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Fu Hefeng explained nonchalantly, walked into the private room, and sat down on the sofa. Su Liang still followed silently and stood behind him.

"Bodyguard? Where?"

Those young masters didn't intend to let Fu Hefeng go, and continued to joke.

Fu Hefeng's family is a businessman with a rich family background. Fu Hefeng can be counted as the rich second generation of Zhengmiaohong, but he never messed around. He only had a girlfriend when he was in college, and after breaking up, he followed His father is learning to do business. Compared with these sons who only know how to mess around all day long, he is simply a standard child of other people's family.

So among these young masters, none of them have not been compared with Fu Hefeng by their parents.

So much so that they are most happy to see Fu Hefeng messing around.

"Don't talk nonsense, just those big men around you are not enough for him to fight a round."

Fu Hefeng took a glass on his own, got himself a glass of wine, and put an ice cube in it.

"Really or not, why don't you try?"

"Okay, don't regret it."

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"Just try it."

With a look of confidence in his face, the young master pointed to the bodyguard behind him, who immediately understood and walked out.

These young masters go out with bodyguards, they seem to be majestic, but they are actually a nanny that the family finds to follow their own bear children, drive the car when they drink too much, and remind them after playing, they may not be very powerful skill.

It's just that the one must be tall and burly, compared to the pale Su Liang, the former's strength value must be more convincing.

Fu Hefeng smiled meaningfully and raised his hand.

"Fu Yuan, don't hurt others, be careful."

Hearing this, Su Liang nodded slightly and walked out.

The bodyguard of the tall and strong man suddenly became unhappy, thinking that although he is not a legendary master, he has also practiced Sanda for two years, and he is so underestimated.

He thought in his heart that he should give the other party a blow, so the bodyguard didn't hold back, and when Su Liang stood still, he punched out with a straight fist.

Su Liang had no expression on his face, he stood on the spot and didn't even hide for a moment, when the fist wind was approaching, he raised his foot and kicked out lightly.

Who knew that the tall and burly bodyguard flew backwards after being kicked, hit a sofa chair, and fell to the ground with a bang, the bodyguard took a long time to sit down Get up, clutching your waist with hissing air.

Seeing that the bodyguard didn't get up for a long time, Su Liang frowned, and looked back at Fu Hefeng, looking very embarrassed.

Fu Hefeng drank the wine in the glass with a smile, and beckoned to Su Liang.

"Why are you standing still, pour me a drink."

Su Liang saw that Fu Hefeng didn't care, and of course he wouldn't mind hurting someone he didn't know, so Fu Hefeng made a move, and he put the matter behind him, and left obediently. Go over and pour Fu Hefeng a glass of wine.

"It's ok, it's amazing, He Feng, where did you find such a powerful person, and he looks so iconic, I thought it was you who hired him from a nightclub."

"I'm not like you guys. Can my dad arrange those bodyguards for me? Fu Yuan has real skills."

Mentioning the bodyguard who was following everything around him, the young masters made a fuss again, and each of them began to complain.

Fu Hefeng listened for a while, drank the wine in his glass again, and left the private room on the pretext of going to the bathroom. Before leaving, he gave Zhao Chen a look. Zhao Chen understood and got up together. As for Su Liang He didn't need Fu Hefeng to say anything, he followed Fu Hefeng out consciously.

The door of the private room was closed to isolate the noisy sound, making it seem that the corridor outside was very quiet.

"What are you doing with these messy people? My head hurts from the noise."

Fu Hefeng rubbed the center of his brows, took off his casual white suit jacket, and handed it back, Su Liang, who was walking behind, consciously took it and held it in his hand.

"I didn't call them at first. I only met this group of people when I got here. They heard that you were coming, so they pulled me and said they wanted to be together."

Zhao Chen lifted his rimless glasses and raised his hand to beckon a waiter.

"Find us a quiet little bag. I'm serving two dishes, two bowls of rice, no wine, and a glass of orange juice."

"Haha, you still understand me, let's go, I'm starving to death."

Fu Hefeng laughed, raised his hand and touched Zhao Chen's shoulder.

Zhao Chen also smiled.

"I think you must have come here without eating. If you drank two glasses of wine on an empty stomach, don't hurry up and eat something to be careful of stomach pain."

While the two were talking, the waiter had confirmed the private room through the intercom, and was about to take the two of them there.

"Got it, let's go to eat now, let's go."

Fu Hefeng said indifferently.

Zhao Chen nodded slightly, turned around and said to the waiter, "Excuse me." The waiter smiled, and led the two of them to the private room.

After entering the private room, Zhao Chen said to the waiter.

"Thank you, if those people in the xx private room look for us later, they will say that we left early."

The waiter nodded in response and closed the door of the private room.

The small private room was extremely quiet, Su Liang stood in the corner without saying a word, Fu Hefeng chatted with Zhao Chen for a while, and then waited for the waiter who came to deliver the food.

After the two of them had dinner, Zhao Chen turned the conversation around and started chatting about Su Liang.

Fu Hefeng and Zhao Chen can be said to have grown up together since they were young, and the two of them have caught many monsters and ghosts together. It is not an exaggeration to say that their friendship was fatal. Naturally, Fu Hefeng would not hide anything from Zhao Chen. , so he drank the orange juice one after another, and explained everything in detail.

Zhao Chen adjusted his glasses, looked Su Liang up and down, frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Fu Hefeng who was nestling on the sofa drinking orange juice, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Hefeng, why don't you lend me this puppet corpse for a few days, and I will study it. It just so happens that my ancestors also left a few live puppets. My father said he would give me one after my birthday. I think Get in touch with it in advance, and practice your hands with your puppet corpse."

"Okay, if you understand it, please tell me. It's only been a few days since I got this puppet corpse, so I'm relieved after you understand it."

Fu Hefeng didn't doubt that he was there, so he agreed immediately, and the two chatted for a while before preparing to leave.

Since Fu Hefeng drank two glasses of wine, Zhao Chen had no choice but to drive the former's car back to his residence, took a taxi with Su Liang back to the upper city, and drove his own car back to his own. residence.

After such a toss, it was already late at night when I returned to the residence. Fortunately, after Zhao Chen turned 20, he began to live alone, and he didn't disturb anyone when he returned home late at night.

Back at the residence, Zhao Chen changed into home clothes, took off the rimless glasses that he had been wearing all the time, picked another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, sniffed it lightly, and took another sip.

Su Liang stood in the middle of the living room, Zhao Chen didn't call him, and he didn't make a sound, just stood with his head down.

Zhao Chen poured himself a glass of red wine, but only took a sip, then put it on the coffee table, sat on the sofa by himself, propped his chin on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, squinted his eyes at Su Liang, passed After a while, he sneered.

"Your name is Fu Yuan?"

"Ah."

Su Liang responded in a low voice, and looked up at Zhao Chen.

"I don't like you, I don't like you very much, you are so beautiful."

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After hearing Zhao Chen's words, Su Liang didn't react at all, but complained to 987 in his heart.

[See, this man must be a pervert. He is a man of the past. I think he has more of a villainous temperament, which is worth learning from. 〕

[Temperament can be eaten as a meal, so don’t sneak away, and spend the energy spent on your birthday and haven’t earned it back yet. 〕

[There is a word called big pig's trotters, I think it suits you very well, do you want to consider changing the name? 〕

〔Not consider. 〕

Su Liang originally planned to argue with 987 for a while, but was interrupted by Zhao Chen's voice.

He put down his wine glass, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed, and a gleam of unknown meaning flashed across his eyes.

"Fu Yuan, I heard from He Feng that your eyes don't look like human eyes?"

Su Liang nodded, but didn't speak.

"Take it off, let me see."

Hearing this, Su Liang took out the glasses case from his pocket, followed Fu Hefeng's example, and took off the contact lenses in a scrupulous manner.

The eyes of a pair of mandarin ducks were faintly shining, and their colors were even more special, one was gray-white and the other was bright red, making their already pretty faces even more sinister.

"I hate you even more."

Zhao Chen squinted his red phoenix eyes, feeling unhappy.

After a long time, he drank the red wine in his hand, put down the empty glass, raised his eyes and said to Su Liang.

"come over."

Su Liang walked over without any hesitation, and stood beside Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes turned to the long ponytail on Su Liang's head, his eyes darkened, he stood up, raised his hand and pulled off the cloth strip that tied his hair, carefully After looking at it, he remained silent for a long time with a sullen face.

The waist-length hair was as black as ink, and after it was loosened, it made Su Liang a little more evil.

Seeing this, Zhao Chen became even more irritable. He turned around and went upstairs without saying a word while holding the cloth strip.

Su Liang watched Zhao Chen hurried upstairs, pursed the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and stood there motionless.

Zhao Chen went upstairs and entered the bedroom, without even turning on the light, took the cloth strip in his hand, sniffed it lightly, and whispered two words.

"Hefeng."

After that, he took off the home clothes he was wearing, wrapped the strip of cloth around the place where he swelled, and moved up and down.

"Hefeng, pay Hefeng."

After a long time, with a low growl, the milky white liquid sprayed on the cloth strips, Zhao Chen looked down and laughed, his aggressive red phoenix eyes were red, and he whispered in a hoarse voice.

"This is the way you tied the hair of your ex-girlfriend. You haven't forgotten her, you haven't forgotten her. That Fu Yuan looks so good-looking. You tied his hair yourself. I... forbid .”

The moonlight was thin, shining through the window, but still couldn't see the inside of the house. In the darkness, there was a man panting heavily, and after a long time, there was another muffled groan.

The next day, seven o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Chen went downstairs on time. Seeing Su Liang who was still standing in front of the sofa, he was not at all surprised, and handed over the clothes in his hand.

"This is the clothes He Feng bought for you, take it off and wear it."

Su Liang took the clothes without hesitation, and changed directly in front of Zhao Chen.

The white T-shirt needs to be taken off from the bottom up, so Su Liang grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt and turned it up bit by bit.

A narrow waist, a muscular and streamlined abdomen, a flat chest, a delicate collarbone, pale without a trace of blood.

The T-shirt was pulled out from the head, and the long hair was drawn in an arc, and finally scattered on the back.

Pure black and pure white collided together, in Zhao Chen's eyes, it was a bit dazzling.

"Turn it up, you should have seen how Hefeng tied his hair."

As he said that, Zhao Chen lost his head and walked over with a sullen face.

Su Liang, who was in the middle of changing clothes, stopped his movements and caught the hair rope. He couldn't help but stress to 987 again that Zhao Chen was mentally ill, which in his opinion was a fact.

Slandering like this, Su Liang didn't show his face, took the hair rope and grabbed his long hair, tied it into a loose ponytail, then put on his clothes again, and then handed the changed clothes to Zhao Chen past.

Zhao Chen took it, thinking that Fu Hefeng bought it himself, he was a little happy for a while, but then he thought that the clothes had been worn on Su Liang's body all day, and he was a little angry.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Chen folded the suit neatly and took it up to the second floor by himself. After a while, he walked out again, leaning on the handrail of the stairs and said to Su Liang.

"come here."

Hearing the sound, Su Liang raised her head and walked over.

"When a nanny comes over, you stay in my bedroom. She won't come into my bedroom."

Su Liang nodded, and stood obediently in the bedroom. Zhao Chen would not worry about Su Liang being disobedient, so he closed the door and took a quick wash before going out for a jog.

Su Liang stood in the bedroom, and after a while, he heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of cleaning and making breakfast.

After a while, it seemed that Zhao Chen came back and exchanged some polite words with the nanny, then the nanny left and was quiet for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chen seemed to start eating breakfast. After ten minutes, Su Liang heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding again, probably because he was cleaning up after eating.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps going upstairs, and then the bedroom door was opened. Zhao Chen put on his pair of rimless glasses, walked straight to the closet, took a set of clothes and went to the wardrobe. Start changing, talking while changing.

"Put on your contact lenses, I'm going to take you out, Hefeng is in some trouble."

Hearing this, Su Liang took out her glasses and put them on silently.

After Zhao Chen finished changing, the two hurried downstairs and drove away.

In a quiet small coffee shop, Fu Hefeng had a cup of coffee in front of him, but he didn't intend to drink it, but frowned. Seeing Zhao Chen push the door and walk in, he waved his hand and smiled.

"You are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's not even nine o'clock. It should be time for you to go to bed, right? What's the matter so early?"

Zhao Chen came over and sat down, talking to Fu Hefeng, and then saw a waiter walking towards him, so he turned his head and said something to the waiter.

"A glass of warm milk, thank you."

"You still said, I was sleeping soundly early in the morning, and I received a call. Guess what?"

"what happened?"

Fu Hefeng wanted to take a sip of coffee, but was stopped by Zhao Chen. He rubbed his nose, and when he saw that the latter was still talking, he immediately waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, I know, I didn't eat breakfast, I'm not allowed to drink coffee, right, if I don't drink it, it's over."

Zhao Chen nodded. It happened that the waiter brought a cup of warm milk at this time. Zhao Chen took it and handed it to Fu Hefeng.

"Drink this."

Fu Hefeng picked up the milk, took a sip and continued.

"An antique dealer I know received a bronze mirror in a rural area, which seems a bit sinister."

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"Bronze mirror?"

Zhao Chen frowned and asked back.

"Well, Bronze Mirror, you know how tricky it is."

Fu Hefeng drank up the warm milk in the cup, licked the corner of his mouth and said.

Zhao Chen ignored the pink tongue that was licking the corner of his mouth, licked the corner of his mouth lightly, adjusted his glasses, and spoke after a while.

"Mirrors are originally yin. Most of the ancient bronze mirrors were used by women. If the woman has any resentment..."

Zhao Chen didn't continue talking, but Fu Hefeng also understood.

This bronze mirror is likely to be a tricky matter.

Fu Hefeng lowered his head and thought for a while, then spoke.

"I want to try it. Although it sounds troublesome, I want to try Fu Yuan's skills. Besides, when we go together, there are very few things that are not balanced. Go and have a look first, and forget it if it doesn't work."

Seeing Fu Hefeng's burning eyes, Zhao Chen sighed slightly and stood up.

"I knew you were going, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up early and called me without even eating. If that's the case, I'll just accompany you."

"Great, I knew you would definitely agree, we brothers are of the same mind, what can't we deal with?"

Fu Hefeng also stood up happily, walked around the table and came to Zhao Chen, and raised a fist with one hand in front of the two of them.

Zhao Chen adjusted his rimless glasses to cover those aggressive red phoenix eyes, making it difficult to see the meaning clearly.

But he still smiled, clenched his fist as well, and touched Fu Hefeng's fist.

After discussing with each other, the two left the coffee shop and got into Zhao Chen's car.

Su Liang, who had been sitting in the car, saw Fu Hefeng get into the car, his eyes brightened slightly.

Seeing this scene, Fu Hefeng immediately thought of seeing the owner's puppy.

For some reason, his mood suddenly improved, so he raised the corners of his mouth and spoke briskly with a smile.

"How is it? Are you used to Zhao Chen?"

Su Liang tilted her head, she didn't seem to understand this sentence, so she didn't answer.

Seeing that Su Liang didn't answer, Fu Hefeng didn't continue to ask, but reached out and stroked Su Liang's hair.

The jet-black long hair feels very good, like silk and satin, but it was randomly tied into a ponytail, which affected the feel.

Fu Hefeng didn't even think about it, he raised his hand and took off the hair rope, tied him into a beautiful ponytail again, and finally stroked the soft hair.

Zhao Chen looked at this scene through the rearview mirror, squinted his eyes, and then seemed to think of something, and adjusted his glasses again. In the end, he didn't say anything, but started the car silently.

Fu Hefeng, who didn't notice anything, stroked Su Liang's long ponytail again like a hand, but who would have thought that the car suddenly turned sharply at this time, causing him to quickly help the passenger's seat.

"Be careful, it's morning rush hour."

Holding the co-pilot's seat, Fu Hefeng reminded Zhao Chen in the driver's seat heartlessly.

Zhao Chen coughed lightly and responded.

"You can turn on the next red light, I was a little tired yesterday."

Fu Hefeng nodded, not doubting him, but it was too late for Zhao Chen to study the puppet corpse for him last night.

At the red light, Zhao Chen moved to the passenger seat, and Fu Hefeng got into the driver's seat from the back seat.

Fortunately, Zhao Chen's car has a lot of space, enough for two people to change seats like this.

Zhao Chen saw Su Liang sitting alone in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and raised the corner of his mouth.

This scene happened to be captured by Su Liang, so he emphasized to 987 again that Zhao Chen is mentally ill.

The car drove all the way to Zhao Chen's residence. The latter went upstairs quickly, packed a few things, carried a backpack and went downstairs quickly.

"Should we take a break, you were distracted while driving just now."

Seeing Zhao Chen open the car door and get in, Fu Hefeng asked worriedly.

"No, if you leave that kind of thing for one night, many accidents will happen. Since you have made up your mind to take a look, the sooner the better."

Zhao Chen shook his head and said, then paused, glanced at a backpack on the back seat, and turned to ask.

"Have you got all your things?"

"Bring it. Besides, with Fu Yuan here this time, I don't think it's a big problem. Don't forget that Fu Yuan has thousands of years of practice."

Fu Hefeng held the steering wheel and looked ahead, talking without turning his head.

Zhao Chen also nodded in agreement. Although he has many dissatisfaction with Su Liang, he has to admit that Su Liang is indeed a good puppet.

Neither of them was procrastinating, and it was not even noon when the car drove to the antique dealer's residence.

The businessman lived in a remote place, in a small villa in the suburbs.

Before the car approached the villa, he saw a few people standing at the entrance of the villa from a distance. The antique dealer was standing in the crowd, obviously very uneasy. He walked left and right, saw Fu Hefeng's car approaching, and immediately showed his face. An expression of tension and anticipation.

When he saw the person getting out of the car, that person immediately showed a smile, and took two steps forward to meet him.

"Master Fu, you are here. I called several times and the phone was turned off. I thought you were not coming. Something happened to the bronze mirror."

Hearing this, Fu Hefeng was taken aback for a moment, took out his cell phone and saw that it was turned off, it turned out that he forgot to charge it, and it turned off automatically after calling Zhao Chen in the morning, and he never noticed it.

"You said something happened to the bronze mirror? What happened?"

Zhao Chen got out of the car, put his backpack on his back, and at the same time took out Fu Hefeng's backpack, and handed it to Fu Hefeng while talking.

The antique dealer looked like he was around 50 or [-] years old, with a fat body and a bald head. When he heard Zhao Chen's question, he immediately showed a sad face.

"I wonder if this master is...?"

"My surname is Zhao."

"My surname is Li, Master Zhao. My wife seems to be possessed by an evil spirit. I called Master Fu before, but I didn't dare to act rashly, so I put the bronze mirror in the living room. I looked at it myself. Who knew at this time My wife woke up and went downstairs, saw the box with the bronze mirror at a glance, snatched it like crazy, and now she is sitting in the bedroom, holding up the bronze mirror and blindly looking at it. Take it."

Hearing the words of the antique businessman Boss Li, Fu Hefeng and Zhao Chen exchanged glances, and they could clearly see the worry in each other's eyes.

After a while, Fu Hefeng frowned and said.

"Boss Li, let us see your wife first before we talk."

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"Hey, okay, let's go see her first."

With a sad expression on his face, Boss Li took two steps forward.

"Wait a minute, tell these people to leave, idlers will only get in the way."

Zhao Chen pointed to a group of people behind him and interrupted.

"At first, I thought more people could help, but since the master said no, then you all should go and get off work early today."

Boss Li was a little hesitant at first, but when he heard Zhao Chen say that he might get in the way, he immediately chased him away.

This group of people are all working in his villa, including nannies and drivers... When they heard what their boss said, they immediately left without delay. It seems that they have long since given up. My boss has never let them go, so I guess they would have run away long ago.

After all these irrelevant people left, Su Liang, who had been silent all this time, walked up to Fu Hefeng and spoke in a low voice.

"There is a lot of resentment, and there are two strands, not one wronged soul."

Hearing Su Liang's words, Fu Hefeng and Zhao Chen looked at each other, and both understood the worry in each other's eyes.

After a while, Fu Hefeng gritted his teeth, his voice slightly low.

"At least go up and have a look, Zhao Chen..."

"I know."

Zhao Chen directly interrupted Fu Hefeng's words, then reached into the backpack with one hand and took out a small wooden sword.

Seeing this, Fu Hefeng also nodded, and took out a long whip from his backpack.

The ancestors of both of them were exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts, so naturally there are many good things.

When Su Liang saw it, he couldn't help but frowned. These two things made him feel uncomfortable.

So he involuntarily slowed down and walked behind the two of them.

Boss Li walked in front, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and opened the fingerprint lock on the door.

Entering the living room, the resentment grew stronger. Fu and Zhao could clearly feel the soaring resentment, but they couldn't detect it anyway. There were two strands of resentment.

"Three... masters, I won't go up, I... I can't do anything as an ordinary person."

Entering the living room, Boss Li felt the gusts of evil wind. Although he couldn't feel any resentment, as a businessman, he was best at observing his words and emotions.He also guessed a thing or two from the expressions of Zhao Fu and the two, and he also knew that the matter seemed to be very difficult, so he couldn't wait to get out.

Seeing Boss Li's appearance, Fu Hefeng frowned, and his words showed a little anger.

"Isn't that your wife?"

"But I'm an ordinary person, and I can't help it."

"you……"

Fu Hefeng was about to open his mouth to accuse, but was pulled back by Zhao Chen.

"Forget it, everyone has their own values. If it doesn't make sense, we can't force him if he doesn't go up. I'll accompany you. The two of us will go up and have a look."

Fu Hefeng nodded, and looked at Boss Li with more disgust.

Boss Li didn't care about these things. In his opinion, he was able to bring them into the living room. He was very benevolent, so he turned around and left without hesitation. The first room on the left of the building, as for the others, nothing was said.

There were only Zhao Fu and two left in the living room, Zhao Chen looked at the stairs, turned his head and said to He Feng.

"Let Fu Yuan take the lead, let's go upstairs."

Fu Hefeng nodded, and gave Su Liang a look.

Su Liang understood, bypassed the two of them, and went upstairs first.

Stepping up the stairs, the two heard it, as if someone was singing a ditty faintly in their ears.

On the second floor, the first room from the left, under Fu Hefeng's signal, Su Liang stretched out his pale hand and pushed open the door.

The door opened a gap, and a baby's cry came out immediately.

Zhao Chen's complexion changed immediately when he heard this voice.

The same was true for Fu Hefeng, and the two immediately took two steps back.

Sure enough, as they expected, a small pitch-black baby's hand was on the crack of the door, as if it wanted to get out through the crack.

"Fu Yuan, stop him."

As soon as Fu Hefeng finished speaking, Su Liang raised his right hand, the palm was in the shape of a tiger's claw, and all five fingers were entwined with black air visible to the naked eye, like the sharp claws of some ferocious beast, towards the pitch-black Baby grabs.

The baby screamed strangely, jumped up directly, passed Su Liang's right hand, stretched out two small black hands, and was about to grab Su Liang's shoulder.

Su Liang dodged to dodge, and fought with the baby, unable to part for a moment.

Zhao Chen's complexion was pale, he grabbed Fu Hefeng and slowly retreated step by step, and finally retreated to the first floor.

"Zhao Chen, what are you doing? While Fu Yuan is restraining the baby ghost, let's capture it together."

Fu Hefeng was dragged back to the first floor by Zhao Chen, with an anxious expression on his face, but he knew that Zhao Chen would not pull him back for no reason, so he didn't resist, so he followed downstairs.

"Didn't you see it? Then Fu Yuan is...too bad."

Zhao Chen didn't stop his movements while speaking, he pulled Fu Hefeng to leave, but when they came to the gate, Zhao Chen stretched out his hand to push but was intercepted by a black air, and when he directly flicked his hand away, he couldn't help saying: Sentence bad.

"What happened to the door?"

Seeing this, Fu Hefeng also stretched out his hand to push the door, and it was also bounced open.

Zhao Chen ran to the window without giving up, and it was the same.

"Can't get out."

"Since we can't get out, let's go upstairs and have a gamble. You and I have learned Taoism for so many years, and we don't necessarily lose with Fu Yuan here."

"Didn't you see it? That living puppet, the move you just used."

Zhao Chen looked anxious, and kept trying to open the window while talking.

"What's wrong with Qi Gathering Transformation? I've read about it in ancient books."

Fu Hefeng asked indifferently.

Zhao Chen sighed and gave up the idea of ​​opening the window and escaping.

"Hey, your Taoism is all self-taught from books, not systematically. What I learned from my family is not only Taoism, but also many experiences and secrets."

As he said that, Zhao Chen looked at Fu Hefeng, and saw that the latter finally showed a serious expression, so he gave a wry smile.

"You probably don't know the specific steps of making a living puppet. It is very cruel and will not be recorded in the book. The selected people will be tortured for a long time before being killed, so that the living puppet can be guaranteed With resentment in the body, the soul will not be reincarnated, and it will be sealed in the body to slowly refine the soul."

"It's so cruel."

Fu Hefeng took a breath and exclaimed.

Zhao Chen nodded and continued.

"That's right, to ensure the stability of the living puppets, the experience of life will be deliberately erased during refining, but in order to keep the grievances unceasing, the refining process will remain in the memory, from the beginning of the torture to the final refining of the soul, They will all remain in memory, and will be controlled by spells in the end. So..."

"So what?"

"That's why the living puppets are most afraid of the failure of the spell. Once it fails, it will be a bad reaction. And gathering Qi and transforming into a form means that the resentment is soaring, and the way is unfathomable. Even if you use those spells that have been passed down for thousands of years, you may fail."

Hearing this, Fu Hefeng suddenly realized and muttered to himself.

"The spell I cast was drawn by my ancestors personally, and it is no more than a thousand years old at most."

Zhao Chen looked worriedly at the stairs leading to the second floor, frowning.

"So, we've all been lied to."

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"You mean, actually, Fu Yuan was out of my control from the very beginning, did he follow me for a purpose?"

After knowing the reason, Fu Hefeng's face turned pale, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"I am afraid……"

"He was right."

Zhao Chen wanted to answer Fu Hefeng's words, but was interrupted by a voice. The two turned their heads to look, and saw Su Liang standing at the stairs with a smile that didn't know what to say, and there was a bit of evil on her pretty face.

"Fu Yuan."

Zhao Chen's complexion darkened, he pulled Fu Hefeng, faintly shielding him behind his back, and then spoke.

"What's your purpose?"

"Purpose? Can you not guess? Do you want me to tell you the experience of being tortured to death, or do you want me to tell you about the process of refining the soul for thousands of years?"

As Su Liang said, he sneered, opened his pale palm, and put it in front of his eyes, only to see strands of black air surrounding it, and the wind gusts of darkness.

"Did you see it? I became like this, neither human nor ghost, except for pain, I don't remember anything, I don't know anything. All this is thanks to his ancestors, thanks to the Fu family."

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"You shouldn't ask me what I want to do, but what I have already done. Fu Hefeng, let's see if you are lucky. The gift I gave you has been completed."

Hearing Su Liang's words, Fu Hefeng subconsciously raised his hand and shook the long whip that he had been holding in his hand.

The whip swung an arc in the air and made a clear sound of breaking through the air, but other than that, there was nothing else.

Seeing this scene, Fu Hefeng's complexion changed, and he tried a few times in a hurry, but it was still the same.

"I... my Taoism is no longer working."

"Hefeng, calm down, there will always be a way to recover."

Zhao Chen stopped Fu Hefeng who kept taking out the talisman papers to try, and looked at Su Liang fearfully.

"Recovery? Fu Hefeng, look at yourself, from the moment you were not on guard against me touching you for the first time, you are destined to be the result now."

Fu Hefeng came back to his senses, spread his hands and looked.

I saw that the originally normal hands were now like Su Liang's thousand-year-old puppet corpse, filled with black air.

"Are you satisfied? It was supposed to be finished last night, but I was delayed by this guy surnamed Zhao. I had to do a little trick in the car and let you take the initiative to contact me. I am full of resentment, so I can enter your room." Inside."

"Since this is the case, I will kill you. Once you die, the resentment will naturally dissipate. Hefeng, you step back."

Without further ado, Zhao Chen took out the paper talisman and threw it forward, then raised his small sword and stabbed at Su Liang.

There was a burst of crying of a baby, mixed with the faint sound of a little song.

A pitch-black baby jumped out from the stairs on the second floor and stopped Zhao Chen.

Su Liang raised his hand and grabbed the talisman directly. The original bright yellow talisman immediately leaked black air, and then turned into flying ash.

"No one can protect you today, Fu Hefeng. Since your ancestor is dead, you will replace him. I want you to experience the pain and despair of being made into a living puppet."

"You... Zhao Chen!"

Fu Hefeng opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but saw the ghost baby slap Zhao Chen away with one claw, and ran over quickly, barely caught it, and acted as Zhao Chen's back.

Zhao Chen was picked up by Fu Hefeng, but he still spat blood, and the small wooden sword in his hand was broken in two.