I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Everyone present looked at each other.

It's that simple?

Although what this professional said makes sense, and it is a good thing that nothing bad happened...

But everyone intuitively felt that this matter was not that simple.

Otherwise, what about the predicted massacre in Jinguan City hundreds of years ago?

Could it be that the last time was just a coincidence due to obsession?

"Okay, I will report this to His Majesty," the fortune teller seemed to be in a bad mood, "It's just a small matter and you've wasted my spiritual energy and flown all the way here for nothing. You're making a big fuss out of nothing."

"..."

If the situation is really as he said, then it is indeed a bit of an exaggeration.

"besides."

He seemed to still be bothered by Jiang Ke'er's rebuttal, and suddenly turned to look at Jiang Ke'er.

"I said they deserved it for a reason," the fortune teller slammed the Ghost Wu Xiang Shu shut and waved it in front of Jiang Ke'er's eyes. "As long as they don't blaspheme the way of heaven and try to communicate with the spirit of the witch ancestor through blood sacrifice, they won't be possessed like this. They must have used evil magic, so..."

His words suddenly stopped.

A warm current suddenly flowed out of his nose.

In Jiang Ke'er's slowly widening clear pupils, his face was reflected, and that face was strangely pale.

Jiang Ke'er hurriedly supported him.

"Master Physiognomist, it seems that blood sacrifice is not necessary."

(2/2)

44. The Art of Rescuing the Situation

The fortune teller felt his head getting heavy, and the sounds in his ears became fainter and farther away.

He seemed to have fallen into a misty sea of ​​clouds.

Instead of the eerie horror of demons and monsters, every area within sight was filled with auspicious golden light.

In the dazzling golden light, a figure turned around with its back to the light.

The fortune teller seemed to have seen something unbelievable. His eyes suddenly widened and bloodshot: "You..."

"Boom——"

The golden light faded away, and the whole world turned towards darkness.

"Sir! Sir!"

The voice in his ear brought him back to reality.

But at this moment, he could only stare unwillingly at the roof of the yamen, exhaling the last bit of yang energy, unable to utter a single word.

Underestimate this book.

All he had left now was regret.

The evilness of this book was far beyond his imagination...

"Go back to me, ahhhh!"

Seeing that the fortune teller had vomited out his soul, Jiang Ke'er didn't care about anything else.

She ran towards the passing maid and snatched the toilet plunger from her.

He aimed at the fortune teller's face and pushed hard.

The fortune teller almost popped his eyes out.

Fortunately, the soul was pushed back at that moment.

Jiang Ke'er quickly sprinkled a handful of herbal powder to cover the fortune teller's entire body.

The crystal-clear powder like starlight seals the fortune-teller's soul into his body.

But the energy of the soul is still dissipating.

Others cannot see the soul, but they can see that there seems to be something around the fortune teller's body that is frantically trying to break free.

It was as if a ferocious beast was living in his body, seeping out from his pores, trembling violently, and looking shadowy and emitting a faint blue light.

"Soul?" The prefect looked at him in shock, and for a moment he felt his legs go weak. "This... is this fighting against the heavens for life?"

"quiet!"

Jiang Ke'er suddenly let out a delicate cry and slapped the fortune teller's chest with a piece of yellow paper soaked in a strange liquid.

The soul in the fortune teller's body suddenly calmed down, and the frequency of trembling gradually decreased.

The frequency became lower and lower until it returned to its original state.

Afterwards, the fortune teller's body was like a sponge, slowly remerging with the soul.

"cough--"

The fortune teller coughed violently, and a huge clot of blood spurted out of his throat.

He woke up, licked his lips, and said with a strange expression: "Why does my face have a strange smell..."

"Alive! He's actually alive!"

Only then did he realize that everyone around him was looking at him in disbelief.

The prefect pointed at him, dumbfounded.

He looked at the bronze gong in the government office and saw his own reflection on its smooth mirror surface.

——Bleeding was coming out of all seven orifices, his face looked like a dead person, and there was an inexplicable large round mark in the middle of his face, as if someone had drawn a red circle on it.

The atmosphere was a little cold, and the servant looked at Jiang Ke'er awkwardly: "Do you still need the plunger? The toilet is waiting for me to unclog it..."

"Ah, I'm done. Thank you."

Jiang Keer said hurriedly, and took out a disinfectant wipe and washed her hands vigorously.

The fortune teller glanced at the bottom of the plunger and felt that the size seemed familiar...

"The inner one..."

"Aha, luckily your body didn't suffer any fatal injuries." Jiang Ke'er said with a smile.

"Inside the skin..."

"Fortunately, it was only because the soul frequency was out of sync with the body and could not resonate, which caused the soul to leave the body instantly." Jiang Ke'er said with a punch.

"Plunger..."

"But it's also very troublesome. You are lucky to have survived!" Jiang Ke'er's expression was serious.

Everyone looked at this arrogant fortune teller from Beijing with a mixture of laughter and tears.

Well, there is no need to explain some things too clearly.

"You have to thank Miss Jiang a lot. Your life was hanging by a thread just now. You didn't know how dangerous the situation was!" The prefect cleared his throat and walked over to say, "Luckily, Miss Jiang had great skills and was able to rescue you from the clutches of the ghosts and gods. Otherwise... you would probably have died."

The fortune teller also knew that he had just died.

He still remembers the extreme despair and regret he felt before his death.

The vast spiritual power hit his soul like a giant beast, instantly knocking his soul out of his body.

He felt bone-chilling cold, as if he was holding onto an iron pillar in a strong gale, being blown into a sieve by the wind.

Until a ray of firefly-like light surrounded him, making him feel warm as if he were in bed.

He looked at Jiang Ke'er, feeling confused and complicated inside.

He still remembered his previous attitude, but he didn't expect that a moment later, it was the other party who saved his life.

If the other person is narrow-minded and unwilling to help, I would have been scared to death.

"Thank you..." He nodded to Jiang Ke'er awkwardly.

"You're welcome. I'm not sure if he will attack you again," Jiang Ke'er waved her hand. "Tell me what you saw just now. Your aura is mixed with other people's things. You must have come into contact with him..."

The fortune teller hurriedly recalled: "I saw golden light, and..."

At this point, he was stunned.

His eyes were dull, like a fool.

"Hey!" Jiang Ke'er called him hurriedly, "Anything else?"

"A man, I... I forgot who he was," the fortune teller suddenly became agitated and banged his head like crazy.

Blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nose and ears again, making him look as terrifying as a demon.

"Will his memory be erased again?"

Jiang Keer had a bad feeling.

"Ahhhh-"

The fortune teller became extremely manic in an instant, he suddenly drew out his sword and slashed at Jiang Keer.

"collapse--"

Before the sword could touch Jiang Ke'er, Qiao Qianxue chopped it off.

"Die! Die!"

"Use your blood to build Wu Zu's hegemony!"

"die!!!"

The fortune teller didn't care that his sword had been chopped off by Qiao Qianxue. He lost his mind and slashed around wildly.

The constables in the government office quickly threw chains at the fortune teller.

However, this fortune teller is a cultivator after all. Even if he goes mad, he is no match for those martial artists and constables.

What's more, the broken sword in his hand was extremely powerful! It was actually a magical weapon!

That magic weapon could cut through iron like mud, and when it came across an iron chain, it was almost like cutting a cucumber.

With the sound of clinking, the chains of all the constables in the government office broke suddenly. For a moment, there was no way to deal with this fortune teller!

"What a powerful magic weapon!"

Jiang Keer also saw the extraordinary nature of the magic weapon...but it was strange, because Sister Qianxue had just chopped it into two pieces easily.

Why is such a powerful magic weapon so vulnerable in Sister Qianxue's hands?

At this time, the weapon that Qiao Qianxue had just used had been returned to the sheath and was not taken out again - it seemed that she did not want to use this thing, but the situation was urgent and her life was in danger, so she subconsciously pulled it out.

(1/2 The second update will be in the early morning.)

45. Full of Malice

The weapon style was not that strange, it was a sword-like weapon.

Tang sword.

This kind of weapon was not uncommon in the Tang Dynasty, where the people were tough and brave.

A straight body, a sharp blade, and a slender blade that is absolutely difficult to control without long legs.

The pitch-black hollow scabbard hung on Sister Qiao Qianxue's waist, looking surprisingly cool and beautiful.

However, it was the first time that Jiang Keer saw her use this weapon.

At this moment, Qiao Qianxue, although seemingly relaxed, was secretly accumulating strength, and her eyes seemed to be vigilantly alert to her surroundings.

——Not on guard against the crazy fortune teller.

The reason why she hadn't taken action to subdue the fortune teller until now seemed to be because she felt a greater threat, so she didn't want to waste any extra energy on this crazy fortune teller.

But letting the fortune teller continue to go crazy is not a solution.

Jiang Keer raised her hand and pointed at the fortune teller: "Avada, eat the big melon!"