Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Hongji and Hao Qingshan fought together, while Liu Shiyin sneaked up on the side.

The little fist hit Hao Qingshan's body without pain or itching, but it frightened Hongji enough.

He waved away the ghost blocking him and shouted: "I am the ghost king Hongji!"

When he shouted, the ghosts in the room really paused for a while.

Without the protection of ghosts, Hongji sent Hao Qingshan flying with a single palm.

Hao Qingshan hit the wall, he covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.A pair of eyes fixed on Hongji, and said with a smile: "It's late, Hongji, even if you kill me, it's too late."'

Hongji was startled when he heard that, he subconsciously looked at Liu Shiyin, only to find that her lips were tightly pursed, her face was frighteningly pale.

"Shiyin! What's wrong with you." Hongji shouted nervously.

Liu Shiyin bit her lips tightly, and the center of her brows gradually turned black and blue.

"I seem to..." Liu Shiyin panted quickly, and said with a sob: "My body has become very strange, I..."

Before she could finish her words, the surrounding Yin Qi poured into his body like a tide.

"How could this be? He obviously hasn't had time to paint you..." Hongji's voice paused, and he suddenly thought of the trap that Hao Qingshan and He Chuanhua jointly set for him.

He thought it was just to lure him into the battle, but he didn't expect it to be premeditated.

He thought for a moment that he had been deceived by He Chuanhua, but when he looked at He Chuanhua, the Taoist priest's expression was even scarier than that of Song Yanqing, who had already entered his body.

After confirming that He Chuanhua didn't know about it, Hongji felt a little relieved, at least He Chuanhua was not an enemy.

Seeing that Liu Shiyin was drowned by Yin Qi, Hongji scattered the surrounding ghosts and stretched out his hand to pull Liu Shiyin out.

The moment his fingertips touched Liu Shiyin, Hao Qingshan, who had been sitting paralyzed by the side, struggled to climb onto the formation on the ground.

He drew out the dagger and stabbed heavily in the heart.

The blood dripped down the blade and landed on the formation.

Hongji couldn't see his condition, he only felt a suction force coming from Liu Shiyin's body, pulling him there.

The ghost that was surrounding Liu Shiyin and Song Yan rushed towards Hongji, Hongji shouted loudly and wanted to wave the ghost away, but the dark energy stuck to his body, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

He Chuanhua frowned tightly. He grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist and pressed him to the ground.

He saw the change of Yin Qi, but couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

He twisted Song Yanqing's arm, pressed it against him, squinted his eyes to look at the place with the most sinister energy, and said in a deep voice, "Hongji, what's going on."

Hongji's red clothes started to bleed, he gritted his teeth and said: "Your senior brother will die with us. Hao Qingshan, what are you planning?"

Hao Qingshan fell to the ground softly, and when he heard Hongji's words, he grinned weakly and said: "I am penniless, and the person I like died, what kind of world is this? Don't let me down."

He Chuanhua groaned when he was hit by Song Yanqing, he was reluctant to use force for fear of hurting Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing, who had lost his will for a long time, didn't care so much, a sharp roar came from his throat.

The moment He Chuanhua was distracted, he broke free from his restraints, pressed his shoulders and pushed him down, biting his neck.

He Chuanhua reached out to hold it, took out a talisman from his bosom, and stuffed it into Song Yanqing's mouth.

As soon as he finished chanting the mantra, Hongji cried out in pain.

He Chuanhua knew that Hongji was about to melt, so he bit his fingertips and touched Song Yanqing's forehead.

Song Yanqing paused, and his eyes were clear for a moment.

He looked at He Chuanhua, as if he wanted to say something.

He Chuanhua did not hesitate because of Song Yanqing's reaction, he chanted a mantra, and in an instant, he slapped three talismans on Song Yanqing's body.

A few wisps of black air drifted out from Song Yanqing's body, He Chuanhua grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist, he wanted to find the red cloth, but when he reached out, he touched the cold skin.

He Chuanhua thought he had touched it wrong, but he was slightly startled but was interrupted by Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing pressed his arm, lowered her head and bit down.

He Chuanhua couldn't break free for a while, he only had time to call Yan Qing, and then there was a sharp pain on his collarbone.

Although she was unconscious, when she heard He Chuanhua's voice, Song Yanqing instinctively avoided his fatal spot.

Beads of blood flowed out from He Chuanhua's wound, and the smell of blood filled Song Yanqing's mouth.Song Yanqing's breathing paused, and those eyes that were lifeless slowly opened wide.

Enduring the pain, He Chuanhua quickly chanted the incantation.

Something dripped onto his skin, and the force holding him down suddenly eased.

He Chuanhua noticed Song Yanqing's wavering, and he suddenly raised his hand to press Song Yanqing's eyebrows.

Song Yanqing let out a cry of pain, and tears rolled down his cheeks.He straddled He Chuanhua's body, tears streaming down his cheeks.

His body was obviously extremely cold, but his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

He fixedly looked at the person below him, and called Chuan Hua in a daze.

He Chuanhua let out a long sigh of relief. He propped himself up, hugged Song Yanqing into his arms, and sighed softly, "It's okay."

Before he finished speaking, Hongji's voice came from over there: "You are fine, come and help!"

He Chuanhua heard the words and looked over, the yin energy there was scarlet like a ball of blood floating in the air.

He patted Song Yanqing, who staggered out of the way.He Chuanhua took out a straw figure from his bag and tied the red thread on it.

Song Yanqing clutched her brow in labor pain, and reached out to take one end of the red thread.

"Are you okay?" He Chuanhua asked.

Song Yanqing's eyes turned black, he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Time was running short and He Chuanhua couldn't afford to think too much, so he rushed towards Hongji with footwork.

At this moment, Hongji was already fighting with Liu Shiyin, seeing He Chuanhua approaching, Hongji immediately grabbed Liu Shiyin's arm, intending to let He Chuanhua touch her eyebrows.

Seeing this, He Chuanhua rushed over and tied Liu Shiyin's neck with a red rope.

Song Yanqing walked around behind Hongji, and arranged the red thread and talismans according to He Chuanhua's instructions.

He glanced at Hao Qingshan who was lying on the ground, motionless and out of breath.

'What do you think he is trying to do. 'Song Yanqing said to the system.

[I'm sorry, I'm just a string of data. ] The system replied: [The Yin Qi in Mr. Song's body has been expelled, and the defense system has been set up with the help of blood drops provided by He Chuanhua. Mr. Song no longer has to worry about ghost possession. ]

Song Yanqing nodded, he couldn't remember what he did when the ghost possessed him.

But He Chuanhua's appearance was really embarrassing, and there were two obvious handprints on his neck.Song Yanqing looked at the palm of his hand, but found that the red cloth was missing.

'what happened? ' Song Yanqing asked.

The system is always running, and it can see what's happening here.It didn't say that the obsession died, but said to Song Yanqing: [He Chuanhua's soul is gone. ]

Song Yanqing rummaged through He Chuanhua's bag, and he recognized the meaning behind this sentence.His fingers trembled, his eyelids lowered, and he didn't ask any more questions.

He Chuanhua was beaten up by Song Yanqing for a long time, and his heart was already simmering with anger.He was merciless, Liu Shiyin's face gradually turned red.

"Take it easy!" Hongji roared loudly.

He Chuanhua clamped Liu Shiyin's fingers, and said coldly: "It's not easy!"

Hongji resisted the intrusion of Yin Qi, and his heart was very agitated. He tore at the red thread and said: "I have seen it, you were so gentle just now that it was like flirting!"

"He is my boyfriend, she and I are nothing." He Chuanhua said, forcefully forcing the ghost out of Liu Shiyin's body.

"Yan Qing, take her out."

Holding a copper coin sword, Song Yanqing quickly ran over to set up Liu Shiyin.

"Is it useful?" Song Yanqing asked as he handed over the copper coin sword.

He Chuanhua didn't speak, just pointed the copper coin sword at Hongji, Song Yanqing half-clutched Liu Shiyin and ran out.

It was already morning, but it was still pitch black outside the window.

There were no lights in the building and the elevator didn't work.

Song Yanqing used the flashlight of her mobile phone to illuminate the steps in front of her.

The sky in the distance glowed white, and nearby buildings lit up.

Only this residential building was too dark to see a ray of light.

Song Yanqing had just descended a floor when a pair of feet appeared in her sight.

He snapped a photo, and an old Taoist priest stood below.

The Taoist priest is carrying a mahogany sword, followed by two young Taoist priests and a middle-aged woman.

The old Taoist nodded to him, and the woman stepped forward to take Liu Shiyin.

"He Xiaoyou sent me a WeChat message." The old Taoist drew out the mahogany sword and handed it to Song Yanqing for self-defense. He waved to the back and said: "The ghost king is starting to transform evil spirits, we must hurry up."

Before the words fell, people had already rushed out.

Song Yanqing glanced at Liu Shiyin, and the middle-aged woman said with a smile: "You go, she just leaves it to me. I'm not good enough, so it's useless to go up."

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When returning to the room again, Song Yanqing only felt that it was extremely cold here.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the choking people could not breathe.

The three Taoist priests who came up first had already pulled the red thread and tied up the red millet.

A pile of copper coins and a few broken red wires were scattered on the ground.

He Chuanhua was holding a red thread in his hand, and a straw man on the ground was wrapped around one.

A few people and a straw man managed to form a five-element formation to isolate the red millet from the yin outside.

Just trapping Hongji used up their manpower, and no one could cause harm to Hongji for a while.

He Chuanhua was chanting something, and when he saw Song Yanqing and the mahogany sword in his hand, his heart sank.

He said coldly, "Yan Qing, you go out first."

The old Taoist looked Song Yanqing up and down, and exclaimed in surprise: "Little friend is also a Taoist, that's great, I have a copper coin sword and a talisman on me. You stick the talisman on the ghost king's forehead. If he hasn't recovered his sanity, you-- "

In the middle of his words, Hongji struggled violently, pulling the Taoist priest back to the side.

Song Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the straw man beside him.

I don't know how to fix it on the straw man on the ground, but a long crack has appeared.

He Chuanhua took a look at the straw man, his expression became ugly instantly, and he said coldly to Song Yanqing, "Get out!"

"Confused!" The old Taoist shouted anxiously: "I can still hold it down now, if the formation is really broken, there will be no way to stop him from dissolving evil spirits."

He Chuanhua didn't want to care about the ghost king Huasha, he just wanted Song Yanqing to return to a safe place.

Song Yanqing knew that if he failed this time, He Chuanhua would go to the ending of the original text.

Avoiding He Chuanhua's gaze, he ran to the old Taoist priest with his sword in hand, and quickly took out the talisman.

"Quick! The straw man is about to break!" the old Taoist shouted nervously.

The surrounding ghosts kept hitting the red thread, and the red thread tied by the straw man trembled and seemed to be broken at any time.

The two little Taoist priests he brought couldn't hold on any longer, one of them spit out blood, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Song Yanqing took a deep breath, chanted He Chuanhua's incantation, and stepped on the footwork taught by He Chuanhua.

Under the watchful eyes of He Chuanhua, he walked up to Hongji and made a formula with one hand, and the talisman touched Hongji's eyebrows.

The author has something to say: It is expected that chapter 55 will end, and Miaozhen just came to play a cameo.

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