The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 52: Double Swords, Teammates are in trouble.
"Bitch, how dare you ruin my good thing!"

A crude, vicious and cruel curse came out of Shen Peng's mouth, echoing in the small bedroom.

Mrs. Shen's scream was on the tip of her tongue, but Shen Qinghe covered her mouth with his hand and dragged her back two steps with a serious expression.

The thing speaking in front of him is definitely not his son!
Shen Peng stared at Lang Jiuchuan, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, as terrifying and ferocious as a devil, with a murderous look in his eyes, as if he wanted to rush over and tear Lang Jiuchuan to pieces.

He came out of the spirit platform and released the tiger king's threat: "How dare you be so presumptuous!"

Lang Jiuchuan can only be bullied by it. Who the hell is this thing? How dare it scold her?

As the domineering and ferocious evil spirit came out, a gust of wind instantly blew up in the house, rushing straight towards the evil spirit emanating from Shen Peng.

Lang Jiuchuan curled his lips for a rare moment. When necessary, the white tiger did not hide aside to watch the fun and eat for free. If there was something going on, it would really come forward.

Very good, this is the teammate she wants!
Jiang Che is the descendant of the mythical beast White Tiger. He has been practicing for five hundred years and has become quite accomplished. If it were not for his bad luck and failure in overcoming the calamity, a mythical beast would have emerged here and become the great ruler.

It failed to withstand the thunder tribulation when it was undergoing the tribulation, and only a wisp of spiritual consciousness remained. However, its kingly dominance would not disappear because of this, especially as it did not know who had given it the guidance and opportunity, and it had been repaired by the power of will. Even though its strength was not as good as when it was undergoing the tribulation, it was still strong enough to intimidate many monsters and evil spirits.

Now that its momentum was released, it directly entangled with the black and red evil aura.

Invisible air waves raged in the house.

Shen Qinghe hugged Mrs. Shen tightly, both of them looked pale and had difficulty breathing.

Lang Jiuchuan saw this and did not delay, nor did she engage in verbal confrontation with the evil spirit. With a thought, the Emperor Bell in her hand seemed to come alive and began to ring rhythmically.

One voice after another.

It seems to come from ancient times, deep and long.

Shen Peng held his head with both hands and roared in pain: "Two against one, shameless bastards!"

It wanted to resist, but the sound of the bell was like a devil's voice that devoured it, and the ferocity of the white tiger directly crushed its aura.

Lang Jiuchuan shook the Emperor Bell with one hand and held the talisman between the fingertips of the other hand. She turned her wrist and the talisman flew in her hand and fell into the ash water in front of the Buddha beside her.

When the talisman falls into water, fire will spontaneously ignite.

After a flash of golden light, the originally turbid gray water in front of the Buddha became extremely clear.

"Give your son some water."

When Shen Qinghe heard Lang Jiuchuan's instructions, he quickly let go of Mrs. Shen, picked up the bowl, and walked forward hesitantly. Will he spill the water when his son looked at him as if he were an enemy?

As if seeing his hesitation, the murderous aura pulled Shen Peng's hands back, making him unable to move.

"Fill!"

When Shen Qinghe saw this, he became ruthless. He pinched his son's mouth and poured the bowl of water in his hand into his son's mouth.

Gurgling.

Shen Peng's face was ferocious and he howled towards the sky. Black evil energy mixed with blood jumped out of his mouth and tried to escape like a snake. He leaped up and opened his big mouth to swallow it all.

Although it is a gloomy energy, it can be digested by itself with the power of will.

Jiang Che licked his lips and didn't notice Lang Jiuchuan's disgusted look.

As the evil energy dissipated from Shen Peng's body, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell backwards softly, his eyes closed, his face as pale as gold paper.

"Peng'er."

Mrs. Shen rushed over in horror.

Shen Qinghe hugged him directly, leaned him against his arms, and looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a questioning look in his eyes.

"You won't die, that's good." Lang Jiuchuan's expression was no different from Shen Qinghe's. After all, she had made some big moves. Wouldn't that consume her mental energy?

Shen Qinghe and the others felt that these words were harsh, but they felt relieved. Mrs. Shen saw that the house was calm and peaceful, not as eerie and scary as before, so she asked, "Has that thing left my son?"

"Yeah." Lang Jiuchuan looked at her with bright eyes: "My son is fine, so Madam, you should pay the price."

What?
Mrs. Shen was stunned, and Shen Qinghe's expression changed immediately: "Can I..."

"No." Lang Jiuchuan stared at him and said, "If you regret, you will be retaliated."

Mrs. Shen waved her hand quickly: "I won't regret it."

Lang Jiuchuan was satisfied, took out the judge's pen, and said, "Then I will collect my reward."

Mrs. Shen was a little confused. She subconsciously glanced at the judge's pen, feeling awe and chill in her heart, and clutched her sleeves tightly.

"Ma'am, please close your eyes."

Mrs. Shen closed her eyes and trembled with nervousness. Shortening one's lifespan sounded very mysterious. She didn't know what would happen, so she was naturally nervous.

Shen Qinghe wanted to go back on his word, but he didn't dare. He stared at Lang Jiuchuan's actions without blinking.

He thought it would be as mysterious as before, but he saw her holding that strange talisman pen and drawing a rune on the lady's forehead.

Lang Jiuchuan watched the golden light sink into Mrs. Shen's spiritual altar. Above her head, it seemed as if there was a heavenly book that opened up, revealing her life book. In the column for longevity, the numbers were changing.

The shortened lifespan vanishes and sinks into another page.

Lang Jiuchuan couldn't see it, but she could feel the solidity of her soul. Her complexion gradually returned to normal from pale blue, and even turned a light pink.

The longevity of the golden light of merit is indeed a great tonic.

Lang Jiuchuan narrowed her eyes with joy, and Jiang Che also rolled happily in her spiritual platform, what a strong aura of luck.

Her expression was obvious. Shen Qinghe's heart broke when he saw it. On the other hand, the lady's face was pale and there was a strand of white hair on her temples.

Shen Qinghe hugged Shen Peng tightly, his eyes red.

This is the price Lang Jiuchuan mentioned!

It is more precious than gold and silver items, antiques of high status, etc.

Madam Shen opened her eyes, a little dazed. Seeing tears in Shen Qinghe's eyes, she said, "Is it over? It doesn't seem like a big deal."

Shen Qinghe couldn't utter a word.

Mrs. Shen felt strange, and suddenly her eyes went dark and she fell to the ground.

"lady!"

Just as Shen Qinghe was about to leave his son behind to pick her up, Mrs. Shen was hugged by Lang Jiuchuan. However, she was weak and had just cast a spell, so her strength was a little exhausted. They both fell to the ground, and she even served as a cushion!

Lang Jiuchuan's back hurt so much and he lost again.

Shen Qinghe hurriedly called for help outside. It was not just him and Lang Jiuchuan who could take care of the two unconscious people.

The maids were busy working.

Shen Qinghe looked at Lang Jiuchuan: "Why did my wife faint?"

"I said that once your life span is reduced, Madam will be sick for three months. During this period, you just need to take care of yourself." Lang Jiuchuan looked at Shen Peng on the bed and said, "The evil spirit in your son has been removed. He will not decline any further. You should also take care of yourself slowly from now on. There are gods and Buddhas protecting you in the temple. You don't need to leave in a hurry. You can burn some incense in the temple to appease your soul."

After hearing this, Shen Qinghe finally relaxed his brows. As long as everything was fine, it was good. However, when he saw his wife's expression, he felt guilty again.

Lang Jiuchuan poured a cup of tea from the table, handed it over, looked at Shen Qinghe, and said, "Your son's problem has been solved, sir, what about you, don't you consider buying your life?"

(End of this chapter)