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"It's a good thing we're together."

An exclamation made Xia Qing couldn't help but glanced at Zheng Jing. The expression on her face was the same as her tone when she spoke. There was no panic, let alone fear, and she was full of calm.

Zheng Jing said what she really thought in her heart.

Xia Qing raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously without me coming in, you were finished just now." This is of course referring to the trap at the motorcycle before.

"Haha, that's right." Zheng Jing didn't mind Xia Qing's complaints, scratching her head and laughing.

While talking, the two also entered the old building and turned into a small room without a door.

The whole space suddenly became smaller.

"Is there no problem here?" Zheng Jing didn't know what Xia Qing threw out just now, but it seemed to hold back the cursed ghost baby.

"This is the space for that thing, there are problems everywhere." Xia Qing said while busy.

Not to mention the powder and red string that Zheng Jing has seen before, a few wooden figurines with talismans on them, a string of bells that won't ring, and some random things that always dazzle Zheng Jing.

The most amazing thing is that Zheng Jing watched Xia Qing take out a mobile phone and stuff it into her arms.

"Hold this, the audio volume is ready, turn it on when I tell you to play it." Xia Qing only ordered this, and then snatched the stick from Zheng Jing's hand without saying a word.

Before Zheng Jing had time to say anything, she watched Xia Qing take out a bunch of yellow paper to wrap her stick tightly, and then——

He took out the lighter and lit the yellow paper with a torch.

"..." Zheng Jing's mood was a bit complicated.

In any case, the stick has been with her for several years, because the police suit is not very easy to use, and it is too bulky to carry around. Zheng Jing searched for a long time on xbao to find this match on her waist. Not an eye-catching good thing.

However, the fire didn't last long. I don't know what kind of material the yellow paper was made of. It took only a few seconds for the fire to burn off completely, and the swinging stick returned to the original shape in Zheng Jing's hand.

"This one is for you." Xia Qing pointed to the swinging stick on the ground, and as she spoke, she took out the last thing - a wooden sword. Only then did Zheng Jing know why Xia Qing was carrying such a long bag.

No matter how entangled in her heart, Zheng Jing still moved quickly and took the swing stick in her hand. The swing stick was still a little hot, but Zheng Jing could bear it.

At this time, it is better to have a weapon in your hand than nothing, even if the weapon can't do anything at all.

"Maybe you have a chance to know what it feels like to hit a ghost." Xia Qing held the mahogany sword in her hand, glanced at Zheng Jing, and said with a smile.

Sure enough, after a moment of surprise, Zheng Jing looked at the "old man" in her hand with a slightly strange look.

"Here we come." Xia Qing's voice cooled down, and the mahogany sword in her hand began to draw lines on the ground that Zheng Jing couldn't understand. I feel a little mysterious.

This is the legendary...jumping god, right?

Zheng Jing didn't dare to ask.

At this time, the little wooden people scattered randomly on the ground trembled slightly.

"Wisdom is clear, the mind is peaceful, the three souls are eternal, and the soul is not lost." Xia Qing stood upright, stood the wooden sword in front of her, closed her eyes and read a sentence, and then immediately opened her eyes again, staring at the spot on the ground. A few little wooden figures, "Get up!"

Zheng Jing only felt that Xia Qing looked different after reciting that mantra, and if she had to explain it, only "more spiritual" could barely describe that state.But soon, she saw that after Xia Qing finished saying that word, the spells on the little wooden figures were suddenly lifted, and there were clusters of thick black mist immediately above the little wooden figures, like a long wind. Quickly became life-size.

Outside, the giggles of the cursed ghost baby sounded again.

"Turn back to the right way, clarify inside and outside, keep your positions, and guard the altar." Xia Qing didn't close her eyes this time, while looking at the door, she quickly chanted a mantra, and suddenly moved the mahogany sword in her hand to the right, "East!"

Several black ghost figures rushed towards the east without hesitation.

Almost when Zheng Jing turned his gaze to the east, the ghost image was already trembling with the cursed ghost baby that suddenly appeared there.

Obviously it was just a fat baby with short arms and short legs, but he just moved his arms and pointed his fingers from time to time, and he was evenly matched with those ghosts, and even slightly better.

Those ghosts had no way to break through and cause harm to the cursed ghost baby, but the cursed ghost baby had the time to tilt its head and grin at Zheng Jing, revealing the mouth that could reach the ears.

"Taiyou is destined to hunt down evil spirits, protect the god king, and defend the chanting." Xia Qing ignored the fierce battle over there, but looked straight at Zheng Jing, "Zheng Jing, let go!"

Zheng Jing shook her hand, subconsciously turned on the phone and pressed the play button.

A singing voice came out from the mobile phone. After hearing a few words, Zheng Jing's face changed again, and she looked at Xia Qing with a little embarrassment.

Just now, Xia Qing was chanting mantras every time she moved, which reminded Zheng Jing that the ancestor of the Xia family was a Taoist priest, but in a blink of an eye, she heard what Xia □□prepared first from her mobile phone, which was clearly a Buddhist scripture!

A Taoist priest prepared the audio of the Buddhist scriptures for the ghost baby to listen to? !

"Put it here." Xia Qing didn't care how complicated Zheng Jing's mood and expression were now, and the mahogany sword moved a little to the ground, which was the center of the incomprehensible lines she had just drawn.

Zheng Jing immediately followed what Xia Qing said, and precisely threw the mobile phone that was playing the Buddhist scriptures into the middle of the line. At the same time, she didn't relax her hand holding the stick, and kept her attention on the ghosts fighting over there.

The moment the Buddhist scriptures sounded, the cursed ghost baby was visibly upset. It lost its mood of tilting its head to deal with the ghosts that hindered it. Its all-black eyes showed fierceness, and its fat little hands opened and closed. The ghost figure suddenly got into its hands somehow.

The sharp and ear-piercing cry pierced through Zheng Jing's brain, and before she could raise her hands to cover her ears to relieve the uncomfortable feeling, the sound stopped abruptly.

Zheng Jing opened her eyes wide, watching the Cursed Ghost Baby open its mouth wide, its head seemed to be divided into upper and lower halves by the mouth, and swallowed the black ghost in one gulp.

"Return!" Xia Qing knew that the method of using ghost shadows to restrain and curse ghost infants could no longer be continued, so she gave an order without hesitation, and a few spells were quickly pasted on the wooden figures, except for the cracked one, the rest All the ghosts in the room returned to the little wooden figures in a blink of an eye.

"Cackling, die!" The ghost stood in the air, jumped and clapped his hands a few times, his smile changed to fierce without warning, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

Zheng Jing stepped in front of Xia Qing almost subconsciously at the same time, and threw a stick towards an empty place.

The huge force bounced back from the swinging stick, and Zheng Jing's tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, but the cursed ghost baby was also successfully knocked aside by her stick, clutching his arm and screaming.

Soon, the action of covering his arms turned into covering his ears again, and the cursed ghost baby became more and more anxious, and his eyes flicked to the mobile phone that was playing Buddhist scriptures from time to time.