unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 211 Failure
Song Yu's fighting methods were insidious, including scratching, scratching and gouging. He Shen's face was brightened by the beating. He Shen shouted to several theatergoers for help and pulled Song Yu away first.

Su Mian stepped forward with a smile and lifted Song Yu away: "I didn't interfere. You can only blame yourself if you lose."

He Shen got up in disgrace, thinking that without Su Mian's help Song Yu was just a sick cat, but he didn't expect that she was so skillful with her dirty tricks.

She even picked up his crotch, which was so shameless.

He could only say angrily: "You don't follow martial ethics."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "I'm just asking if you are convinced, and if you dare to ask for my ghost charm again."

He Shen muttered: "The emperor is still taking turns to sit. It's just such a charm and we can't take turns to put it on our body."

Song Yu snorted: "Let's wait until you are about to die."

He Shen lay down on the ground on the spot: "I can't do it anymore."

Gu Beiqi covered his face, as if his old face had been completely disgraced by He Shen.

Li Bi felt that one piece of talisman paper was indeed not enough, but for a sick man like Zhongliqing, God opened his eyes to get one. He was really sad: "If it doesn't work, let's go and find out if there are any psychics."

Gu Beiqi felt that this suggestion was useless: "Psychic people are not carrots and cabbages, they can be found just by digging in the ground."

Even if there are other people besides Zhong Liqing who are channeling, it is hard to say whether they are dead or alive.

Not everyone can be the emperor's nephew like Zhong Liqing if his health is too poor.

To draw a ghost talisman, you not only need to be able to come and go freely in the underworld, but you also have to use so much Yin Qi that Song Yu can't do anything even if he borrows Qi.

Song Yu hid the treasure talisman and waved his little hand: "You should wait for me to channel the spirit. Wait for me to eat and live with Zhong Liqing for a few years. Channeling the spirit is not a dream."

He Shen sneered: "If you want to eat and drink for free, just say so."

Song Yu didn't say anything, just rubbed a snowball and stuffed it through his collar.

Su Mian thought to himself that these people, each one more boring and useless than the last, could still be ghost hunters. It was like God was going to kill me.

He grabbed a handful of coins and was about to go out to buy hot water for tea. As soon as he reached the door, he saw someone throwing a large roll of paper on the ground: "What is this... a map?"

It was really a map sent by Kang Ming. When he saw a fight inside at the door, he threw the map away and ran away without even thinking about it.

Song Yu stretched out his frozen red claws and wanted to take a screenshot of the picture: "It's the latest one."

Gu Beiqi saw that her paws were covered with mud and snow, so he grabbed the picture before her: "Are you going to see the changes in the mass grave?"

Li Biwei came over and took a look: "No change."

The mass graves have indeed remained unchanged, and the entire West City Gate has not been greatly affected.

Song Yu wiped his hands, grabbed the drawings and spread them on the table: "If you pull one... it will cause pain all over your body, but it doesn't necessarily mean that the mass grave will change. That's what you say."

Su Mian saw that she was talking nonsense and looked like she was very smart, so she rolled her eyes and went out to buy hot water.

It was because Gu Beiqi didn't learn enough lessons, and tried to fill her mind with more ink: "It's one thing that affects the whole body."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Song Yu looked at the map carefully.

From the perspective of the entire Bianjing, there has not been much change due to the earthquake, but there is a small mountain range that is not very eye-catching, which was divided into two due to the earthquake, cutting off the Cai River.

As a result, Cai River has an extra tributary, which surrounds the entire west of the city like an arm.

In addition to the rockery and flowing water they had built in the mass grave before, after the earthquake, the mass grave turned into a feng shui surrounded by mountains and water.

Although the surrounding mountains and water are not perfect, it is just a small feng shui trend, but it is enough to suppress that crack.

Song Yu was amazed at what he saw and put down the map, thinking that it was really God's calculations that were not as good as those of humans.

There is a truth to the checks and balances of heaven. Even if Xiao tried to think about it, he never expected that this change would occur.

Now everything is moving in a good direction, the ghost spell is in place, the cracks have been suppressed, and I can be free again for a while.

It's hard to say what strange moves Yan and Wanlan Sect will come up with.

At this time, Wanlan Sect also held such a map in his hand and sat under the porch of Saoyudu.

Because of the earthquake, it was also affected here, and the head that was taken down from the hanging was nowhere to be seen.

But the place did not become lively because of this. Instead, there were children tied one after another under the porch.

These children are the food of Jiuding in Wanlan Sect.

Zhang Yong laid out the chessboard: "Failed again."

"Yes."

As he was raised, Wan Lanzong's face became more and more lifeless, and his two eyes were completely turned into tombstones, lifeless. That baby face looked very contradictory and irreconcilable with the aura on his body.

Failure, unbearable failure.

Song Yu is just a lowly guy who doesn't even know a few characters. What's so great about him!
She only wants to eat, only wants to get married, only wants to be rich, and her head is empty. She can't even be called a human, she should be regarded as a beast.

He couldn't kill a wild dog?
Wan Lanzong couldn't understand.

The more he couldn't understand, the angrier he became. He picked up a shivering little girl with one hand, sneered, and pressed hard on the little girl's chest before she had grown up.

It's hateful, why is he always so unhappy? Apart from the powerful old Phoenix, there isn't even a lady around him.

The little girl did not dare to cry loudly. The tears on her face were not dry. She was so frightened that she rolled her eyes and fainted.

Wan Lanzong held the limp child and said to Zhang Yong: "Actually, I am a person who likes children very much. It's a pity that most of them will grow into garbage and lose all the cute qualities of childhood."

Zhang Yong also felt that he was a little crazy, and worried that he would eat him if he didn't agree with him, so he said cautiously: "Do you want to say that a qualified person has to start from a baby?"

"No."

Wan Lanzong shook his head, black air floated, swallowing the unconscious little girl.

"It should be destroyed from the source so that they have no chance to grow up."

Some of the other children piled together couldn't help crying, but they quickly suppressed their cries.

Don't cry, you will die faster if you cry.

Zhang Yong forcibly controlled himself not to escape. Jiuding's aura made his legs tremble a little.

Working with the Wanlan Sect always gave him the feeling of trying to steal the skin of a tiger.

"But as a human being, it is very rare for you to hate your own kind so much."

Wan Lanzong sat down: "What I hate is not people, but rubbish. Rubbish like Song Yu, you have to know that the real face of people is almost ugly. This kind of ugliness will breed countless evils, so I They need to be washed.”

Zhang Yong ignored his words.

Their cooperation is only temporary, and there will never be the possibility of peaceful coexistence, whether human or spiritual.

There can only be one winner in this world.

However, the wisdom he had learned for many years told him that he could conspire with this madman to deal with Song Yu and his gang.

(End of this chapter)