In the next moment, the middle-aged man turned around fiercely and caught the glasses with one hand.
He tightly grasped the frame of the glasses and took a deep breath, using the hammerhead to puncture it forcefully!
The glasses shook, and a gray mist was sucked out violently, letting the man swallow it.
The ferocity on his face at least lessened a bit.
The glasses frame shattered and fell to the ground.
Wei Youming's virtual face suddenly collapsed, as if unable to take shape.
A very dense cloud of gray mist burst out from the body of Yang Guanshi, about to escape through the door.
"Dad! Why are you running!?"
The middle-aged man's hateful and shrill voice suddenly echoed, and he rushed forward again, intending to attack the cloud of gray mist.
A series of whooshing sounds echoed through the air.
A pitch-black bowl hit the gray mist.
The bowl then trembled slightly and fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man reacted directly and rushed towards the bowl again.
Later, a sudden burst of white powder hit the middle-aged man.
He kept making painful screams and tried to retreat, emitting a snoring sound.
A red rope followed, flying out from the corridor and wrapping around the middle-aged man's head!
Heavy footsteps sounded one after another.
Two people walked out from the lower hallway side by side, blocking the doorway.
One person picked up the bowl from the ground.
Another person was holding the red jade rope.
At the other end of the red jade rope, the middle-aged man was tightly bound and desperately wanted to run into the house, but he couldn't.
The two men glanced first at Zhang Gui's body, then at me.
My heart was beating rapidly, and my eyelids were jumping even more fiercely.
All this happened very suddenly, seeming to be a change.
But actually, it was within my expectations.
Zhang Gui had actually notified the ghosts behind us, which was to ensure that we were not capable of facing Wei Youming and requested for assistance.
And when we came in, Zhang Gui had already given the signal.
But I don't know how these two from the Ghost Crib managed to come up so late.
Zhang Gui's body is now wasted.
The director of the Yang household... nearly lost his life...
"The strand of soul is in hand, and it's not a plague ghost... But it's a prisoner from the Twenty-Eight Hell, which should satisfy the upper hierarchy."
The two people who walked side by side were at most no more than 1.6 meters tall, short and thin, and their appearance was very similar.
One of them whispered in a low voice, while his hand suddenly pulled back hard.
The red rope was pulled back by him.
The middle-aged man's soul was instantly torn into two parts, then collapsed into gray mist, and escaped wildly into the room, diving into Chen Jun's eyeball!
Instantly, Chen Jun's eyes returned to their previous unusable dead fish eye appearance.
Everything happened very quickly.
The other person weighed the bowl twice and hummed in agreement.
"The Taoist is coming, you need to handle this quickly. That person must be taken away, and this one as well."
"That person" refers to Chen Jun!
And "this person" refers to me!
The person holding the bowl was about to turn around and go down the stairs without hesitation.
The situation inside the house was actually very miserable.
Chen Jun was in extreme pain, covering his diseased eye, his face showing complete breakdown.
Yang Guanshi was lying on the ground, vomiting white foam, convulsing and trembling.
Zhang Gui's soul had not completely solidified.
My face was extremely grim, and my inner thoughts were in turmoil!
Wei Youming's soul was taken away.
This is a good thing for me.
But now, what was good has turned into a disaster.
Nothing else matters. I don't know why Wei Youming knew my biggest secret.
He had just said it out in front of Zhang Gui.
Chen Jun might not know what it means, and Yang Guanshi, having been controlled beforehand, probably didn't hear it either.
Even if Zhang Gui doesn't know it now.
After a subsequent reflection and review, the problem will certainly be discovered.
Moreover, setting aside Zhang Gui, Wei Youming's strand of soul is now in the hands of the Ghost Crib.
If he says something.
For me, it is nothing but a devastating disaster!
My thoughts settled instantly, and I shouted at the person going down the stairs.
"Hold on, you can't leave yet!"
The person had just taken a step, stepping on the stairs going down, looked back at me, frowned, and stared with suspicion in his eyes.
The other person glanced at me, then said seriously, "You need not worry about safety; I will protect you until..."
I walked straight ahead, making gestures as if I was going to leave and go down the stairs.
The person inside interrupted, his eyes flickered with sarcasm, and he looked down on me.
The person at the stairway shook his head, saying, "Since this Luo Xian is afraid of danger, I'll take him along. You clean up here..."
His words had not yet finished.
I happened to walk to the side of this person at the door.
My forearm abruptly bent.
A razor, sweeping across this person's head in a flash!
Chua!
A splatter of blood blossomed!
I shaved not just hair, but also scalp!
The scream was extremely loud. He covered his head and hollered in despair.
The person at the stairway was terrified, his face contorted with fury, and he suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a wailing cry!
My face changed again!
Because of this wailing, something is wrong!
Are these wails from ghosts?
How can a person make wailing sounds like that? It's not right!
The next second, my chest became extremely congested, and a lot of negative emotions rose up.
The past painful experiences in my life seemed to flash by like slides.
The person whose scalp I shaved off, who had already gone crazy, was about to attack me fiercely.
His body also stiffened, and his face showed sorrow.
A coldness seeped into my body, permeating every bone and joint.
I finally realized what kind of ghost this wailing was coming from!
Emotion ghosts!
And, like Zhao Xi, this person has a ghost dwelling within his body!
He is borrowing the power of that ghost!
Two tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't move to chase after him anymore. I felt like I was about to be trapped in that cycle of emotions...
The wailing ghost cry did not stop.
Another face appeared on the person's face at the stairway.
The face was extremely sorrowful and resentful.
The crying sound was no longer coming from the man's mouth, but from the woman in that face.
However, the man appeared even more intimidating and ruthless.
He stuffed the bowl into his pocket with one hand, and with the left, he pulled out a dagger.
In a few steps, he walked back into the room.
I tried to retreat as much as possible, but my body still couldn't move... I couldn't react.
Emotion ghosts don't just affect emotions. When people are extremely sad, their limbs become numb, and they can't control themselves.
A cold voice emerged from his mouth.
"Zhang Gui should have died! He actually found someone very powerful for the Ghost Crib!"
"I never thought it would be inviting a wolf into the house!"
"Wanted to use the Ghost Crib, like a mantis catching a cicada, while a magpie waits behind?"
"Walking between the Yellow Official, City Temple, and the supervisor of Taoists. You have always made Zhang Gui feel that you can be absorbed."
"You have some skills."
"But it ends here."
He raised the dagger and aimed it at my neck.
At this moment, the old Gong suddenly sprang out from the night pot and landed on my shoulder, emitting a chilling laughter.
"Die, die!" he shouted shrilly.
"..."
In fact, the feeling that rose at that moment was Old Gong singing me down.
But the next second, I realized that Old Gong's laugh was not aimed at me!
I still can't move, the knife is about to reach my throat.
Thick white mist instantly enveloped the man's body.
A pair of extremely slender arms emerged from the mist, and ten delicate jade fingers cupped the man's head from behind.
