't for your insistence on hiding your strength, the master would have valued us a long time ago, and we wouldn't have been watching the door for others now."

The young man, who became more and more angry, did not see his sister's worried expression at all. He just thought that the resistance ahead was gone and his bright future could not help but feel refreshed.

Seeing that his brother couldn't listen to his words, the woman had to frown and thought about taking one step at a time. At worst, she could do all the rituals by herself and all the retribution would be repaid on herself.

Bai Han, who did not need a woman to worry, looked at Wen Jiu's strange behavior without blinking. He clearly didn't see anything, but why was she as weird as if she was pinching someone's neck?

Of course, facing Bai Han's fearful and strong and calm eyes, Wen Jiu said that she had seen too much before, which was not uncommon. At this time, she was just staring at Fu Jiang who was struggling in her hand, and secretly sighed that Zi Qi was indeed a good thing. Fu Jiang only looked like three or four days, and she actually had a body. Although it was not very complete, fortunately she had a neck, and it was enough to pinch it...
Chapter completed!